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People had left the castle as rats abandoned ships that were sinking. Only those who were too old or too stubborn remained. These and Sandor Clegane. As he pushed Bran's wheelchair, cursing as if his life depended on it, he thought of how, no matter what he did, he always ended up as someone's nanny.

"You can leave me here."

As he rubbed his hands together to warm them up, Sandor saw the boy touch the red leaved tree with his fingertips and throw his head back - see the whites of Bran's eyes and the way his head trembled slightly made a shiver to run down Sandor's back, making him shudder. Then the boy took out his fingers from the tree and looked at him as nothing had happened.

"I'll stay here for a while, you can return to the castle." The boy did not have to ask twice. "Tell my sister to meet me in the map room at dusk." He spoke behind Sandor's back.

"Arya?"

"Sansa." With no more words, he touched the tree and lost himself in his visions.

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Sandor felt his balls still frozen as he walked across the castle in search of the auburn, first in the kitchens, then in the solar, and now in his bedroom. Annoyed at being a scout boy, he punched the door.

"Come in." He could hear the soft tone of her voice through the wooden door. "I did not expect you to return so soon…"

However, Sandor was not listening, as he crossed the sill, met the auburn in a large tub, her hair held high up as she brushes a soapy tissue gently over her shoulder. Then she turned and saw him.

"What the fuck!" She exclaimed and pulled out a towel to cover herself. Outraged, she stood, and Sandor's mouth filled with water as he watched the fabric sticking on her curves. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"You told me to come in."

"I thought it was Tessa with my tea." Both of them stared at each other for a long moment. "What are you doing here?"

"Your brother, he wants you meet him in the map room at dusk."

"You already delivered the message, you can withdraw."

Sandor was turning to leave when she lifted her leg out of the tub. A red line marked her from the knee to the ankle; he got stunned by seeing it.

"You're not the only one with scars." She spoke without emotion as she came out of the water, forming a puddle on the floor. "Before died my husband insisted on leaving me with a lot of them." She approached him slowly. "No one on my face, of course, he liked me pretty, just like Joffrey.

Stopping closer than a meter from him, Sansa lifted one foot so he could see the sole, a bit was missing.

"He claimed I was keeping in touch with Jon."

She lifted the towel and showed her thighs, there were scratches from dozens of cuts.

"Seeing my blood excited him."

She reached for him, showing him her arm, where there were dozens of dots – burn scars – marking the pale skin.

"One for every time he slept with me." She folded her hands over her chest, holding the edges of the towel. "Luckily, I had a short marriage, because for these, I have no explanation."

She uncovered herself and he felt the hate rising inside him as he saw many other scars - marks of cuts, burns and even bites covered Sansa's belly and breasts. She turned her back and showed that the situation there was even worse. Silently she covered herself again and stared at him.

"Now I understand a little more the hate you feel for your brother, and I hope someday you can kill him like I did with Ramsay." Turning her back, she pulled away to dress. "Close the door when you go."

That night, lying on his bed facing the ceiling, Sandor felt rage and desire run together through his body, because even if the scars covered much of Sansa's skin, that did not detract her beauty or the fascination she exercised over him. Still, it was impossible to remember her beautiful breasts without also remember the teeth mark on the left one. If Ramsay Snow were still alive, it would be a different Dog to kill him.