Chapter 55 ( smut warning – please do not read if you find fictional smut offensive)

Something was wrong, something was fucking amiss but Sandor Clegane couldn't pin his fucking gut on it.

They were half way to Winterfell, it was gruelling journey because of their pace. They rode from morning until noon before they made a short stop for water and food. Some of his men hunted in the forest and they made their way as soon.

Not a complaint from Arya who obviously was as stiff as an old crow, she could hardly walk when she dismounted from her stead, with Nymeria by her side...not a word of complaint was uttered.

"Attend to the wolf girl," he said to Gendry who was about to lead Stranger to water. He took Stranger's rein from him.

He found Jon Snow who still looked nervous and angry. He told him about his gut feeling; they talked for a long time. It didn't make sense that GreyJoy had power and courage to attack Robb. GreyJoy was a coward. Someone somehow must have back him up.

The name Lannister crossed his mind, but Sandor quickly disregarded it.

Robb lost Talissa and their unborn child, their two year old was safe in Winterfell, What the fuck happened to Robb. He couldn't imagine it. Was he forced to witness Tallisa's death? Did they make him watch as they chopped Tallisa's head. He couldn't imagine it.

From the scroll it stated that Lord Stark had already left for Robb, it asked for Lord of White Knife to bring his whole army to Winterfell for help.

His whole army, it was an unusual request from his Lord liege, but again, if he lost Simon or Xander, he would asked for the whole army in the fucking Westeros for his aid.

The wood was eerily quiet, he was not expecting to meet any other bannerman because White Knife was the closest and the North's military stronghold. This was not a war. Lord Stark, the warden of the north would not be calling for all of his bannerman for aid as he searched for his first born.

Soon after they continued their journey, they break ground at night and erected tents. That was when they had the first meal of the day. He was alone with Soot in his tent which was located in the middle of the camp, surrounding with smaller tents. After filling his belly with pheasant and ale, he left the campfire and made his way to his tent.

He made sure Wolf girl was with her sworn shield before he walked away. Wolf girl's sworn shield was her personal guard, he handpicked the man himself, he was a war harden warrior, he wanted to hang his sword but he convinced the man to be Arya's Stark sworn shield as a favour to Lord Stark. The man was the ugliest old man he'd ever seen, but he hardly left wolf girl's side and no one dared come near to Arya Stark, except for Nymeria and Gendry – and Wolf Girl loved her sworn shield.

He could not stop thinking about his wife and sons, barely a day away he was already aching to go back home.

A war will come soon, both him and his family better get used to it. During war, he could be away for months or even years! He kept looking at the message from Winterfell.

"We found Tallisa's head at the gate. Robb is still missing. We've left for Robb. It's GreyJoy. Rally all of your army to Winterfell immediately."

He touched the broken dire wolf black wax seal. He couldn't help but smiled. The seal reminded him of his own...his was from Leana. I miss you, wife. He could hear Jon Snow's voice from outside his tents and some of his senior men talking.

His mind wondered, after a fortnight they settled in White Knife. He found his wife in his work chamber – waiting for him, she sat on his chair and she was dwarfed by it.

She presented him with a black steel stamp, it has three dogs on it and a yellow wax in a silver bowl.

He saw that Leana stamp his seal at the corner of his desk. He saw a three dogs waxed stamp on his table. He didn't know how to feel then...he was speechless. She kissed his cheek and left him alone with his thought. How on seven hells he got there?

He was a son of a kennel master who have a melted gruesome face, made his living as a sellsword, the only way he knew, he was so angry and bitter then, before he knew it, he was a fucking Kingsguard...then he met Leana...he is now Lord of White Knife. Armies of men come with chests of gold or coins as a payment from their Lord to train them.

He sat in his chair, alone in his thoughts. He was afraid that Leana and his children will be taken away from him. The Gods were cruel. He told the Gods that they could take all of his fucking coins, his gold and his keep. Everything they wanted they could take, just don't take Leana and his sons away from him. Because if he did, he'd fucking kill them himself.

That night he entered his chamber and saw his Leana waiting for him. She looked content but with worry in her eyes.

"I've been waiting for you, Sandor."

The rest was a blur to him. He stripped as he walked to her. She pulled Leana to him by her legs. Brusquely lifted her shift and begin ravishing her...

He stuck his tongue to her nipple and circled the mount with delight. He couldn't stand it any longer, he dipped his middle finger into her clit. She was arching beneath him, moaning so sweetly whispering his name wantonly.

He saw her breath was forced out of her when he finally gave her his length in one hard trust, felt her touch on his hips. He embedded his face on her neck as he fucked her hard. Nothings mattered to him anymore. He couldn't hear anything else but her sweet lusty moans, all was lost to Sandor Clegane. All he could do now was fuck his wife until he had his bliss and then be in peace with himself.

He thought nothing of their guards on the door...nothing, all he heard and care about was her, who lay beneath him, his cock in her drenched slit.

His back arched, his hips grounded her hard and brutal, his hand was large enough to hold both of her hands above her head, pinning her, while his other hand grab her hip. All this time they were kissing, taking each others' tongue.

She shouted into his mouth, Leana's eyes glazed with desired and she looked at him with such trust and abandoned. Orgasm painted her flushed face, he could saw it on her eyes and hear it from her louder and abandoned moans. He felt her arched her back, break their kiss and let out a call, "Sandor...please." she begged before he fucked her harder and faster...his thrusts were fucking erratic now. He heard himself moans, reaching toward his bliss. His veined arms still pinning her down. She thrashed and bucked under him, screaming his name.

His drenched length was buried in her cunt, her deliciously sweet cunt, his eyes stayed opened, it was a fucking hard as he just wanted to closed his eyes and plunged in and out of her. But no, he willed his eyes to open and saw her face, sweat covered her flushed face, her red swollen lips from his doing opened slightly moaning his name.

Then he felt it, starting from his lower back, a tingling feeling that told it's near. He felt a quiver under him, it was his wife, her eyes shut closed, mouth opened, shouting his name, "Sandor...please...Sandor." over and over again.

He fucked her hard, his hip slammed into her with all the strength he had, "FUCK...fuck...fuck...Leana..." he shouted as he came, it was an exhausting intense pleasure as he felt he spurted his seed in her womb.

He lost all of his energy, with little he had, he braced himself with his arms, Leana's limbs encircled him, she was kissing his face, loving him with her kisses, they could felt each other's heart beat.

"Leana...I am happy."

A smile broke from her face, her eyes shone with love, "I love you, Sandor."

"Don't leave me," he said to her.

"Never." She whispered to him, her hand grazed his long lair, "never..."

/n

He couldn't stop thinking about his home, whenever he was alone with his thought thinking about Robb and wife, his mind wandered back to White Knife, as if it was telling him to go home.

He tried disregarding it, perhaps it was because Leana was heavy with child. It was different in Winterfell, when he left Winterfell, he wasn't leaving her alone, she was surrounded with family; His Lord and Lady Stark were there, she was surrounded with people they trusted.

His Maester said it was almost time for his wife to give birth...perhaps one more week. Leana was so pleased.

His Leana was practically alone to run the keep, without him. The only sanity he had left was the fact Bronn was there. Bronn could defend the Keep against the Greyjoy, he had no doubt about it. The Twat could defend White Knife with a swagger...but against the Lannisters?! That was entirely different story. The imp was under his protection and the imp died from poison.

He was so frustrated he wanted to shout. He was damn glad that Bronn was there. He trusted him and the twat was a sly son of a bitch. He could handle anything that was thrown his way. He'd seen him fight and he'd seen him win.

But he had a nagging feeling in him. He knew Bronn had it too. The fucking twat was very quiet. Too quiet for Bronn, no jokes, no smart remarks...nothing. He just stood there watching him leave.

He would die if anything ever happened to his Leana and the boys...He had a wife and sons, which was a miracle for him, a fucking miracle. He loved her with all his heart and soul, 'the mother of my children', 'my wife'. He never thought he'd utter those words.

Leana was about to give birth to their child again for the second time. He didn't give a shit whether it was a girl or boy. He'd love them all the same.

His thumb absentmindedly rubbed his wolf ring on his fore finger. His gut was telling him something was wrong, something was horribly wrong. He closed his eyes and clenched his fist. Please...please...keep my family safe and -

He was disturbed by a call, an urgent call, he heard voices. It was Jon Snow...and Jory?! He thought the man would be with his Lord. Perhaps Lord Stark had the same feeling at him and made Jory stayed back too?

The men entered his tents without his permission, he didn't care but the second he saw Jory's face, his fucking gut dropped. He was covered in sweat, scratches on his face and arms; the man collapse in front of him.

Jory Cassell dropped to his knees in exhaustion. He could see the man was dehydrated. He strode to his water skin and placed it on his mouth, Jory gulped the water and cough. All this time his eyes were boring at him, wanting to tell him something. Has Winterfell falls? Is he too late? How is that fucking possible?!

The man shouted at him. "Go home Clegane. Go home. Go! White Knife...Go!"

He could see the fear on Jon Snow's ashen face. Bile rose in his throat. In a flash he saw his pregnant wife raped and killed, boys dead; White Knife burned to the ground, perished along with all that mattered to him.

He shouted to his captain of the guards, "READY OUR MEN! WE ARE LEAVING NOW!"

As Jon Snow stormed out and stared shouting to their men. He needed to know, "Jory! What happened?!"

"I received your raven...Lord Stark never sent you a raven, he didn't have time to sent you raven. He commanded me to stay in Winterfell...await his command. I know my Lord Stark...He said something is wrong...Talissa is dead. I have permission from Lady Stark to find you...I know that you would be on your way..."

"Jory, how many men do you have in Winterfell?"

"Five hundred."

"Take five hundreds of my men, take wolf girl with you. Her family needs her. Keep her safe." He knew from looking at Jory, the man rode with no companion or sentries. He couldn't leave Wolf Girl unprotected.

"I will Clegane...with my life. Go...Clegane...GO!" Jory practically shoved him away with whatever strength he had left in him. He must have rode from Winterfell with no provision and didn't stop to rest.

"Jory, tell Jon Snow what tell you."

He saw Gendry was done saddling Stranger and lead Stranger to him. He mounted his stallion and rode away with Soot, he didn't wait for his men to ready themselves. It might be too late. Jon Snow knew him, he'd know what to do.

He was damn proud of the Baratheon's bastard, the boy had a fucking brain. Barely less than an hour after he left the camp, he could hear them, he saw Gendry and about a hundred of their men behind him. The rest will follow.

He was about one day away from White Knife...

/n

It was a fine morning in White Knife; Leana was woken up by knocks on her door, she saw the sun already shining in through the window. It was the guard, "My Lady, are you well?" the man sounded concern.

She smiled, she woke late and already the guard was worried, before she managed to reply to the man, she heard the familiar voice.

"My Lady, It's me Targin. May I come in?" she heard the man knocked the doors lightly.

"I am alright. Come in Maester." Her back was killing her last night and she only managed to sleep before dawn.

She saw the old man opened the door and entered, he smiled at her, "The guard told me that you have not check on the boys yet."

She smiled; their household guards knew her habit. Usually she would wake up after sunrise and checked on her boys. She let the man fussed over her, he looked concern, "My Lady, I am afraid your babe might arrived before My Lord is home."

"I know Maester Tarqin...I know. But I have you." She smiled at him.

"I know some women wanted -" he sounded unsure.

"We'll be alright...beside, Sandor did not do well when Xander was borne," And she told the man how he was kicked out by Lady Stark because he was shouting at Maester Luwin. Sandor already knew that he was not going to be there and she told him that she'd waiting with their newborn in her arms when he arrived home.

They heard another knocks on the opened door, her boys arrived. Xander looked at Sandor side of the bed, he looked confused and he said, 'papa' a couple of times, and "where?" as he tapped where his father usually lied in bed. Simon told him that their father was busy and needed in Winterfell.

Xander looked at her he said, 'papa' again, obviously still looking for his father who would always visited him before he started his day as the Lord of the Holdfast. The usually well behaved Xander crawled to her and fretted for the longest time. He clung to her and refused to let go.

She coaxed him, "Xander, I am heavy, mama can't carry you for long. Your papa will be home soon, alright."

Sweet Simon didn't leave her side either. He told her there was no training and he'd stay close to her to make sure she was alright. He offered to bring her meal to her bedchamber. How she loved her boys.

At noon, Bronn told her everything was fine, apart from her cook was hell bent that one of the kitchen wench did not turn up for work; Bronn said nothing she should be worried about.

Bronn told her that she shouldn't attend the villagers who usually come for her husband. She was thankful for Bronn; she could hardly move with Xander who cling to her. He'd scream and cry when she left him just to made water. What's wrong with you, boy?

She looked at her son, he was a good boy despite his temper. He hardly fret, not even when he was teething and had a fever so high, the Maester and she stayed with him for two whole days. All he did was sleep, those two days Sandor stayed near their son. She remembered how Sandor wanted to snatched Xander from their Maester when the man dipped the hysterical boy into a tub of snow water.

Sandor was furious and he couldn't understand Tarqin's obsession with dipping his boy in cold water, then. He couldn't stand the cries and screams. He rudely took their boy away from Tarqin as soon as he raised him from the water. Xander seemed to know that it was his papa who would snatch him from the old man, he called for 'papa' piteously.

That night, Simon and Xander slept in her bedchamber. Xander was already in deep sleep his head rested on her arm while Simon was still playing with Winter and Hammer. She was lulled to sleep, she could hear Simon's voice in and out; she heard noises and she wasn't sure how long it was but she was jarred awake. Her door was slammed opened by their guards.

"My Lady, come with us. Quick." As one of them took Xander who was still asleep, he gently took the sleeping boy as he called for Simon to rouse him.

The other helped her up from the bed and placed a cloak on her, she wanted to change to her daily cloak, the man placed her wedding cloak on her, the one Sandor placed on her when they marry.

But she was already dragged by the men, as gently as they could. She was in a daze and she saw Bronn, "You'll be alright Leana, It's just a safeguard." Bronn signalled the guards to follow him.

Bronn lead them to the hidden chamber under the stairs of the main tower. They have to climb down.

"ahhh...and here is Lady Snow to accompany us!" Bronn smiled ever so sweetly to Ygritte who was escorted by one of the household guard." She was pale.

"Come Ygritte," Leana extended her hand to her which she took.

"There you are Tarqin." Bronn saw the man ran to him with a box of his supply and water skins. Smart man, Bronn thought, he completely forgot about provision.

"Simon, you stay with your brother and mother, alright lad. Do not make noise, you understand?" Bronn gave him his small knife. The boy refused and pointed at his feet and smiled at Bronn.

Bronn pat his head, "Good man!" he saw the small knife he gifted the boy was already strap to his left foot – just as he taught him, the boy slept with it. He was very fond of Simon.

"Bronn..." Bronn saw Leana's hand reached out for his small knife and he passed the knife to her. "You are not going to need it, twit." He winked at her.

"I'll come for you when it's safe, alright Leana." She nodded at him. "Alright lad, let your Uncle Bronn had his fun. Protect your mother and your brother, as your father asked you...I'll let you have some fun with me in a year or two." Bronn said to Simon.

The sellsword saw the sweet boy nodded to him before he closed the trap door and locked it. He felt the steel key against his chest, he went to his chamber for his armour...

"CLOSE ALL THE FUCKING DOORS," He shouted his command, "We are about to catch some fucking rats," he murmured to household guards.

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