One week prior
"It has come to my ears that had your first moon blood" said Joffrey. Sansa nodded timidly. "In that case we will marry next week" he said. "As you wish Your Grace" Sansa bowed. Her auburn tresses hid her expression. She did not want to marry Joffrey. She wanted to run away. Go back to Winterfell and be done with it all. But she also realized that this wasn't possible. So she would marry Joffrey and be a good wife and queen. Pretending to be a puppet on Lannister strings. "Bring her to her chambers" Joffrey told The Hound. "Yes Your Grace" Celgane offered Sansa his arm. She timidly took it. Her heart was beating nervously. But she couldn't decide why it was rushing like it did. Maybe it was her fear for the wedding. Maybe it was the look in the Hounds eyes. She couldn't quite address its origin.
All the way up to her chambers The Hound held the same expression. "My Lord…" Sansa tried gently. "Don't My Lord me. I am no lord. I am just a dog. The name is Sandor. If you call me anything else then by my name, I don't know if I will protect you next time" he said, his voice like a rusted saw. Sansa looked at his face. Her own eyes showed no fear. She had learned to fear Joffrey more and to fear The Hound less. "As you wish, Sandor" she made sure to speak his name with a certain respect. She knew he loathed it, but she thought he deserved it.
With a groaned Sandor pulled open the door of her chambers. "How do you feel" he asked. Sansa entered the chambers before him. She turned back to face him. "Why do you ask this" she replied. "A week away from now, Joffrey will have you, and not gentle. A year away from now, you'll have his son. You are afraid" he said. She turned her head to face the floor. Sandor's fingers clasped her chin and made her look at him again. "Joff's words have forsaken any possible future. If you were to comply, that is" he said. "I'll have to. I am his betrothed" Sansa muttered. "Then prepare for horrible times" Sandor said. Sansa nodded meekly.