The final tilts started in the morning. Sandor was up against Jamie Lannister. He wore the brooch I had given him for his name's day. At the first joust Sandor almost lost his balance as Ser Jamie's lance hit him. I let out a scream and bit my hand. But Sandor just managed to stay in the saddle. I was a little relived, but still anxious. I didn't want him to get hurt, no matter how silly that feeling was. He was a fighter after all and I had seen the scars on his body. They rode again. This time both lances exploded, and by the time the splinters had settled, Ser Jaime Lannister rolled in the dirt. I was cheering wildly, I was so happy.

But now it was Ser Gregor's time. I was afraid all over again. I couldn't believe that anyone let alone a mere boy of sixteen, like Ser Loras, who by the looks of it weighed about a fifth of Gregor, could unhorse him and then it would be Sandor up against him. I remembered the knight yesterday that Gregor had killed. I grew so afraid I could barely watch. Ser Gregor had trouble controlling his horse and when Ser Loras' lance hit him, the Mountain was falling. There were cheers and over it all you could hear the Sandor's rasping, raucous laughter. I was still anxious. I couldn't believe that it would be over that easy. Ser Gregor came back on his feet. He was furious. He called for his sword and killed the horse with a single blow. There were shrieks everywhere and mine among them. Now Ser Gregor was striding down toward Ser Loras Tyrell his sword in hand. He knocked him from the saddle and lifted his sword for the killing blow, as a rasping voice warned, "Leave him be," and a steel-clad hand wrenched him away from the boy. I had been so intense on Gregor that even I had forgotten about Sandor, but there he was saving Ser Loras. I had never been so proud and so afraid at the same time. I clutched the railing and held my breath. The two brothers fought for what seemed like an eternity, as Ser Loras Tyrell was helped to safety. Thrice Ser Gregor aimed savage blows at the hound's-head helmet, yet not once did Sandor send a cut at his brother's unprotected face. It looked more like Gregor meant to kill Sandor than the other way round. I had always been a little horrified when Sandor talked about killing his brother, but right now there was nothing I wouldn't have loved more. The king put an end to it and twenty swords. Ser Gregor dropped his sword and strode off. I let out my breath. I didn't think I had taken one breath since the fight had begun. I was so spent I could have cried and I wanted to be with Sandor. I wanted to run over and hug him and kiss him. Making sure that he was okay and truly alive. I needed to feel him. Instead I clutched the railing even harder if possible and waited for the final joust. A few moments later Ser Loras Tyrell walked back onto the field and said to Sandor, "I owe you my life. The day is yours, ser." "I am no ser," Sandor replied, but he took the victory. The commons cheered him as he left the lists to return to his pavilion. And I cheered with them as loud as I could. I did have tears in my eyes, but for joy.

Damn his orders. I had to see him. He was hurt and he had just fought his brother, I needed to see him. I called my handmaid and sent a servant boy for a flagon of wine, good wine. My handmaid and I switched clothes. When the boy returned with the wine I looked like a servant girl. I put the hood over my head and hid my face. I hurried off to Sandor's pavilion.

"M'lord, the wine you wanted." I mumbled when I entered his tent. His squire had already taken down his armor and a servant was starting to clean it. I looked up in his face for a second and saw him recognize me, before I looked down again on my shoes, like a humble servant. I put the flagon on the table.

"Get out, all of you!" I pretended to leave. "Not you" he scowled. I stood still, eyes downcast. When his squire and the servant had left, he growled at me, "I thought I had given you specific orders to stay away." "You had, my lord. And I followed them as best as I could." Sandor grunted, "That wasn't very good then." I slung my arms around him, "You are right, I'm not very good at staying away from you at all." And I kissed him. Despite all his growls, he kissed me back. I could feel his hunger. I had heard that man after a fight needed sex and I wanted to give him just that. I opened his tunic and kissed him softly. I was afraid it would hurt him where Jaime's lance had hit him. I kneeled down in front of him. I could feel that he was already hard. I opened his breeches and pleasured him with my mouth. It didn't take long. He lifted me up and put me on his bed. He kissed me gently at first then harder, while opening the laces of my dress. He took my breast in his hands and squeezed my nipple till I moaned. He put two fingers in me and found just the right spot. With his lips on mine, his hand on my breast and his fingers in me it didn't take long for me either.