SING TO ME LITTLE BIRD
Sansa had no intention of staying away the whole night. The woods were covered in thick autumn leaves; if the pair didn't hear someone walking up on them then it was just natural selection at its finest. She waited till the thunder like snores were heard and then she too found sleep. His threats were all hot air to her.
But before dawn she woke before he did. She assumed he had woke up at some point in the night, either to piss or just check on her, but when she woke the same grumbling sounds came from the man.
Sansa gathered her masculine clothes and made her way behind the thickest bush. Riding in a dress would just be uncomfortable, pants were more logical.
While she removing the rags she had placed between her legs she discovered her red flower had left her. It was a great relief that brought her to pause while changing, leading her to look up to the sky and thank the old and new gods out loud. Her whispers carried in the wind lightly but would go no further. As Sansa stood there topless, thanking the gods, a thought crept in on how much her body had changed the past few years. When one grows they don't noticed the day to day changes, but standing here in the middle of nowhere looking down at herself she noticed it more. Maybe it was just mental due to taking a very important step into becoming a woman only days ago.
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It was true that he had no true intention on her staying up all night, or at least he wouldn't act upon his threat if he were to have caught her sleeping.
He woke refreshed of energy and ready to utilize every ounce of daylight possible. He calculated that it would take around four to five days to make it to Riverrun Road, if they made very little stops along the way, but he knew realistically that may not be possible. They needed supplies and judging by Sansa's new horse; it would need a new shoeing if it were to survive the journey.
After preparing the horses and gathering his belongings, all that was left was her. Noticing she was not where he left her the night before, he followed her tracts to find her half naked and staring down upon her chest. Fortunately, for her his view was more of her bare back than her front. Still it would be rather a shock. To him he would be oblivious to any embarrassment his presence would create, for all he cared about was moving. "What the fuck are you doing?! This is no time to be playing with your tits. Get the fuck dressed and come on!" He turned around, paused and looked back at her. "If you actually want to sleep in a fucking bed tonight you better start moving!"
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Sansa turned just her head to give warning glance towards Sandor. " I'm not playing with my body. I found a bloody leech on my side from the river I took a bath in. "she informed him seeming more aggravated towards his words than his actual standing there.
Sansa shuffled into the clothes in her hands and picked up the dress she had taken off. When she turned she brushed her fiery hair to the side as the second half of what he was saying registered with her.
"A bed? Where in the seven hells are we going to find a real bed tonight?" She asked as she made her way towards Sandor, stopping only a few feet from him.
" You are not dragging me to a whore house. Forget it if that's your planning of this. "
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"An inn, you redheaded ninny. If you would just hurry up, we can make it there by dark. It is a village near Pinkmaiden, though I can't promise you there won't be whores. Those are unavoidable." He marched off and mounted his horse to await her return.
The day was dreary and the sky was pregnant with dark clouds. The air blew thick with the blooming autumn foliage and a promise that their ride would not have them boiling in their saddles in a hot sun. Still they had to race the rain. By the looks of the sky they would be expecting a very heavy rain indeed, which would slow them down and soak them to the core.
"COME ON!" He shouted, but by the time those words were carried on the wind a big, fat plump of water smacked him straight between the eyes. "Oh for fucks sakes."
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Sansa was climbing on her horse, thankful she was wearing pants since Sandor did not help her on the animal. " Yes Clegane. Just as your body and mind is telling you, I have indeed caused the rain." She stated in an attitude laced tone. Sansa was getting familiar with the man and this was leading to more of her snappy and wit filled comments to pour from her mind.
Once on the new horse she trotted it on in front of his own to get a feel for the animal. She hadn't ridden a horse alone since her trip from Winterfell to King's Landing.
Turning the animal she looked back at the sour expression on his face, but this time it just turned her own into a full smile followed with a laugh. " Not every action the world makes is against you." She informed him.
"Speak to me in another five years and tell me if what you said still holds true." He muttered for pulling his hood over his cloak and clicking his tongue to engage Stranger to begin.
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Plop...plop..plop. The rain began to come, slow at first and then a steady stream to pour down upon them. Soon it was so bad that they could barely see beyond the horse's heads and the horses themselves having difficulty trekking thru the mud. It got so bad that Sandor had to dismount and pull Sansa's horse from the thick, muddy patches that rose up to the creature's legs in spots. By the time evening came, the pair was soaked to the core and Sandor was covered from his waist down in splattered mud.
The village was that he was referencing was a minor's village just ten or so miles from Pinkmaiden. Its original name was Craven Nest, but the locals called it Black Road due to the main paths constantly covered in soot from the mines.
Lanterns guided them through what seemed to be a ghost town this time of night. From their casted glow, Sansa would observe that all the buildings were black and cruelly constructed, and not a single soul seemed to be on the road, giving the place an eerie vibe.
Coming into the heart of the village the faint whisper of music could be heard, following the boisterous sounds of laughter and drunken antics. Soon they came to the largest building, whose lights bled soft glows onto the ground. Through the windows, the place was packed with a lively crowd and as they approached a few men stumbled out in stages of drunkenness, with one emptying his belly just mere inches from their horses.
Sandor paid this no mind, and moved beyond the inn and towards the stables were a young stable lad raced out to meet them. "They need to be watered and fed and new shoes." He dug into his coin pouch and pulled out a few coppers and one silver. "This is for whoever gets their teeth kicked in by this one. " His hand patted Stranger's side and the stallion huffed in agreeance. He nodded to Sansa to dismount, but he didn't wait for her to do so. Instead he bee lined his way right through those tavern doors.
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Rain. Rain. Rain. This was literally their whole day and it led to heavy clothes along with cold bones. Her red hair hung to the side was stuck to her face. The shirt and pants she wore clung to her frame tightly as she made her way off the horse to follow along suit with Sandor.
When inside the tavern she quickly noticed the crowd of drunken men. They were larger men, mostly minors. Their job came hard to them which lead to growing into larger built men. Sansa quickly realized where they were when she glanced a few of the men over and noticed the black stain on the tips of their fingers along with several of the having cuts up along their arms. These scars were from their trade, digging through the mines was often placed them in a pitch black setting. Misplacements happened from time to time, but due to the power these men had from their trade, Lannister soldiers never entered this area. More trouble than it was worth.
Sansa followed suit with Sandor trying to stay as close as he would allow. The drunken men took note of the young red head but not as much as the working women did. One who also had fiery red locks, much like the hair Sansa had only days ago walked up to the pair. She wasted no time and pulled her eyes off Sansa and placed them on Sandor. " No fun can be had when a man brings his child bride along. " the woman stated in a dominant yet feminine manner. " We could send her for a walk. " the woman suggested.
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Amongst these men, Sandor seemed to blend in. Amongst their charcoal dusted faces, burly girths and natural miserable expressions that spoke silent threats of possible aggression, he seemed naturally at home. Even his scarred face didn't make him stand out like a sore thumb; for many men amongst them had gashes and scars strewn upon them from the horrible mines which they labored.
He navigated smoothly through the crowd, as though he knew exactly what table he was heading for. Had he been here before? He kicked the chair out with the tip of his muddied boot and collapsed his weight down into it just as Sansa was falling on his heels and the redheaded wench coming up upon them.
"Not my bride...my niece." He quickly corrected the women. "Get us a few tankards and some stew. Also going to need two beds for the night, the split room." His eyes glanced over at Sansa. "And that one needs a bath." He threw her the required coin and as she went to grab it, he placed a silver down. "This is for later." He indicated, agreeing to the intimate services the woman was offering.
The red head smirked and picked up the coins laid out for her. "No longer have split rooms. No one wanted em'. None travel with their niece(s) long side em'. But the rest will be fully arranged. Make sure there's two blankets for the pair of you." The red head informed Sandor before trailing off to gather the drinks and stew.
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Sansa just focused on the wooden table and kept her mouth shut tightly. This was as much of a whore house as Little Fingers establishment in King's Landing. While thinking this very statement she shook her head lightly before leaning back in her chair. Placing her elbow on the table she hooked her thumb to her front teeth as her eyes looked anywhere except towards the Hound.
Quite was a understatement to Sansa right now. Even when the stew and drink was brought out, her actions of eating was like a proper lady, it's all she knew. Not dropping one drop while the men and women around her made a mess all around them.
When finished Sansa stood and looked across at Sandor before speaking. " Be finished with the whore before I return from my bath." She sounded just like the fire spirited Katherine Stark. Not waiting for a reply before turning and making her way to the women's bathroom.
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He allowed her the opportunity to storm off, as he was too content drinking his ale and powering down the thick, hot stew. She truly knew very little of the real world and he considered for a moment to take her to a real whorehouse so she can compare the differences. He did tell her whores were unavoidable and who was she to deny him some form of relaxation.
She wouldn't get very far, before a pair of gritty, thick paws halted her in her steps. Peering down upon her a large man as tall and thick like the Mountain himself gazed upon her with a wild grin. "Look at this lovely maiden!" He exclaimed with a jovial yet slurred manner indicating that he was well beyond his limits. "Come my fair beauty, have a jig with me!" He cooed as he attempted to pull her over towards his gang of merry men who were already laughing and shouting amongst themselves. "Maric, play us a tune." He shouted out towards his back.
"Get your fucking hands off her." The Hound's voice cut through the merriment like ice as he approached from Sansa's back. The man pulled his gaze from the girl towards the man and his grin grew even larger.
"Ozgarth!" He cheered upon seeing the Hound in his presence. "Where the fuck have you been!" The men behind him roared upon noticing Sandor and began tapping their tankard upon the wooden tables to welcome him.
Sandor grunted and stepped between the man and Sansa. "Been busy."
The other man lifted his scruffy brow and shifted his eyes from Sansa back to Sandor. "I bet you have been." He chuckled.
"This is my niece...Myrtle." Of course he would choose a ghastly name for her, but unfortunately she failed to pass as a boy and therefore Ned was out of the question.
His own choice in fake identities would perhaps bring a chuckle to Sansa herself, since she was a fan of fairytales and the like. Ozgarth, the guide of the dead. Legend states that Ozgarth was a man who fell madly in love with a woman who was on her deathbed, dying from a horrific plague; so strong was his love that he made a pack with the Stranger. Though he wouldn't be able to save her life, he begged for her to have a merciful, painfree death, and in return to give himself into service to the Stranger for all eternity. He was given the title of guide and it is said he is the one that helps souls cross over into the realm of the dead, giving him the chance to see his beloved every time.
Though a darker tale, it was perhaps the only romantic tale under the Stranger's.
The other man nodded. "Ah your niece. Of course. Please come, both of you and drink with us!" The man looked at Sansa and smiled warmly. "Forgive me. The name is Brutis. Come let me introduce you to the rest of these orgres."
There would be no protests at the moment, for the Hound's hands guided her towards the table where seven other men and one lad gathered around. Edwin, Victor, Morg, Xavier, Zan, Janhurn, Flynn and last to be introduced was Maric. A young man around eighteen or so approached with his fiddle tucked under his arm. He was a handsome image to behold, a head of chestnut curls, strong yet soft features of youth and crystal blue eyes that were ever so welcoming. He gently reached for Sansa's hand and bestowed a feathery kiss upon it. "Tis a wonderful pleasure to meet such a beauty. Greetings Myrtle." Even his voice was smooth and poetic.
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Sansa didn't find the handsome fellow that charming. In fact she didn't find as much humor in this situation as Sandor did. When the younger man kissed her hand her whole body tightened up and slowly she drew her hand back to her own lap where she let it remain.
" Do you sing?" One of the men asked, Sansa thought she heard him say his name was Janhurn. Janhurn wasn't the best but not the worst of names. No the worst the Hound had blessed on as her own fake name. Myrtle. His own she did find a bit of a odd pick, but she made no remark to it.
"...I have in the past." Sansa told the man. This statment was true, Sansa use to sing often but a lot had happened since.
" You have a accent we don't get to hear often. Sing us a song!?" One of the more heavy set men stated as he slammed his drink down and rubbed his belly with his free hand.
Sansa let out a shaken breath. Her eyes glanced down as she thought of all the songs she knew. Most were Northern songs.
" Sing us a love song!" The younger man who had kissed her added.
Her eyes glanced over the fiddle before she nodded towards it. " Let me see it and I will." She told him. The young man was more than pleased to give her the fiddle.
She hadn't played since leaving Winterfell but she recalled the steps and placed it between her jaw and shoulder while her other hand lifted with the bow in hand. Slowly she started to brush the bow against the strings before her voice was heard at all. The strings stayed slow and so did the song, she had a saddened singing voice but it was peaceful at the same time.
If I could begin to be
Half of what you think of me
I could do about anything
I could even learn how to love
When I see the way you act
Wondering when I'm coming back
I could do about anything
I could even learn how to love
Like you
Love like you
I always thought I might be bad
Now I'm sure that it's true 'cause
I think you're so good
And I'm nothing like you
Look at you go!
I just adore you I wish that
I knew
What makes you think I'm so special
If I could begin to do Something that does right by you
I would do about anything
I would even learn how to love
When I see the way you look
Shaken by how long it took
I could do about anything
I could even learn how to love like
you Love like you... Love me like you
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The men, though definitely drunk and lively, seemed decent and accepting of the pair. Once introductions were given and fresh drinks poured, Sandor and Brutis stepped off to the side to have a private conversation. Though unable to hear what was being said, their facial expressions indicated they were talking about something serious and Sandor was paying very little to the situation Sansa was placing herself in.
"Not ta many lady voices we get ta hear b'sides Zelda's squawking." Spoke the man named Morg, who was an older man with sprays of white hair poking out to the sides and a silly, wide toothless grin. The barmaid, a voluptuous woman shouted back. "Ya best shut that trap of yers Morg or I will give ya sumtin ta squawk about!"
"Hush, you two!" Maric scolded the pair before handing over his instrument with a smile.
The song was lovely and Sansa truly had a voice of an angel, even Sandor halted his current conversation to listen to her sweet voice. He couldn't explain it, but her voice calmed his troubled soul and for that time he felt a blanket of peace settle down onto him.
The room had grown quiet as she performed and remained so for a few seconds after she finished before erupting in a roar of cheers, tankards being pounded hard and coin being flung at her feet.
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The cheering didn't startle her but the coins hitting her boots did as she passed the fiddle back to the younger man. One of the others bent down to gather up the coins before laying them down in her lap. Sansa had never done anything to earn coin before in her whole life. Looking the pieces over she took hold of them in her hands before standing.
" Thank you for letting me use your fiddle." She told the lad before stepping over to Sandor and the other man. It seemed as though her song inspired the men, several were seen grabbing hold of the giggling saloon girls and carrying them back to their inn rooms. Sansa took hold of Sandor's hand and brought it up so it was flattened out, she then placed the seven coins that were tossed to her. With no coin bag it was safer with him anyway.
" I'll be back." She told him with her hand still holding the side of his open palm. After making it clear she was going to take a bath she freed his hand and made her way successfully to the bathroom; this time of night it was empty which didn't bother Sansa as she took the silence in.
Around a corner came the same red head as before, she gave a gentle smile towards Sansa. " Laid you a dress out. So you can let those wet rags you're wearing dry. It's over there on a chair. " the woman pointed.
" Thank you." Sansa told her before the woman stated.
" Now I'm going to go climb that mountain of a uncle you have." The woman vanished back into the busy tavern but her final comment leading Sansa to nearly burst into laughter.
" Mountain of a uncle." She said to herself before going on to the bath.
The red head made her way in through the tavern until coming to Sandor. " The mouse is away I see." She stated as she looked him over once more before stepping closer. " Want to show me your room?"
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She stunned him out of his trance when her delicate hand opened his and poured the coin into it. His first instinct was too pocket the coin for himself, after all she was an expense, but deep down he couldn't do it. Instead he nodded, counted the coin and pocketed it with his own until he was able to secure her a pouch of her own.
He wanted to tell her how beautiful she sang, how it invoked feelings that he tried so hard to bury away. He couldn't. He didn't know the words to express such emotions and even if he did he was clueless on where to begin. So he just grumbled and shooed her and continued carrying on his previous conversation.
Many, if not all, had wrong assumptions about him. They assumed he was all muscle and no brains and therefore no one ever questioned him nor found cause to tract him. According to the others, he was simply Joffrey's dog running about and obeying orders. It worked to his advantage. He was able to form his own alliances without the watchful eyes of the crown upon him. One such was Brutis and his gang. Miners by trade, but spies and thieves by night, they provided him with necessary information. Through his friend, word was that a new alliance was made between the Starks and the Freys and within the next coming month a wedding will be had.
It was then that the redhead swaggered over. Her promise of a good time was still welcomed...he did already pay for her...and he bid his friend farewell for a time to follow her to the room.
Another assumption was his incapability with the opposite sex. Though many ladies from court snubbed their noses at the sight of him, he wasn't lacking in intimacy, even if it meant he had to pay for it. The room was near the bath house, and from where Sansa washed, she could hear their voices seeping through the thin walls.
Following the woman into the room, he kicked the door closed and came up behind her, his hand tangling through those fiery tresses. He curled a mass into his hand, baring her neck and yanking it gently back to expose her flesh to him. "Tonight you will be my Little Bird and sing for me." His sultry voice purred before he sank his lips against her sweet flesh.
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Sansa was in the deepest of the baths, it covered all the way up to her collar bones. Her hands often reach up to wash her once long hair, each time she recalled that it just touched her chin now. Disappointing but it would grow back over time.
Since entering the bath area she had been hearing lovers to her left through the walls. She found their sounds to be funny and from time to time nearly laughed. But finally to her right she heard motion. Not knowing it was indeed Clegane and the red head till hearing his harsh voice through the walls.
This words, " Tonight you will be my Little Bird and sing for me." Rang in her ears like a sworm of bees. She sank lower in the water until her neck was covered. At first she assumed he just called all females Little Bird, that made sense to her. But hearing him shagging a wall away was not on her list of wants tonight.
The red head did and followed his lead, her moaning making Sansa want to dunk her head fully under water right now. The woman was named Lily, that mattered not. She turned to face the Hound " How long have you wanted to fuck me? " she asked him this in a sweeter, almost childish manner. In reality she was mocking Sansa's accent. Her young proper, northern accent.
" Since you first saw me!?" The woman asked him in the same speech, and all the while Sansa could hear all of it.
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He was a talented lover, rough but not overpowering that it took away from her own willpower. She was a talented whore, who knew exactly what role was requested to play.
He had pinned her against the wall, when she questioned him in between gasps of breaths.
"Since you first saw me?!" She cooed in her mockery only for him to reply. "Ayyeee" as he drove himself into her to her to full orgasm.
Needless to say they weren't a quiet pair, but such things in places like that were barely paid any attention and so the patrons went about their drinking, and eating and fighting and completely ignored the shouts of passion happening within the rooms.
An hour later Lily would walk out of the room disheveled and drunk from the ride of pleasure. Her dress torn slightly to reveal her bare shoulder and the love nips left on her flushed skin. A few of the tavern girls gathered about her to be given details of her recent adventures.
"He really made this bird sing!" The group busted out in fits of girlish giggles.
"And how big was he?" another inquired.
"Let's just say that I am going to be walking bull legged for at least a week!" Another round of giggles filled the room.
"Alright, alright, break it up and get back ta work!" Zelda came through swiping her hand to shoo the girls away like flies on a cake. "Lily go check on that girl, she has been in the bathhouse for over an hour. I hope she didn't drown like tha last one did!"
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Lily too was laughing and carrying on with the others until she was given her orders. Giving a nod she made her way to the bath area. The candles had either all went out or been blown out. No one seemed to be in the area, but Lily checked. Once sure she walked back over to the room where Sandor was.
" Sorry to bother you. Its just...is your bri- I mean niece in here?" Lily knew good and well that Sansa was no blood of his. Not after the show he just had her put on. Lily looked about the room.
" She's not under the bed?" Lily asked as her eyes opened up wide enough to look like a dinner plate.
Sansa was not inside the inn, she had remained in the bath for a good amount of time. Long enough to understand the game Sandor was playing. But then she dressed and went to the stables to check on their horses. Happy she did this because the man they paid had done nothing but stall them and remove their saddles. So she spent her time watering the horses and trying not to over think what she heard.
But now she stood next to her own grey pony braiding its hair. Speaking to it lightly as she did.
" You need a name. It's only fair and fitting." She whispered to the beast.
" My brother Jon, he is really good at naming animals. But it will be far too long before we see him. So we must think quickly." Sansa was in the stall with both her pony and Stranger, the door locked just in case she needed to duck and hide.
Back with Lily and Sandor, the red head slowly dipped to look under the bed and when she saw she wasn't there she let out a breath of relief. " Oh thank the seven."
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After his intimate exercise, he had collapsed upon the bed in sweet, sated relief. The night air was scented with fresh rain and it lulled the beast into a twilight slumber. He was just about to completely submit to sleep when the whore made her way back in.
He was too relaxed to pay her no mind and only cracked a slight sliver of a glance as she danced about his room. Sleep was welcoming and already the world of dreams began.
Something made his eyes dart open after she had spoken her last words and he sat up in the bed. "What the fuck did you just say?"
Lily simply smiled and repeated what happened; but once he figured out that Sansa was missing, he pushed her aside and began fumbling for his clothes. "Didn't I already pay you?" He snapped with a frigid tongue as he shrugged off anger further advances. "Get out and so help me if she is harmed there will be a price to pay."
"Stupid, fucking girl!" He grumbled under his breath as he hopped about to get his boot on. Fuck it, he was going out with one boot on, no shirt and barely his pants tied.
As Sansa kept company with her horse, she would be unaware of a pair of crystal blue hues admiring her. He had kept watch at the bathhouse door, waiting to catch sight of her. He had just caught a flash of her skirts heading towards the stables when he made his way to follow. For awhile he was happy to admire her beauty from afar, especially since she no longer was dressed in muddied clothes and looked like a drowned rat.
Finally Maric felt compelled to make his presence known. "The Dothraki take great pride in naming their horses..." His voice spoke with a honey kiss. "They are great warlords that ride the grasslands..." He came closer to her and placed his hand upon the horse, gently stroking it. "It is said a Dothraki is born, fight and dies in his saddle. Their horses are an extension of them. Two souls, one of beast and one of man." He lifted two fingers and crossed them together. "To leave the beast without a name is a bad omen, but to give it a name with no meaning, no extension of your soul...well...that is worse." His hand reached out to gently brush away a wisp of red from her face, leaving being a small white flower tucked behind her hair.
His smile was charming, just as his manners were and he made no advances to bring her discomfort. "You're a rose in winter, Lady Mrytle." His compliment was a tribute to the Northern poem by such a name, that spoke of a solitary rose left in the darkness of winter. "Such beauty beyond words yet your eyes speak of sadness and tragedy. Pray, tell me, is Ozgarth truly your uncle?"
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The stable gate parted the pair. As this lad let his hand through the gate to not only touch her pony but brush her hair out of her way Sansa settled back. " The Dothraki also lay with their horses. They call our soldiers weak for wearing armor and fear crossing the sea. They also marry literal children. " Sansa stated all the harsh facts that she had once heard King Robert tell her father about the savages that lived a world away.
" Yes he is my uncle. We are just tied from traveling is all. He will be finishing up and coming here to collect me...you should go." Sansa was truly different than the young girl who fell for shining eyes of young men. Now days she felt no spark when a man showed interest in her.
Inside Lily spoke to a few of the other ladies working, only one knew where Sansa went. As she walked back with the news she noticed the stable hand passed out at one of the tables.
" She went to check on the horses." She called to Sandor from across the room.
Sansa showed distrust to this lad and stepped from her pony over to Stranger, thankful they were placed in the same stall. Stranger seemed to hate all men besides Sandor so she kept to him just in case.
" This horse gets nervous around people he doesn't know. So please go." She warned again.
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Maric chuckled at her innocence. "You've obviously never ventured beyond your small world. I have had the privilege of such, and can assure you that though the Dothraki are savages, they are no worse than the ones we have right here on our own soil." He ignored her uncertainty and slowly made his way beyond the barrier between them and closer to her. " I am not afraid of a horse, or any creature when there is such a beauty like you to behold." He inched his way in closer. "Dare I steal a kiss from the rose's sweet, delish petals?" He closed his eyes and puckered his lips in preparation when suddenly his eyes bulged open when the hand snatched him from moving a step closer and slamming his body against the wall. Sandor's thick arm pinned him by his throat as the young lad fought in vain to be released. "I SAID NOT TO FUCKING TOUCH HER!" His voice boomed so loudly that the horses began to whine and move about madly. The boy clawed at the Hound's arm in mercy. "SHE AIN'T NO MINER'S CUNT FOR YOUR TINY COCK TO SPOIL..." He let go of the boy's throat and immediately grasped his hand, squeezing it to were the cartilage and bones began to bend and crack. Maric screamed out in pain as he was brought to his knees. "Please...not...my...hands..." He begged between gasping for breaths.
Meanwhile Lily and Brutis came rushing in to find the Hound towering over the young lad as he held the boy's arm above his head and ready to finalize the destruction of the minstrel's talent. "DID YOU TOUCH HER?!" His demand was responded with only a pleas and a whimper. Sandor whipped his eyes over to Sansa. "DID HE?!" His face was crimson red and the veins in his temples pulsed with white hot anger.
"Ozgarth, surely this is a misunderstanding. Just two kids having some fun in the hay.." Brutis wasn't given the chance to finish that thought when Sandor focused that fury on him, his chest rising and falling as foam formed on the corners of his mouth. "Okay...you were right, you did give warning. The man gave a defeated glance over at the lad who had now soiled his breeches in fear. "Please, let him go. I will make sure he nor,any of my men overstep their bounds again. He is just a boy."
"DON'T FUCKING BOY ME! I KNOW WHAT BOYS ARE CAPABLE OF." He lifted the boy up to his feet, not letting go of his hand but bringing him inches from his face. "She is miiinnneee." He growled through gritted teeth. He pushed the boy down and picked up the fiddle that was resting nearby, smashing it against the beam. "Get him the fuck out of my face!" He ordered as Brutis assisted the shit filled boy towards the door.
Sandor was not done. Without warning he made his way over to Sansa and scooped her over his shoulder and marched his way towards their shared quarters.
He didn't care if she cried, screamed, kicked or bite, he didn't relent until they were in the room and the door shut behind them. He threw her on the bed without mercy. "YOU STUPID, STUPID, GIRL! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING!"
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Sansa did not make a scene while being carried through the inn like this. Her eyes did start to swell but she blamed that on embarrassment, or at least she did until Sandor tossed her down and directly yelled at her. Sitting up on the bed she glanced away with her ice toned eyes that now shined with against the candles in the room.
" I heard you." She choked out faintly before lifting a hand to her face and whipping one eye before a tear fled down her cheek.
" I heard it all. And I couldn't stand it so I walked across the way to the stables because it made my insides twist. " Sansa finally directed her eyes back towards Sandor. She had seen bigger men in her life but right now he seemed like the biggest man in the world. His red face and anger were something for the wise to fear but she did not.
" Did you have me cut my hair to make it easier not to lust after me? " she snapped.
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He had begun pacing like a lion trapped in a small cage when she spoke up about what she heard. He wasn't expecting that. He paused mid pace and glared at her. "What did you hear?" He made his way over to her. " Me calling her Little Bird? You think you are the first to be called that...or the last." He ran his hand through his hair, his face still fuming with madness and his appearance still disheveled. His bare chest beaded with sweat and rose and fell hard with each breath. "What if one of Joffrey's guards found you? What if I didn't show up when I did, then what? You don't fucking think, girl!" He collapsed down at the edge of the bed, his large arms dangling between his legs as he slung his head down. "Do you know how many times I saved your ass from getting raped?"
He looked up awaiting her answer. "You have no fucking idea what Joffrey had planned for you each night. He wanted to you deflowered in the worse way and had all these sadistic ideas of how he was going to accomplish it. I was putting a sleeping powder in his wine almost every night to prevent it. I stayed up and watched your door." His large legs swung around and pushed her out of his way so that he could stretch his length out. His arms rested behind his head. "And this is the thanks I get. You gallivanting about without a fucking care."
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Sansa shifted so Sandor could lay behind her frame that was still shifted up on the edge of the bed with her legs dangling.
" Well if that's the case never call me that again." She hissed before he went on about how many times he saved her and so on. She knew Sandor watched her closely, knowing this made what she heard make sense. But maybe she was wrong. A misunderstanding was would have made sense but it didn't settle with her.
" I have never asked you for anything till two days ago. But you knew I would ask you to take me with you. That's why you were in my chamber. " Sansa then turned to look at Sandor, knowing he was drunk she dare not step on his toes, but her mother came out of her mouth again.
" Just because you saved me from the hands of others, doesn't mean you get to place your hands on me." She stated before turning back and leaning over to blow the candle on the night stand out. Sansa wasn't sure if the drunken man would reply but she lay there awake on her side with her back towards him.
