TAKE ME

The scent of blood filled her nose as she made her way to her private chambers. She wasn't sure if the smell was from the men dying outside, or from her red flower that had just budded between her legs the night before. It was probably just in her mind, that's the choice she went with. Once away she locked her door and then turned on the spot to look her quarters over.

Shaken steps lead her inside, her eyes drifting over to her desk. On the desk laid the doll her father had given her. She had acted so ungrateful towards the gift; so cold and mean to her father. Her hands reach out for the doll, bringing it closer to her frame as she simply stood there.

That was until she heard the clinking of metal. Turning on the spot she locked eyes with the giant cleverly named the Hound. That's when Sansa realized that the smell she had taken in was the blood on his dark armor.

Her guts twisted as she looked at him sitting there before her. Hands clasped tighter around the doll. "...Ser..."

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Sandor Clegane was not a creature that planned ahead. His life was lived for the moment and what may come next was a mystery. This character trait of his is what now placed him hiding out in a bedroom, silently waiting for his little bird to flutter her way in. It was not moments ago that he threw his sword down in the middle of battle and told the King to fuck off; he should of been making his way out of King's Landing as quickly and as discreetly as possible, yet instead he followed the path to her chambers. It was as if this mind and movements were no longer his own, for it was not his first intention to go there, but alas here he was. In her room he found sanctuary, the scent of lavender and perfume casted over the smells of death and blood; and though the winds carried faint echoes of the war, there was a comforting peace lingering in the darkness of those quarters. It was so soothing that it almost made the giant warrior close his eyes and escape the reality he was facing. That was until she entered.

She had no immediate idea that he lurked in the shadows, and for a moment he basked in her innocent presence. He could never understand the power she possessed over him, yet he was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. She stirred within him that faint heartbeat of compassion that he had attempted to smother from existence.

She was no longer a child, but not quite a full woman; for still she clung to the comfort of toys. It was endearing. It was then that she caught sight of him and that beautiful visage twisted with horror as she gazed upon his own ugly, scarred face. Her voice trembled and her body tightened with fear. He knew he scared her. It was an unfortunate fact that she would never look upon him with any other expression than the one she currently held. One could say it broke his heart, but a dog isn't supposed to feel.

His scarred lip curled into a snarl as she whimpered out that frightened acknowledgement. "The little bird flew to her nest. There is no escape from the dangers..." He rose to his full length, his towering form casting over any light coming into the room. "Even in here." He paused for a moment before closing the gap between them. "You're trembling. Do I frighten you that much, little bird that you shake with fear?" His voice teased at her as his gloved hand reach up to squeeze her chin and to force her eyes to meet his own - twin, dark pools filled with unclaimed sadness and despair.

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Sansa's crystal blue eyes scanned from the scarred face before her, they landed on the doll in her hands. She stood there thinking of who she was talking with. The Hound, or in her world the only guard who stopped her from being raped and killed in the streets.

" No. You won't hurt me." She muttered before her head bounced back up to look at the giant of a man before her.

" We've lost?" She asked him simply, talking about the still going battle in the bay. In this second Sansa rethought her last statement(s), lacing questions around them. Why was he here?

His scarred lip curled into a sinister grimace at her naive question. "How the fuck do I know and what does it matter?" The hand squeezing her chin tightened ever so before releasing her to ponder his response. "I am getting the fuck out of this place. Fuck'em all and their cunt-ass wars. I am tired of being some spoiled boy's pawn." It wasn't clear if he was talking to her, or simply talking out loud.

He had redirected himself towards her window and was peering out to see into the faint distance the billows of green smoke dancing over the seas and the howls of men perishing by steel and flame. It made his face twitch slightly in remembrance. "How about the little bird sing me a song?" He still had his back facing her when he made the request, but turned around to catch her facial response. His voice deepened into a haunting whisper. "The things I can do to you to make you sing." He made small, calculated steps closer to her. "Just one sweet song before I disappear into the night." Was he talking about an actual song or the intent to remove her of her virtue? His own head was swarming in booze and uncertainty and memories.

He was not himself...or perhaps he was. Perhaps this was the moment his emerged from his cocoon to reveal his true form. He was not a philosopher, nor a ponderer of such questions. All he knew right there and then that inside this small chamber, with her, he felt...safe and secure and the phantom pains of burnt flesh were ever so dull when in her presence.

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" You could." Sansa let out as the man before her turned and went on with his words. What he was saying made the young girls insides twist, but none the less she had faith that he would not harm her. " But you won't." She told him before letting out a shaken breath.

" Take me with you..." Sansa honestly couldn't believe the request that escaped her own lips. Her blue eyes studied the man before her, watching his mangled expression.

" If you return me to my brother he would...reward you. Greatly in any way you request." Sansa told him this, not fully knowing if her words where honest and true but they were all she had.

" Please Sandor...take me with you." Sandor. The name rolled off her tongue so easily, almost as if she had never once referred to him as the Hound in her life. Hope that his rightful given name would snap him out of this drunken haze.

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Her innocence was almost humoring; especially in the current situation they were both in. Take her with him? Well wasn't that his intention, else why did he beeline for her quarters than escaping the city when he had the opportunity? Subconsciously he knew he couldn't leave without her. His movements paused for a brief moment when he caught wind of his name coming off her breath. Very few dared to acknowledge him by his given name; made him out to be almost human than the beast they created.

"Rewards? What can he give that others can't? You silly girl, I can bargain you off for a loaf of bread if the circumstances required it. Fuck, you are more than a pawn in this mad game of Kings. You best learn your worth soon or else they will devour you when given the chance." His voice chastised her, for he felt that she was degrading herself for even placing herself upon the chopping block.

He took a deep sigh as his sad eyes looked her up and down. " We ain't getting out of here with you looking like that. You're a walking target." His voice growled in frustration. "We need to disguise you." Her best option would be to travel as a man, but for now she needed to simply be discreet. "Quick, find your plainest frock and your darkest cloak." His hand yanked the doll from her grip and tossed it onto the floor. " Only the clothes on your back you will take. And the second you hinder me I will abandon you. I ain't got time to coddle your whims. Ya understand. Now quickly, get changed. I will stand guard at your door."

This was a dangerous task, but he knew deep down inside he couldn't say no. Perhaps the old dog had some compassion after all. "No longer than five minutes or I leave without you." His final warning before stepping out of her room, taking caution to be quiet and alert as he stood guard at her door.

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Sansa hurried just as was ordered of her, though her blue eyes did scan over the doll he knocked from her hands. But she gave it just a passing glance as she walked over to a trunk located at the foot of her bed. She knelt down, unlocking the trunk and pulling out a dark maroon dress.

While there on her knees she began to unlace the one she wore and slip it off her shoulders. Sansa wasn't nude under the dress; she had a proper short sleeved slip that covered her. When stepping out of the dress she wore she picked up the maroon fabric and shuffled it over her head until properly on.

Once the fabric was smoothed down she glanced over on her bed where a roll of clean rags were, she gathered then and shoved then down the top of her dress. Due to her ongoing red flower she would need the rags. Next came a cloak, the only one she had was the one she brought from Winterfell. It was a dusty grey with deer fur over the shoulders. Placing it over her body she found it to be shorter than she last recalled. But it had been sometime since meeting any sort of Northern chills. Once dressed and settled she made her way to the door and took hold of Sandor's forearm; this motion hopefully letting him know she was ready.

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She had barely enough time to emerge from the doorway before his hand gripped tightly around her forearm and he began to escort her through the castle. "Keep your eyes down and your mouth shut." He hoped news of his abandonment didn't have the time to spread due to the ongoing battle. If caught by guards he could easily pass her off for attempting to escape and he having caught her. It wasn't a solid plan, but at the moment it was the only excuse he could muster up. His energy was needed to weave them through the maze of halls and stairs that made up the large palace.

At first these halls had some familiarity to Sansa, but soon he would be escorting her through passages she never even knew existed before that moment. Some were servant's passages while others were secret. At times he would push her against the wall, or have her duck behind a corner, but the main focus was solely on moving. Outside the battle raged on and from their position he couldn't tell which side was victorious; either way coming into contact would be an issue. He needed to get Stranger and make haste out of this horrid city. He knew once upon the King's Road, they stood a safer chance than their current situation.

"Wait here." He ordered as he pushed her back against the wall and disappeared down a short hallway. It would feel like an eternity, but soon he emerged carrying a small bundle and a pair of boots, shoving the bundle into her arms. "No time to change until we make it out of here, but at least put the boots on."

As he waited for her to obey his orders, the sight of a lantern caught his attention, its flame bobbing side to side down the corridors that lead to the nearby stables.
"Who goes there?" A deep voice called out to the pair as the sound of steel sliding out from a sheath echoed down towards them.

"Fuck" He whispered to himself as he looked at Sansa.

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Sansa backed up to the wall and used it to lean against as she removed the dress shoes she had been placed in. The boots were a new feeling to her feet but if she was being honest they were much more comfortable than the pointed toed fashioned the southern women walked in.

The voice rose Sansa's head, she saw just a few yards away one of the chamber guards. The fire from his lantern shined against the golden armor he wore; his free hand already on his blade as he approached the pair.

The young girl didn't know what to say, so she remained quiet and stepped behind the Hound, holding tight to the items he gave her.

The halls he had lead her down were a maze, but she did know where she was. They were only one door away from the gardens that lead to the stables. Her father had walked her down there to feed her horse several times before his death. She knew with battle taking place no fool would be in the gardens or the barns. So she stammered out.

" I'll get the horse ready..." she told Sandor this before turning and taking off towards the heavy wooden door that lead to the gardens. The guard saw her and rose his light higher. " Clegane stop her!" The guard ordered.

Once outside Sansa ran on through the rose and berry bushes till coming to the barn. The darkness of the night hid her well, though there were no eyes as of yet looking for her. Once in the barn she made her way to the horse she knew to be The Hound's. True Sansa was not the fastest to saddle a horse but both Ned and Lady Katharine had taught her how.

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He had hoped to get through this madness unscathed, but fate chose a different path for him. He barely gave her acknowledgement before allowing her to rush through the doors while he took care of the guard.

The man was stunned as he saw Clegane not turn towards Sansa's direction but instead make a path towards him. "Did you not hear me...the girl is escaping!" His lantern rose to cast a haunting shadow over the burnt flesh of his face. "I heard ya just fine." The beast growled before impaling his blade into the man's gut; and as the guard gurgled his last living breath the Hound whispered "I just chose not to listen." and twisted his blade completely through to end the man's misery.

By the time he reached her Stranger was saddled to go. Impressive. Though such compliments were only observed and never spoken. As if she was a mere feather he hoisted her up upon the onyx beast before mounting himself. His last action before racing off to the outskirts of the city was to pull down her hood. "Keep your face down." Stranger was given the command and like the wind the stallion took off.

Despite racing away from the ongoing battle, the aroma of Death lingered deeply in the air along with the stench of sulfur and other unknown chemical compounds. At times the smell was so overpowering that it stole one's breath away and the cloud of residue curtained their path to where they only were able to see just more inches in front of there was danger ahead, Sansa would be the last to know as Sandor made sure her head was kept low, even at times placing his thick hand on the base of her neck and pressing it downwards.

By the time he allowed her any freedom to rise, the sun was already up and they were now surrounded by thick trees and rough brush. Tiredness had already seep through Sandor's skin and was now infecting his muscles and bones, as all he yearned to do was crash onto the ground and sleep till eternity passed by. Still he trudged on, finding some extra strength to mark one more mile between them and King's Landing.

To assume that they stopped due to Sansa's fatigue or any concern of her well being would be a fallacy; for it was concern for the horse that finally made the Hound relent and halt. Stranger was exhausted and they needed him in top shape if they wished to make their destination alive. He leaped down, his legs feeling like fresh saplings instead of ancient bark due to exhaustion, yet he still managed to pull the girl from her post and place her firmly upon the ground.
"We camp here for the night. Take those clothes off and change into what I gave you. We burn what you have on." His finger pointed northwest towards a gather of high bushes. "Go behind there but no further to change and get back to this spot immediately. I need to prep us a fire and get some food in our bellies before your growling stomach sends the entire fleet marching on our heels."
He left her to her own as he began collecting and creating a small campsite for them to rest. He did not consume himself with the 'what ifs' of their situation. He made no plan for anything beyond his current task. Everything was just too much to handle at the moment.

By the time she would return a warm fire was blazing and he was already skinning a hare to roast on his makeshift spit.

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Sansa did just as was instructed to her. Wearing pants felt odd to the young woman. She was nothing like her sister who often wore them in day to day activities. And her body was nothing like her sister's. Arya lacked a woman's frameBut the nearly 15 year old Sansa already was taller than most fully grown women. The curves of her now woman's frame followed along suit as well, and they were noticed by passing eyes from time to time. The pants only made her newly developed body stand out more to those who knew her frame work in a common dress.

She finished lacing up the vest over the tunic she was given; all dark brown and common. All but her hair that was; it shined like fire against the dark hues. Her blue eyes lifted as her finger tips finished up the lacing. She watched as the Hound pulled the skin from the hare. This wasn't anything new to the young lady. After all she had brothers who constantly hunted in Winterfell. Then there were the added horrors she had seen in King's Landing. To say the least she was not easily moved by death now days.

" Where are we going?" She asked, her tone a mix of both a curious young lady and a frightened child. Her hands then proceeded to lift up to her fiery locks as she settled down next to the fire, slowly her slim pale fingers weaved her hair into a tight braid. This would help keep it as clean as possible while on the road.

" Do you know yet? Where we're going?"

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He had only glanced briefly once or twice from his work to make sure she still existed where he placed her; other than that he barely lifted his head up. The tips of leather was all he saw of her upon her return, as he pulled the last skin of the rabbit and prepped it for the spit.

"Do I look like I have all the fucking answers?!" He snapped as he tossed the skin in her direction, his back now facing her as he busied himself. He didn't mean to be so harsh in his tone, but exhaustion had already replaced adrenaline and he was simply fucking miserable.

After a short while he finally finished and rose to place the secured meat over the small, yet strong fire to roast for their dinner. He paused upon seeing her. For a man who wore very little expression other than a snarl, his eyes spoke on his behalf; for they grew wide with wonder as he gazed upon her for the first time. What he was hoping would disguise her as a boy only amplified the woman she had blossomed into.

Curse the man who wins her heart for she is truly a beauty, was the quick, primitive thought that snuck its way to the forethought of his mind. "We need to get you some extra layers." He hissed as his eyes were fixated unwillingly upon her bosom. Those dark pools snapped and shot up to look her straight in her deep blue hues. "And we need to fucking cut that hair." Yes, that beautiful fire mane would have to go, at least some of it. He didn't wait for her to protest, instead he picked up the small blade he just previously gutted the hare with and tossed it at her feet. "You either do it or I will. You need to pass as a boy and you won't looking like that.

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Sansa was still very young and due to this simple fact she was full of protest. Truly grateful for the man before her who planned on returning her to her mother and brother but that didn't mean everything he told her she agreed with.

" No...I'm not cutting my hair off." She stated quickly once the still bloody knife was tossed towards her.

" I'll bind it up. " Sansa wasn't sure what bothered her more, the idea of chopping her only unchanged feature, or that he gave her no choice in the matter.

" I don't look like a boy, because I'm not a boy. These clothes will be covered with blood by dawn. " Sansa too was just as worn and mentally distressed as Sandor.

Her boot kicked the knife only a foot or so as she paced in an aggravated manner with her blue eyes towards the sky. She knew he would and could hold her down to chop it off. She stopped next to the knife and in a shaken manner she picked it up in her right hand.

Her whole body trembled as she wiped the blade against her thigh to get the rabbit blood off. Her movements were so shaken and her face looked just as disgusted when she spoke with the queen. But she moved on and picked her braid up and brought the knife to it before the Hound did as he promised.

The hair cut easily, the whole braid fell limp in her hand. Her blue eyes swelled up red as she did this but during the process she didn't speak. Once it was chopped, she walked the knife and still braided bundle over and dropped them next to Sandor.

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She had balls, he'd give her that. Honestly, he wasn't expecting her to follow through with the request and honestly he wasn't sure if he were capable either. But there upon the forest floor rested the casted off red braid. Unfortunately, it was not the best of cuts, the hacked ends were uneven and he sensed she felt vulnerable and ashamed. The image of when Joffery stripped her down in court came to his mind, as she held the same facial expression then as she did now.

Gently he lifted the lifeless mane and tossed it into the fire's embrace. "It is for the best..." He didn't look her in the eyes when he spoke but his voice seemed softer than his previous tone. "You must understand that we are facing treason for leaving. If that little cunt survived last night, the second he notices you're gone he will have his men hunting us down. The less you look like...you...the better chances you have."

He finally looked at her to read her expression. Did she understand how much danger they actually were in? "If they find us, I might get lucky and get killed. You...he will make sure you are kept alive for a long time that death would be welcoming and you will beg for the end." He looked upon her for a moment before shooting his gaze over towards the meat. "Fuck'n whore's tits! Burnt!" His voice cursed as he casted the meat away from the flames as quickly as possible. He looked back at her with an expression that longed to blame her for their charred dinner. "Here." He shoved a chunk of burnt, unseasoned flesh her way. "We still need to eat."

He sat back down after handing her the meat and tore himself a portion. He was a man that lack manners as he tore wildly into the meal and ate like a savage dog. He watched the flames with caution as he chewed hard, only pausing to grasp a small bottle from his side and gulping down the contents. Without speaking he shoved the bottle towards her and the hard scent of fermented alcohol would overpower her nostrils. Whatever it was, it was much stronger than the sweet wines she had at court and the taste was bitter and burned going down.

"We get some sleep and then we begin our way up North to find your mother and brother. We stay off the main roads and are to be cautious of the villages. If questioned you are my nephew. We need new aliases though, so you best think of what you want to he called." He had finally answered her question from before, hoping that this quick plan would give her some peace of mind.

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Sansa listened but didn't talk as she picked from the burnt rabbit. Her blue eyes stayed down towards the boots she wore. Her pale face stood out in the darkness. Dawn was only a few hours away yet sleep called to both.

Sansa stood on up once finished with the meat she was given. She made her way to where Sandor had tossed the saddlebags. When she had placed the saddle on the horse back at the barns she made sure to pack the cleanest horse quilt she saw in the stables. She pulled it on out and laid it out, following with rolling the dress up she had taken off and throwing it down at the head of the quilt. Sansa settled on the quilt and laid her head on the rolled up dress. Covered with her cloak she kept her face turned towards Sandor and the fire. Her uneven chopped hair dangled in her face, but even with short hair her newly bloomed feminine features still made themselves known. Her blue eyes shined and her lightly freckled face was perfectly smooth. Not even a blind man would think her to be a boy.

" You can call me Ned." She told Sandor finally breaking the silence before she rolled on over on her back and shut her eyes.

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He scoffed at her choice in names as he set about snuffing out the fire and erasing their presence as best as possible. He backed himself up against a grandfather oak and allowed his head to rest against the uneven bark; at that moment it was just as welcoming as any feather pillow could possibly be. He closed his eyes, giving the appearance he was retiring into the realm of sleep, but he only rested them, for his ears were perked to the sounds and his brain was spinning its wheels trying to figure out the next step.

He waited until she had settled and ever so gently snoring before he moved from his position. His towering frame, though sturdy and powerful, made barely a sound as his walked over to the sleeping beauty. Against the soft rays of sun, that were raining through the tree canopy, his form casted a shadow down upon her, shielding her briefly for a moment against the light. He lingered. His eyes gazed upon her and yet he made no movement. Whatever battle he was fighting, it was all done behind the curtain that which was his mind. Finally he broke from the trance and unclasped his wool cloak to lie over her sleeping form, and just like that the comfort of cloth and sunlight bathed her for he was gone.

Sandor knew these woods well, as was his duty to have such knowledge. His sense of direction was spot on like any mutt's would be and it didn't take him long to realize exactly what part they were in. He concluded they were headed Northeast and knew of a small hamlet that rested just beyond the nearby stream. Normally it was of no significance to anyone in King's Landing and was, for the most part, isolated from world. He began to make his way there trying to make a mental note of what shops or inns created the place. He knew he would be noticed and they were too close for comfort to risk him being identified. He also knew that he needed to get her looser and extra clothing if she were to pass for a lad. As luck would have it, a small cottage rested just short of the stream's bend and it appeared to be in living condition. His hand rested upon the hilt of his sword as he crept towards the surroundings...

"Get up!" His voice boomed enough to send a flock of resting birds to escape from their nests and find sanctuary in the sky. A new pile of clothes, darker in color and loose in form, were thrown at her resting feet along with a pile of shredded cloth. " Put these on and bind your tits with the cloth. Use the rest to shove up your bleeding cunt or else you will have bears on our heels along with guards." He was definitely in a foul mood this morning. His appearance was disheveled, exhausted and caked in fresh blood, and indicator that he was definitely up to something as she slept.

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Sansa jumped; the way his voice carried like thunder made her think someone had found them, but no, nothing of the sort just a grumpy old Hound barking again. Sansa didn't like the way he talked to her, she wasn't use to it. But if facts were laid out she was considered a child two days ago and now she was a woman.

She shifted up, noticing his cloak on her; she held it up against her chest as if he had just barged in on her in just night clothes. But within seconds her blue eyes adjusted and all was recalled from the night before.

Sansa stood, never taking her boots off once laying down for sleep. Her back was young but sleeping on the ground still ache her bones.

Hearing Sandor talk to her in this crude man like manner turned her expression sour. She dropped his cloak down on the ground purposely and picked up the bundle of clothes.

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" I would like it if you kept my 'tits' and my 'bleeding cunt' out of your thoughts. " Sansa stated as she locked eyes with Sandor as she snapped at him for the second time during this. "You've made me change clothes, going on three bloody times. You can layer it all over me but 'you' ran with someone with 'tits' and a 'bleeding cunt'. It's not my fault for either of those bloody facts!"

"As I recalled it, it was you who begged me to come. So as far as I am concerned you can stay here and be returned to that cushy palace I just rescued you from." At this, he bent down, hovering over her slightly. Briefly he relished in how she seemed to react to his closeness; how she cowered from his touch or even just shifted her eyes from his gaze. A skin was gently extended. "Water." He whispered. "Get yourself ready and meet me by the stream."

The cold, fresh water was welcoming against his soiled, scarred flesh, as he submerged his naked form into the embrace of the stream's depths. Blood, sweat and fear washed away downstream as he basked in the chilled waters. Over the years he had grown accustomed to frigid baths as it seemed more invigorating to his senses. Immediately, he felt the heavy tiredness removed and a new cloak of clarity come forward. Emerging from the waters, he shook himself out just like the dog he was named after. His stringy, brown hair whipped rich droplets away from his body before his hand ran through them to pull away the strands from his face. He had already discarded the clothes he had on prior and had secured himself a new set. He had even discarded his sword in favor of some unmarked daggers and an ax; best not to be identified by any means possible.

Once dressed, he walked over to where Stranger grazed on some high grass and pulled from the hanging bags an object. Snuggled into the confinements of his hand he fixated on it, allowing a silent moment to ponder it over and admire it. Unlike his other possessions, this one was not so easily discarded. Perhaps the beast held some sentiment after all.

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Sansa did the best she could to bind herself up, she changed her bleeding rags just as instructed. She had brought nothing with her so she literally had nothing to help cope and take her mind off the situation she had placed herself in. Though she was binded her face still glowed with a feminine feel, she had shifted all her hair to one side which made it look less chopped up, showing one ear. Her blue eyes seemed more noticeable in the morning light and so did her short fiery hair.

Her boots lead her on over to Sandor who had her back turned towards her. She knew she would be traveling with this man for a long time so she thought best to be civil with him.

" What do you have there?" She asked out of only curious nature. She chose not to ask where all the 'new' items such as clothes and weapons came from. Sansa figured he either stole them from the kingdom or from a nearby resistance.

Sansa rounded the man to hand off the horse blanket and her old dress she had left in. While shoving them in a saddle bag she looked Sandor's way again.

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At the sound of her questioning voice, he clasped his hand firmly around the object and quickly shoved it back in the saddle bag. He sighed as he looked upon her and realized any and all attempts were lost to make her a boy. Her feminine features, despite all, were determined to show through. Guess she would have to pass for his niece then. He felt awful coming to such realization, especially after having her chop off her hair. Still he rationalized that it was for the best as she at least looked like a peasant girl now instead of a potential queen.

He assisted her with mounting the horse and once settle upon it himself, raced off further North. "Once we are able to, we will get you your own horse. We need to stay off the road as much as possible right now but once we make it beyond the Crossroads, we should be fine to travel them without issue. If anything should happen, it would be best for you to have your own to escape."

It would have been easier to stay on the road, but unfortunately that was not a possibility so soon. Instead he zigzagged their course, going slightly east up towards Antlers and then a sharp cut West to avoid the lands and castle of Harrenhal. Word had already spread of his brother's presence there and he was certain that word of his own treason had already fallen on Gregor's ears. No doubt he would have his own men out searching for them. That would be far worse than any of Joffery's men.

{This is a series of RPs created by myself and another player. I will be uploading a chapter as I edit each one, but the story is almost complete, so stay tuned for many updates. Please leave some feedback as comments motivate us to continue! Sansa is written by - HarleyMuseBanks19 Sandor written by me, SheStalksTheShadows and all other characters were shared!}