Two days Prior
Sansa had come to one conclusion. If she'd have bastards, it would be with someone she truly loved. She wouldn't betray Joffrey if not for someone she loved. That much she knew. All eyes were on her. Two more days and she would be queen. Then she would be married to Joffrey Baratheon. "Dog, bring her to her chambers" said Joff as soon as the feast was done with. "Yes Your Grace" Sandor said. He held out his arms. Instead of taking it, Sansa placed her hand in his. Sandor grinned to himself and pulled her off, a bit rough so that Joff wouldn't go displeased.
He slammed the door and pushed her to the bed. "Summon your handmaids, let them make you a bath and wait for me" he commanded her. Sansa looked at him. "Why" she asked. "I'll prepare you for the wedding night, but of course no-one will know this. I'll go to Joff with the lies that you suspect your maids of jealousy. You are afraid, want new maids. He'll tell me to chase away your current maids and to bathe you myself. Which is my goal exactly. " his words were a little rough. Sansa knew better to refuse him. She knew he did it for her. Sandor walked out and she summoned her maids.
Sandor came back after at least half an hour. "Out with the two of you." He shouted at the maids. "But we are to bathe the lady" said one of the maids timidly. "Out, or I shall teach you how to fly" he said gruffly. The maids hurried out. "That's better" Sandor closed the door and locked it. "Undress" he gestured to Sansa. Her eyes grew wide. "I will not defile you" he sighed, turning away. Sansa took a deep breath and started to undress herself. Sandor kept his back to her until he heard her dress dropping. She stood before him in nothing but her smallclothes. He turned back around. Sansa understood what he meant and also dropped her smallclothes. "Very well, step in the tub" he told her. Sansa complied. The warm water embraced her legs, then her hips and engulfed her whole body at last. Sandor turned to her again. "Now first relax a little. I am not here to violate you. I just want you to be prepared" he said. Sansa nodded and tried to let the hot water calm her down.
"Stand up Little Bird" Sandor told her after a while. Sansa stood. "Are you calm" he asked. She nodded gently. "Good. First you'll need to realize that Joff is not going to play nice with you" he said. Sansa nodded again. "He'll just pry open your tights and give you his seed" Sandor shook his hands. His fingers gently followed the flow on her hip. Sansa shuttered a little at the touch. A touch so light, she never had expected it from him. "Come out for a while" he held a woolen towel out for her. She got out of the tub and allowed him to dry her.
He gently placed her down on her bed. "It will hurt, won't it" Sansa looked up at him. "It will. But I will help you, and it will hurt less" he said. Her eyes widened. "What will you do" she asked. He sat on the edge of her bed. "I'll stretch you up a little" he said. She seemed a little shocked. "I won't hurt you" he said gently. He placed a hand in between her legs, half way up her upper leg. He pushed her legs open. Sansa decided to be cooperative and parted them for him. "Don't do that with Joff" he said. "Why not" She asked. "If you let him have you the easy way. He'll be displeased. But you shouldn't make it too hard either" Sandor answered. Sansa nodded softly. Sandor let his hand slide upwards. Sansa tensed up a little. "Calm down little bird" Sandor said. But his hand had reached her womanhood. Sansa shivered at the feeling of his fingers stroking her. "Untense. I have nothing to gain with this, if maybe only my death" he said. Sansa took some deep breaths. Sandor stroked her over her lips first. Sansa shivered lightly. The unharmed side of Sandor's face softened, if only a little.
Sandor's touch found a spot that made her yelp, a warm tingly feeling oozed through her lower body. He smirked and ran his finger through her parted lower lips. Sansa's breath shivered. His finger slowly pressed to her opening. She flinched. "Yes, as I said, you need to stretch first" Sandor said calmly. He pressed further. Sansa felt how his fingertip entered her. It did not hurt, but she felt a certain tension between her legs that made her uncomfortable. But she was glad it was him and not Joffrey.
