Title: In the darkness I breathe.
Written by: AngryKitten
Note: This is but a Fanfiction tale not the real deal, for which we have George R.R. Martin the master writer to thank!
Warning: Story will contain much foul language, much sex and mentions of sexual abuse. Intended for adult readers only! I am no master of English and I have no Beta, please be gentle. Sorry if characters change abit from chapter to chapter, I'm just writing it as it comes to me.
Sansa
"My lord you look deep in thought, pray can I assist you in some way?" Sansa smiled at Sandor as he pushed off the stable door and helped her down from her horse. There are so many guards to protect me, but still he is here.
"Sansa must I tell you again I don't trust that Tyrell wench, or the other guards. You should have summoned me." He whispered as he set her down.
"hmmm, I was perfectly safe. The Tyrells are smarter than to attempt something openly. They want everyone to love them. When they attack it will be underhanded." Sansa responded in a low voice, taking Sandors arm to leave the stables.
"I don't trust her, what does she want from you?".
"My seat beside Joffery I believe, she will try to keep me without child long enough to anger Joffery. He will dispose of me and she can place herself beside him, good luck to her."
Surprised Sandor looked down at Sansa's face. She looked earnest and strong, no fear present. How she has changed. He barked out a laugh "Shall I call you little wolf then?"
Sansa giggled, squeezing his arm with affection. "There is no need to fear when one knows the enemies plan of attack. Nor when one has such good protection." She lifted her hand to indicate Sandor. "Now I just need to decide what my plan of attack will be. At the moment I can do nothing but manoeuvre."
"Manoeuvre from what?" Sandor felt a tightening in his gut.
"Moon tea" Sansa stated simply "She is attempting to feed it to me at every opportunity. All her ladies drink it, I hold my goblet sometimes bringing it to my lips but never drinking after I first tasted it. She must notice I don't drink, but she never says a word."
"But how could you possibly know she is trying to dose you with buggering moon tea? More importantly why haven't you said?" Sandors voice was a rough growl as he fought to keep his voice down.
Sansa raised an eyebrow in question "More important? She is trying to keep the King without a heir."
"I hardly think your sword can defend me from moon tea Clegane. I know it is moon tea, because Cersei once summoned me to her chambers and bid me taste some, so that I might detect it. She must have heard whisperings and warned me."
Sandor remained silent as Sansa paused to sigh before continuing.
"Now how to convince her that near five moons have past and I am still without child. But not because I have been accepting moon tea".
Sandors face reddened as Sansa looked on his discomfort with a smile.
"Oh Hush Clegane, if I cannot speak with you of such things, then who?"
No more words were spoken as they made their way to the dining hall from the stables. Sansa felt the murmerings of a plan begin within her mind. She felt a smile pulling at her lips to think of Margery Tyrells face if it worked.
"Sansa, Cersei needed to visit the Maester before she got with child, perhaps she will show sympathy. If you go to her with all the right tears and chirping". Sandor broke the silence in a low voice as they neared hall doors.
Sansa answered him with a bright smile. "Well you do say I am expert at chirping Clegane." And then she walked to her place beside the king.
