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I was supposed to be doing my homework, but oh, whatever! I decided to write and post the next chapter! Your reviews are amazing and they always put a big smile on my face when I read them. Thanks to all of you who support me! :D
I must warn you, the story might get a little *cough* tough in some scenes from now on (of course! Gregor is in it! duh!), and I know that some people don't like that, so I'm just saying! You are going to have to forgive me ^^
I know that Midnightdawn67 doesn't like poor Sansa to be abused, but I promise, it's not for nothing! ^^
This is going to be a chapter that covers a loooong time frame. It's going to be a rather short story, and there wasn't much in between that had to be said about the characters. All the " dark drama" is in here, and then we'll move on! :D ENJOY!
Sansa didn't like tourneys, something bad always happened in them. It was Lady Margaery's name day, and Joffrey had ordered the tourney to be organized in her honor. Sansa hadn't wanted to be there, she had said that she did not feel well, but her lord husband had commanded her to go.
"If you disobey me, I don't care what your precious king says, I'll beat you bloody" he had warned her that morning, so Sansa had had no other choice but to get dressed and attend the event to watch Ser Gregor just.
She remembered the first tourney she had seen, the one that had been in honor of her father. Ser Gregor had lost then, and part of Sansa wanted him to lose again, but part of her wished that he would win so that he wouldn't be angry. She was terrified of him. They had been married a month, and it had been the worst month of her life. Gregor was even worse than Joffrey. The king and Cersei had ordered him not to beat her in her state, but they had said nothing about hitting her in the face. The first time he had slapped her had been a couple of days after they were wed. He had told her to help him put his armor on, but it was so huge and heavy that she couldn't even lift it up. Even if she had been able to, she had never helped a man into his armor, she didn't know how to put it on! So Gregor had punished her for her incompetence, and he had left a big, red, painful mark on her cheek. But she hadn't said anything... She didn't even cry, so that she wouldn't anger him more.
She couldn't even remember why he had hit her the other times. She just kept silent and endured. At least she was grateful that their bedding hadn't happened yet, and would not happen in many more months. Sansa was sure that when the time came, that pain would be greatest than any that she had suffered until the moment.
She didn't pay any attention to the tourney, distracted as she was. She was covering her belly with delicate hands, softly caressing it through the layers of silk that covered her. She was only three months pregnant, but she did have a little bump in her stomach. She kept picturing her baby in her mind, a little boy with her red hair and Sandor's grey eyes. He would be beautiful, and strong, and gentle. She was only afraid that he would be raised by Gregor and he would manipulate her child, or abuse him or hurt him. She knew of the mysterious deaths that clouded Gregor Clegane's history. His father's "hunting accident", his sister and his two previous wive's deaths... Sansa recalled the burns on her beloved Sandor's face, and how he had told her how Gregor made them to him when he was a child. What if Gregor did that to her son?
I will kill him before he dares to touch my baby Sansa thought.
She heard cheering, but it sounded distant to her. A hand shook her shoulder gently.
-Sansa!- Prince Tommen was calling her, and she came back to reality. The cheering sounded much louder now.- Look, your husband won!
It was true. Gregor had unhorsed the last man standing, some knight that Sansa did not know, and thus he was the champion.
At least he will be happy and he will leave me alone.
They were headed now for a feast. Sansa followed everybody without speaking a word, until Queen Cersei approached her.
-Sansa- she called for her, and the girl looked up to the Queen's eyes.- How are you, little dove?
-I'm good, your Grace.
Cersei stared for a few seconds at the red mark that Gregor had left in her cheek.
-I see that you are still having trouble with your husband.
-He is a difficult man, your Grace- Sansa said as calmly as it was possible to her, though she was finding it difficult. Cersei was amused.
-I see. Is he hurting you in other ways?
-No, your Grace. He knows that the king will not allow it. For now.
-Good. Now go and eat, child. You will not have a healthy little baby if you starve yourself.
Cersei walked away, and when they reached the table for the feast, Sansa sat next to her husband, who completely ignored her. She was thankful for that. She tried to eat as fast as possible, so that she could leave the table early. She wanted to be back in her chambers, away from everybody, and specially Joffrey and Gregor. Without even asking for permission, she left as soon as she was full.
They had moved her to larger chambers, which she had to share with her husband even if they did not do their marriage duties. Sansa hated having to share the bed with that man. Every night he would climb on the bed, naked, and he would strip her naked too even if she didn't want to. Sansa was always afraid that Gregor would forget Joffrey's orders of not taking her yet, but the huge and cruel man only wanted to torture her. He touched her everywhere with ungentle hands, and she always had to bite her lips so hard that she bled, but it kept her from crying and angering him. But sometimes she just couldn't handle it anymore.
"Please, don't..." she sobbed one day, and his huge hand closed around her neck.
"You are my wife. I will do with you whatever the fuck I want, understand? You. Are. Mine."
So she had no choice other than to shut up and let him touch her in a way that left bruises all over her body. Then, as he could not fuck her, he fucked her hand furiously. She felt sick and disgusted, and even more when he released his seed all over the place. She wanted to throw up, but would not give him that satisfaction.
"I will fuck you for real one day, girl" he always said. "And you will scream more than you even did for my pathetic brother."
She wanted to kill him. Better yet, she wanted to kill Joffrey, for marrying her off to that beast, for killing Sandor and her father, for everything! She swore in her mind that one day, she would see all of them dead, even if it took years.
Don't worry she though, talking to her little baby in her mind while she caressed her belly. I love you, and I will always keep you safe. Mommy will keep you safe...
That night, Gregor returned very drunk, more than he usually did. Sansa could smell the scent of wine from several feet away. Gregor stared at her for several silent and awkward seconds. His grey eyes, identical to Sandor's but full of sick lust, devoured her.
-Get naked- was all her said.
Sansa wanted to protest, but there was nothing she could do. She unlaced her dress and got out of it, and Ser Gregor commanded her to get closer to him. She felt minuscule at his side. The man started unlacing his breeches, and Sansa gasped, horrified and confused.
-My lord?
-Shut up. If I can't fuck your cunt, I'll fuck your mouth.
-You can't...!
He grabbed her hair and pulled, making her cry.
-You don't tell me what I can or what I can't do, bitch- he rasped.
-But... but it's not proper...- she said, trying to find a way out.
He laughed at that.
-No? And what is proper? Tell me you little cunt! Is it proper to fuck my brother like some filthy whore, maybe?- when she din't reply anything, he laughed again.- Yeah, I didn't think so. Now, get to it.
No, please... Don't make me do this.
His cock was free from his breeches. It was huge and stiff. She could only imagine the pain and the damage he would cause her once he was allowed to bed her. Right now she was disgusted by it, and felt sick as soon as she thought of what he wanted her to do. Gregor was growing impatient; he grabbed her hair and pulled her head to his groin. Her lips where about to touch the tip of his enormous cock when the doors opened behind them.
-Clegane, you must come. The king requests your presence.
Sansa had never been so relieved to see the Imp. She pulled away as quickly as she could and covered herself with her dress, picking it up from the floor. She didn't even have time to feel embarrassed, she was too busy thinking that the gods had sent Lord Tyrion to save her. However, Gregor didn't look so happy.
-Don't you know the meaning of a closed door, Imp?- he snapped.
-Funny enough, I recall saying to my brother something very similar to that. The king awaits you, Ser Clegane, don't make him wait more. You know how pissed he can get, and I'm not in the mood to listen to his incessant complains.
-I'll go when I'm done with my wife.
-I'm sure your wife can get. Plus, you wouldn't like me telling the king that you are disturbing the poor girl, would you? If anything happens to the baby, it will be on your head.
For a second, Sansa thought that Gregor would crush Tyrion. It would be so easy, Lannister didn't even reach the Mountain's knee. But Clegane was like his brother, a Lannister dog, obedient. So he vowed his head and laced his breeches, then left the room cursing under his breath. When they were alone, Sansa stared at Tyrion with teary eyes.
-Thank you, my Lord- she whispered, and the dwarf dedicated her a faint smile.
-Are you alright, milady?
She nodded. Tyrion wasn't so sure, but he decided that it would be better not to insist.
-Sleep well, milady. I'll make sure your lord husband is occupied for the rest of the night.
Sansa felt so grateful that she could have kissed him. Instead, she vowed her head and smiled, unable to say anything, and Tyrion left the same way as Gregor had moments ago. Sansa changed into a nightgown and climbed into bed. She covered herself completely with the bedsheets from head to toe, like she used to do when she was a little girl and she had nightmares, and prayed for what seemed like hours that Gregor didn't return.
The gods where good, and Lord Tyrion had kept his promise. Sansa was able to sleep peacefully that night, and for once she had pleasant dreams, in which she was back at Winterfell, and her husband was Sandor, and he smiled warmly to her and their beautiful red-haired son.
Sandor had refused to take his vows. He had been in the Wall five weeks already. When the time came that all the new recruits had to take their vows to oficially become part of the Night's Watch, he had confronted Lord Commander Mormont and he had explained to him what he thought of vows; that they were all a lot of fat lies. Luckily, his fame preceded him, and Mormont already knew that even thought Sandor never took any kind of vows, he always carried on with his duties, so he wasn't forced to make any promise to the gods and he was named a ranger of the Night's Watch. He had to stay in the Wall anyways; if he didn't, bad things would happen to his little bird.
He never spoke with anyone, but he did his duties obediently and helped training the new recruits that kept arriving to that goddamned place. They were all scared boys who didn't even know how to hold a sword properly, and they pissed themselves each time that he charged against them, even though they knew it wasn't a real fight. Sandor would have killed them all if he could, just so that he could stop being surrounded by useless brats. His time there was being probably some of the most horrible days of his entire life. He was in the middle of a fucking freezing hell, but he preferred to suffer the cold than to get any closer to the fires the other men did. He would not be caught dead near any flames.
Jon Snow hadn't spoken to him ever since the day Sandor arrived, nor had they fought again. Jeor Mormont had made sure of it by giving them very different tasks, not wanting to take the risk of having them unsheathing their swords and charging against the other. Mormont knew that Snow didn't stand a chance against the Hound. But those days of not speaking came to an end one evening, when Sandor was sharpening his sword inside an empty room. The door suddenly opened and Jon Snow came storming inside, with the fat boy, Sam, following him.
-Jon, don't...- he was trying to say, but his friend wasn't listening to him.
-I want to know all that happened with you and my sister- Snow demanded, looking at Sandor harshly, his eyes dark.- Now.
-What makes you think that I'll tell you anything?- the Hound rasped.
-You'll do if you want to keep living.
Sandor stood up from the chair on which he was sitting, but he didn't put down his longsword. Sam looked like he wanted to run away and hide, but Jon didn't move.
-I've killed men bigger than you, and better warriors than you, boy- Sandor said.- I would cut you in half if you try anything stupid.
-Do that, and Lord Mormont will have your head.
Sandor scoffed.- You think I care? They've already taken away the only thing I love. Why would my head matter?
He knew that Snow was confused and was trying to decide whether if he was lying or not.
-You do not believe me. Not until I tell you everything. Seven fucking hells, boy, alright...
He told Snow everything, from when he tried to protect the little bird up to when they where discovered by Joffrey. Both Jon and Sam listened quietly until Sandor was finished. Sam had his eyes wide with shock, and Jon... well, Jon's face was blank. Sandor didn't know if that was a good sign or a bad sign.
-So, Joffrey sent you here, while he kept my sister at his side to suffer- Snow finally muttered between his teeth. He was still angry, but Sandor could feel that some of that anger was slowly drifting away from him and pointing towards Joffrey. Though Sandor felt that he was the one that deserved to be hated. He would always feel like that.- I'm surprised he didn't do anything worse to you. Knowing what he is capable of, I would have thought he'd burn you alive or something.
Sandor scoffed.- Many he planned to do so. But he knows that my worst torment and suffering is knowing that I'm trapped here, and she's prisoner there.
-If you ever manage to get out... If I help you... Will you save her?
-Aye.
-Hopefully Robb will get her out soon enough- Jon sighted. Sandor wouldn't be so sure of that, the Young Wolf had had countless occasions to get his sister back, and he had never agreed to any of the conditions the Lannisters gave him... nor had they accepted his.- I'm sorry for hitting you when you came.
-I deserved it.
-Maybe a bit, but you are a good man, I can see that now. I trust you. And I can see in your eyes that you are not lying, that you really love my sister.
-With all my heart- Sandor nodded, and he and Sandor shook hands.
-She'll be alright- Jon said.- For now it's you for whom you have to worry about. The North is a wild place, and you are about to go to an even wilder place. Beyond the Wall. We won't be back for months. Then, when we come back, we'll have good news about Sansa, you'll see.
Sandor hoped that he was right. If anything happened to his little bird, the Others could take him, and Joffrey too.
5 months later.
Sansa was huge. She couldn't even see her feet when she walked, and none of her old dresses fit her anymore. Each month she had to order new dresses to be made for her, as she got bigger and bigger in the stomach, hips and breasts, which were swollen. She looked at herself in the mirror, almost not recognizing herself.
-I look like a barrel- she told Shae. The maid laughed at the comment.
-You do not look like a barrel, m'lady. You just have a very big baby inside! He will be a strong child.
-Like his father- Sansa sighted.
-Have you decided any names yet?- Shae asked while she brushed Sansa's hair.
-Not really. The names I had in mind are definitely not going to please my husband- she highly doubted that she would be allowed to name her baby "Eddard" or "Sandor", and those were the only names she liked.
Shae growled.- That big brute. I will cut his face.
-You'll do no such thing!- Sansa exclaimed. If Gregor heard her say something like that, he would kill the woman without even blinking.- I don't want you to get hurt, you are my only friend...
Shae smiled, and started braiding Sansa's beautiful hair in silence. She had just finished when the doors opened suddenly, and both of them turned their heads. Gregor was back from hunting.
-Get out- he barked at Shae. She shot a glance at Sansa, but she nodded, silently telling her that everything was alright, and the foreign maid left the room, closing the door behind her at Gregor's orders.
-You are back early, my lord- Sansa said, not looking at her husband, but at her reflection in the mirror. All the childlike features had disappeared from her face, sharpening; now she looked completely like a young woman.- We weren't expecting you for a few more days.
Gregor growled, he didn't seem to be in a good mood.
-There wasn't anything to hunt out there- Gregor stared long at his little wife, with a disapproving look on his face.- You are getting fat.
-It's the baby, my lord.
-I already know that it's the baby, bitch!- he barked, and she didn't reply anything. She wasn't scared, she was already used to his constant bad mood.- You'll be having that filthy bastard soon, and you'll come with me to Clegane Keep. And as soon as we arrive there, I'll get you pregnant with my child. I will not have a fucking bastard for an heir.
-My child is a Clegane- Sansa said, but Gregor laughed.
-Don't be stupid. It's a bastard born to a traitor whore, and a scared pup that runs away from battles. My fucking brother was a good for nothing, he wasn't even a knight. He was only a dog, a servant!
-You are no true knight- Sansa said, unable to stop herself from saying those words.- You are only a despicable murderer, that's all. Your brother was a thousand times a better man than you, in all senses.
She immediately regretted having said those words. Gregor lifted her violently from the chair in which she was sitting and grabbed her hair, pulling hard from it to get her to the other side of the room. Sansa cried out of pain, and thought he was going to slap her like he did many other times, but the truth was much worse. Sansa closed her eyes, and suddenly felt the heat of the flames. She opened her eyes again, and screamed when she saw her head so close to the fireplace. One little push, and her face would burn.
This is exactly what he did to Sandor for playing with his wooden knight Sansa thought, horrified, and screamed. She wanted to close her eyes after she imagined the agonizing pain that she was going to feel, but she couldn't, they stayed wide open, looking at the fire. Gregor held her there, so close to the fire that the heat was burning her, but he didn't throw her face into there fire.
-REPEAT THAT AGAIN IF YOU DARE, YOU FUCKING WHORE!- he yelled next to her ear, and she started to cry. She felt her baby moving inside her womb, and her belly started to hurt.
-No, please...- she sobbed.
-NOT SO BRAVE NOW, ARE YOU?
-Please!
-My brother was stupid, like you are- he hissed, not yelling anymore.- And I shoved his face in the brazier and watched him burn. I'll watch you burn too, you and your little bastard, just like I burned his father!
He pushed her away from the fireplace, away from the flames. Before Sansa could even think that she was safe, Gregor tore her dress, leaving her large belly bare. He grabbed a hot poker from the fireplace.
-I'm going to enjoy this- he hissed with bloodthirsty eyes.
-NO, DON'T!- Sansa screamed, and slapped him. The slap itself didn't hurt him, but her long fingernails scratched him, leaving three deep cuts in his face.
-YOU LITTLE CUNT!- he pinned her with his free hand to the cold stone floor, and with the other hand he brought the hot poker closer to her belly...
-Stop this madness!- someone yelled from the door, and strong hand grabbed Ser Gregor and pulled him away from Sansa. He let go from the hot poker and it fell to the floor next to Sansa without doing her any harm. Shae raced to her side while Ser Loras and other knights held Gregor, and Lord Tyrion shouted orders from the door, with his sister Cersei and Lady Margaery next to him.
-Take him to the dungeons and wait until he calms down!- Tyrion ordered, clearly infuriated.- Let's see if we can finally put some sense inside his brainless head!
They took a furious Gregor away from the of the room. One of them stayed behind to cover Sansa with his cloak. She wasn't able to breathe in peace until his shouts faded in the distance. Shae and Margaery helped her up.
-Are you alright, milady?- Margaery asked, clearly worried and horrified.- Did he do you any harm?
-N-no...
-It's good that we heard you screams, child- Cersei said, thought it was obvious in her expression that she wasn't worried about Sansa.- What did you do to provoke him?
-I did nothing!- Sansa cried, though it was a lie. She had insulted her husband, after all.
-I think it's better we move you to your former chambers, away from him- Tyrion said.- At least for the time being. It is not good for you or your baby to be near such a beast!
-That beast is her husband- Cersei said. Tyrion looked at her like if his biggest wish was to slap her in the face.
-Do you want her to lose the baby? Joffrey will have your head, sweet sister.
-That would be a pity- Cersei quickly said.
-Good. Shae, make sure that Lady Sansa's things are moved to her former chambers.
Sansa smiled faintly, and then she looked at Margaery.
-I'm sorry that you had to see such an unpleasant thing, milady- she excused herself, but Margaery smiled sweetly.
-Don't worry, it's all find. I'm glad that you are unharmed.
Then she and Cersei left the room, and only Tyrion and Shae sated with Sansa.
-Things can not be kept this way- Tyrion said.- I'll see to it that this outrageous marriage is annulled.
-No- Sansa said, much to his surprise.- That will anger him, and Joffrey. Gregor would come after me, for revenge. It would be much worse... Please don't do nothing, it was my fault, I swear.
-We'll talk about this in the morrow- Tyrion said, and he left the room too. Sansa stayed silent, but Shae looked at her suspiciously.
-M'lady, what are you thinking?
Shae knew her too well.
-Get me a bag with my jewelry, I'll need money. And a warm cloak, I'll need that too. And you must promise me you won't tell anybody.
-Why, m'lady?
Sansa took a deep breath. She had made up her mind. She would do it not only for her, but for her unborn baby. She had to protect him.
-I'm going to do what Sandor wanted to do a long time ago. I'm going to run away.
Oh my God, I feel AWFUL after writing this. Please forgive me, you know, its Gregor. There was absolutely NO WAY that it was going to be a happy marriage. Jus, no way. No matter how I put it, it could not be pretty.
Do you forgive me? *Sad puppy face*
I thought that a little Sandor and Jon bonding was required. Those two working together are just so nice! It will get nicer soon ^^
Poor Sansa, I just want to hug her so bad right now. Ugh, I hate Gregor, I really do. And I also despise myself at the moment.