Sansa rocked slowly back and forth. She watched the dress burn and half wished she was the dress.
"Girl. . ." a strong voice called out quietly.
Sansa jumped to her feet and spun around.
"Who goes there!" Sansa called out warily.
"Forgotten me already girl?" the voice called out. "Where are your courtesies? Forgotten them too?" the voice said, coming from the right.
Sansa grabbed a stick that lay next to the fire and pressed it into the fire, she pulled it out and held it out in front of her."Of course my apologies. Please, come into the light and warm yourself."
"I would rather not girl, why don't you come into the trees and meet me here." the voice was now on the left of her.
"Why are you moving?" Sansa asked turning around.
"I am not moving, you are." the voice called out from behind her.
She spun around and heard the sound of a cloak swirling.
"No you are moving, your voice is coming from different places." Sansa said.
"Good job girl, you are much smarter than the girl at Kings Landing." the voice coming from the right again.
"You were at Kings landing?" Sansa asked cautiously.
"Yes, we saw each other every day." the voice came from the left.
Sansa tightened her grip on her torch.
"Yes, I remember. Your husband paraded you all around the castle and King's Landing when you first were married. I heard you cry out when he took you maidenhood, and I was in the room when Joffery beat you for your brother's treasons. I wrapped my cloak around you," the voice was behind her, and Sansa saw the cloak.
Sansa threw the torch as hard as she could at the cloak. The cloak quickly caught fire and the voice yelled out.
"You fucking bitch!" it was a man's panicked voice yelled out.
His shadow and the flaming cloak danced in the moonlight.
Sansa ran from the fire. She ran, dodging trees and tripping over roots. The campsite was just out of her reach. Her legs burned and she was gasping for breath. She was a few feet away from the edge of the forest. A strong hand yanked her around to face him. Sansa screamed but the hand quickly clamped over her mouth.
"Shut the fuck up!" the Hound whispered furiously in her ear.
Sansa screamed again but the hand muffled it.
"Get off of me!" Sansa said squirming.
The Hound released his hand but pushed her up against a tree.
"I said shut up!" he said, his face an inch away from hers.
Sansa cringed away from him.
The Hound chuckled darkly,"You still can not look into my eyes?"
He grabbed her chin and lifted her face up to look at him.
"Look at me," he said angrily.
Sansa slowly looked into his eyes. His face was still the same.
Group of knights walked past the edge of the forest laughing and talking loudly.
Sansa saw her chance. She cupped her small hand around the side of the hound's face gently but forcefully. Sansa took a deep breath, closed her eyes and kissed him. The hound let go of her in his surprise, and Sansa pushed away from him and ran calling out to the knights. They turned in surprise and walked to her.
"Please a man! In the forest!" Sansa called out panting and pointing to the forest.
Three men ran past her into the forest. The other two led her away from the forest.
"Get the King," one told another. The man raced off and the other knight sat her down on a stray log. Sansa kept throwing nervous glances back at the forest just waiting for the Hound to run out the forest and finish her off.
"Sansa?"
Sorry about taking so long, just lost inspiration for this story.