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"What the hell are they doing here?" Sandor asked as Jaime Lannister and Bronn entered the map's room.
"I invited them." Sansa answered impassively, her voice reaching only his ears.
"Why?"
"Their knowledge can be useful."
Sandor growled in disagreement, he had spent his life seen the Lannisters doing anything just for their own benefit, and the other one did not seem to be any different. Restless, he watched as the Lady Winterfell and her younger brother told where Jon and his army were and hoped they would return the favor by talking about Cersei's plans for war. When the meeting was over, he was the last to leave the room, spent a moment looking ate the map where the pieces depicting the enemies from the south had been moved closer than they had expected. Clutching the handle of his sword, he got out wondering if the presence of Jaime Lannister in that reunion would be proved an unprecedented stupidity.
"Clegane?" It was still strange to hear his name being called so softly. "Will you escort me to my chamber?"
Sandor looked around for Brienne, the woman always seemed to be a step behind Sansa, but she was not there at the moment. Agreeing with his head, he followed her.
"I have the impression that you were not happy with the decision I made about our visitors."
"What I think does not matter."
"It matters to me."
Not knowing how to answer, Sandor remained silent.
"It was not an impulsive decision." She said after a moment. "I considered all the possibilities before inviting them to join us.
He stopped short.
"All possibilities? Cersei's army might be getting a raven with all yours brother's plans. Did you consider that?"
"That will not happen, but yes, I did consider that possibility."
"And?"
"I thought it was worth the risk." He stared at her in astonishment. "You and my brothers did a good job convincing me that if the war in the north is lost, what comes from the south will not make any difference."
No answer from him, Sansa walked again, forcing him to follow her. As soon as she opened the door, he turned his back to leave, but was interrupted by an unusual request.
"Could you do some company for me?"
"You have Brienne for that."
"Not today." Before he asked her what she meant, she added, "I have some wine."
"It's always the same shit, why?"
"Because it usually works." She answered with a smile and left the door open as she went to the fireplace.
"That sweet crap you drink cannot be called wine."
"I do not drink because the taste."
"You just want to get drunk?" That was unusual for women.
"Most of the time I just want to forget." She spoke over her shoulder, looking at him. - "Or sleep." She sighed. "Knowing that Brienne was in the next room calmed me down at bedtime, but that did not stop me from waking up terrified in the middle of the night and almost scared her to death. I had Sweet Sleep a few times, but it always got me distracted the other day, so I changed it for wine." Sansa stared at him for a moment, and then frowned. "You know how a conversation works, do not you?" One person talks, then another do, it's your turn now."
"I do not want to talk."
"What do you want to do then?" She asked coming toward him, her eyes glittering like those of a wolf preparing for the attack.
"What the hell are you thinking?"
"I told you, I want your company, Sandor."
Seeing her undo one of the bodice knot of her dress, Sandor got exasperated.
"Is this a joke to you?"
"Why would it be? I see the way you look at me, the way you choked when I showed my body, I know it was not just because of my scars." Sansa undid another knot. "I remember how you looked at me in Kings Landing, at the time I did not understand, but now I recognize the desire when I see it, and it shines in your eyes whenever you sees me." Another knot was undone. "I feel disgusted every time I see this look on other men, but not on you, it makes me wonder what it would be like to have sex with a man of my own free will." The dress fell to the floor.
"And would I be that man?" He asked sarcastically, though he felt his cock come alive just to see her in her underwear.
"Perhaps." She took another step toward him. "I was stupid for fearing you when I was a child, and I've asked myself over and over again what it would have been if I have left Kings Landing with you. Unfortunately, this is something we will never know."
She tryed to touch him, on the marked side of his face, but he caught her by the wrist, interrupting her halfway.
"I'm not your whore."
Sansa leaned against him and met his eyes.
"I do not remember offering money."
Angrily, Sandor dropped her arm and stepped out of her room, stepping hard. Who did she think she was to manipulate him that way? Seeing everything red and feeling uncomfortable in the middle of his legs, he left the castle - maybe the cold helped him to get his thoughts in order faster, but he doubted it was enough to placate his desire.