Chapter 2.

Sansa slept better then she had done in half a years' time. Her body was broken and bruised, but it seemed her new soft bed made her feel better despite of her aching muscles. Yawning and stretching her arms Sansa slowly opened her eyes and again was stunned by the beauty of the room she was in. there was a large dresser, all white with pink flowers painted on the doors. Next to it stood a white desk, with a white, leather chair. Scanning the room further she saw a bookcase, only half filled. On the wall hung a large painting of a lake, complete with beautiful nature around it.

'This must be a dream,' Sansa softly told herself. She slowly looked at her arms, seeing the marks and bruises were still there. It had been real. She had been saved. Her mouth went dry when she recalled last night's conversation with the hound. He had been the one who had saved her, but why? He had worked for the Lannister's', Sansa had even seen him some times. He had once walked in when Joffrey had ordered Boros to hit her and he had asked why he needed a silly girl like her to be even there, let alone waist time on. Anger rose in her chest when she thought of Joffrey and what he had done to her. Joffrey's mother Cersei had talked about an engagement when Joffrey and Sansa would turn 18. The idea alone had made Joffrey even more terrifying. He liked his own personal punching bag and used it often. Sansa had always wondered if Cersei knew about it, but never dared asked.

A knock on the door startled Sansa and she quickly pulled the covers up a little higher.

'Good morning Lady Sansa. I hope you slept well? Can I come in?' It was a female voice Sansa did not recognize. She took a deep breath and answered loud enough for the other person to hear through the door.

'Yes.'

Slowly the doorknob turned and an old looking lady walked inside. She looked friendly, her white hair up un a bun and her brown eyes big and warm. Sansa thought she had to be around 60 at least.

'Hello dear. My name is Martha.' Sansa nodded and kept looking shyly at the woman. Martha closed the door behind her and sat down on the bed, next to her.

'Mr. Clegane told me about your previous situation and asked me to tend to you for now. How are you feeling?' Sansa was stunned at all the kindness she was receiving, was this even real.

'Good madam. May I ask why Mr. Clegane send you for me?' she softly asked. Martha smiled.

'Of course, I totally forget. I work for Mr. Clegane! I keep his house neat and clean. I cook and buy the groceries. You can see me as the hired help I am, even though I spend more time here than in my own apartment.' She laughed a little, then gently taking Sansa's hands in hers.

'Mr. Clegane and I go way back, he is a dear friend of my family and will always be. I heard your story as well and I hope you can see me as a friend soon. You need some kindness my dear child. For now, You may use everything you find in this room, Mr. Clegane arranged everything in her just for you. We will go out and buy you clothes this week. For now you will have to use the things in the closet. Is that alright dear?' Sansa could not believe her ears. She would have been happy living in a dumpster with nothing to dress but a sack. But she was here in this beautiful house, with a room of her very own, with people asking her is she felt ok and if she wanted anything else. Swallowing Sansa smiled a small smile at the lady.

'It's unbelievable, I can't thank you enough,' Sansa said. Martha smiled.

'You don't need to thank me dear, Mr. Clegane is behind everything. He is already up and attending breakfast. Why don't you shower and then dress. He wants to see you before his meetings today.' Sansa nodded quickly.

'The bathroom is next to your room on the right, you may use everything in there you need.'

Martha smiled once more before she stood and left the room. Sansa stepped from her bed and walked over towards her window. When she opened the curtains her mouth formed an silent 'oh'. She was looking out on a very big garden. In the distance she could see a lake and right under her window grew sunflowers. Where in the name of the gods was she?

Within 15 minutes Sansa stood showered and dried before her closet, gently letting her fingers go over the different materials that hung inside. They were all so beautiful.

She choose a bleached pair of jeans and a red, thick sweater. Her hair was slightly damp, but fell tangle free over her shoulders. With some winces she succeeded in pulling the jeans on, her bruises bothering her. It was then she realized she was ready and she would go downstairs, once again meeting the hound in person.

She counted the steps it took to get her towards the stairs. Then she counted the steps of the stairs before she ended up in the hallway, from where she could already hear his deep, low voice. Swallowing Sansa forced herself to walk further, reminding herself he had saved her and would not hurt her, like he had promised her last night. It didn't matter how big he was, of how mean he could be. He was her hero, for now.

She opened the door and noticed how it was silent when he lay his eyes upon her face. She quickly looked away, not sure how the act.

'Well look who decided to join me,' he rasped with a grin. Sansa quickly met his gaze again, seeing he was joking and not really angry with her for being up late this morning.

'Good morning,' Sansa replied, still unsure how he expected her to act. Would he tell her when she could sit down, or expected he she would just do that?

'Take a seat dear,' came Martha's voice from behind her. The woman led her to a chair, opposite of the hounds.

'Some eggs?' she then asked Sansa. Sansa nodded, her eyes almost instantly back on the hounds enormous posture.

'Did you sleep well?' The question took her off guard. The hound, the mean monster himself, asked if she had slept well! Despite her confusion, Sansa nodded. The hound nodded.

'I suppose it sleeps better here, doesn't it little bird,' he asked. Sansa nodded once more, only then remembering he didn't liked for her to keep quiet.

'I have sir, thank you.' The smiled that came to his face was beautiful, yet terrifying. Half his face was scared pretty badly. His scars and burns stretched, making him look even more like the monster everyone made him out to be. Still it only scared Sansa a little.

'Such a decent bird. Though I rather hear you speak the truth when I ask you questions. I will not hurt you for telling the truth pretty bird. Never.' Those words came unexpected and Sansa was doubting if he was telling her the truth himself. What if she broke something in his house. Then he would have to hurt her, right?

'I reckon Martha told you about the things in your room?' he asked her. Sansa nodded. He nodded too.

'Good. When Jeane arrives today or tomorrow I will sent both of you with Martha to buy the things you need. You have to settle for this right now.' Sansa felt her cheeks burn from all his kindness.

'Please sir. You have already given me so much! I couldn't ask for more. You saved me. I owe you everything.' Her words made his smile disappear. His eyes grew warmer then Sansa had ever seen them, before he turned back to his old, cold self.

'A dog doesn't need courage to chase off rats, little bird. I didn't do it to please you either. Keep that in mind.' His harsh words confused her. He had saved her and didn't want to be thanked for it?

'Last night I told you there were rules for you in this house.' Sansa quickly nodded. He nodded too.

'You are not allowed to leave the house without a guard. At all times. The guard can be Bronn, Jorah or me. No others.' Sansa nodded once more.

'I saved you by buying you from the Lannister's. With cold dollars I bought your life, which makes it mine as much as it is yours.' Those words made Sansa feel pretty uneasy.

'I- I don't understand.' His cold stare broke her off.

'It means you belong to me and only me from now on. I bought you for my own reasons. I will keep you for my own reasons.' Sansa swallowed, still unsure of what he meant by that.

'Ok,' she then said as softly as ever. She had looked away from his cold eyes, afraid of what more he would say.

'You give yourself away, just like that?' he then asked. She had to swallow back some tears, not finding the courage to meet his stare.

'Sansa?' he then asked when she remained silent.

'I don't think I can take more pain, or more bruises. I have had my share. So yes. I am yours.' The words felt wrong, but she was tired of always being scared of someone hitting her and hurting her. If the hound wanted her so badly, he could have her.

'I will help you bind your pieces together, little bird.' It were those words that made Sansa look up.

'What?' she asked. His face stayed completely blank, serious.

'I want you to be confident, and strong, to see how beautiful you really are. We will get there some day. For now, I want you to show me your bruises. All of them. I need to see the damage they've done to you.' Sansa was unsure what he meant. She had bruises all over her body. Witch ones did he want to see? When Martha placed the eggs in front of Sansa she didn't dared pick up her fork. Was he suggesting what she thought he was suggesting?

'First you eat, you sure as hell need it pretty bird.'

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