Sansa
Sansa had been lying in her bed trying to sleep when a heavy knock on the door startled her.
"Yes?" she responded with a tired voice.
"The king demands your presence in the throne room," the man behind the door yelled back.
As she pulled herself out of bed and threw a silk robe over her body she noticed the weak rays of sunlight that were beginning to bright her chamber. Joffrey must have woken specially early today, she thought. Suddenly remembering Robb and her mother she felt all the tiredness leave her and fear take its place. What if Lord Tywin had captured Robb or her mother?, surely joffrey would have been delighted to be the first one to break the news to her. But what if he had killed them?, what if… then she remembered Arya. She hadn't seen her sister since her father had been accused of treason. She had hoped and prayed that she had escaped the cloaks and somehow gotten herself out of kings landing. The queen refused to talk about her and Joffrey just ignored her questions but somehow she knew that she was safe, she felt it.
Her thoughts were interrupted with another heavy knock on the door.
"Lady Sansa? Are you there? The king requests your presence", said the now recognizable voice of Ser Dontos.
"Come in" said Sansa, trying to hide the fear from her voice.
The door sprung open making a heavy sound as it hit the wall, Sansa jumped startled by the sound. The Hound appeared in the entrance with Ser Dontos right behind.
"Go wake up her maids, the king wants her pretty," said the Hound. Ser Dontos muttered something that sounded like a curse but obeyed nonetheless.
The Hound stood in the entrance, his armor shining with every beam of light that touched it, his hair –or what was left of it– as dirty as ever covering his half burned face. He was drunk as usual, almost to drunk to stand up and the smell of wine, sex and death had started to fill up the room; he had been enjoying the pleasure of Littlefinger's newest acquisitions when the king had called on him as well.
She had gotten used to looking at his scarred face, she no longer feared him. He was the only member of the kingsguard that hadn't hit her, yet. Once, the king had ordered his dog to punish her for not calling him "His grace", but the hound had refused and walked away, as if he had been talking to the small folk. Joffrey simply turned over to Ser Meryn and ordered him to hit her instead, he knew better than to argue with the Hound.
"The king demands your presence in the throne room", repeated Sandor in and almost incomprehensible way. "Hurry up".
Sansa's worst fears came back to her, joffrey was summoning her to tell her that the rest of her family was dead, killed in battle or killed escaping kings landing. She felt all the blood rush to her head as she sat down in the corner of her bed.
Realizing what had happened Sandor walked clumsily towards the jar filled with wine that was sitting on the marble table and poured two cups.
"It's going to be okay little bird, your family is safe", the Hound said with a voice so soft that shocked even himself; he blamed the wine for it.
He walked towards her and awkwardly offered her the cup; she took it reluctantly in her soft hands and sniffed the dark liquid, causing her to feel drowsy. The Hound laughed loudly at the look from her face, clearly nauseated from the smell of the wine.
"Drink it all, girl", said the Hound as he gulped down his wine.
Sansa took a sip from the cup; she could feel the warm liquid burning down her throat and couldn't help but cough heavily as it reached her belly. The hound laughed again as he took her cup from her and put it down on the table not before finishing it himself.
"Don't you think you've drank enough?" said Sansa as she rose from the bed, clearly annoyed by the Hound's laugh.
Sandor stopped laughing and raised his eyes to meet hers. His mouth had turned into a half grin as he approached her slowly until his face was only inches away from hers. She had never seen his scar up so close before, she was about to raise her hand and touch his burned face when he grabbed her by the wrists and shoved her against the wall.
"Careful, little bird, if you weren't about to see the king I would have already taken you in that bed"
"You wouldn't hurt me" she said, her voice trembling.
The hound said nothing but just stood there for what seemed like several minutes. His face so close to Sansa's she could smell the wine in his breath. For a moment she thought about how it would feel to kiss him, to touch him or even love him, she wondered if he loved anyone and if anyone loved him back, certainly not his brother. She knew little about the Hound and even less about Sandor.
Until finally he spoke, "No, little bird. I won't hurt you."
He pulled a chair from the corner of the room and sat down. "Unless you want to, little bird" letting out a hard laugh.
Sansa stood up, her body filled with rage. I'm not a little bird anymore, Joffrey made sure of that, she thought. She was becoming a wolf, and she would prove it to him, to everyone. She walked towards the jar filled with wine and started to drink directly from it, she thought it would give her courage instead it gave her nauseas. If my septa could see me now, she wouldn't recognize me. She could feel the wine numbing her senses and the fire in her throat fading; she drank until the jar was empty and turned around to see a wide-eyed, mouth-opened Sandor. He started laughing he realized what had just happened.
"What!" yelled a now very drunk Sansa.
He ignored her and kept laughing, her eyes were becoming watery with tears.
In a moment of anger she closed her eyes, grabbed the empty jar of wine and threw it as hard as she could to the wall behind the Hound, it wasn't until she opened her eyes again that she realized what she had done, she wasn't sure whether the jar had hit the wall or the Hound all she knew was that it laid broken on the ground in what looked like infinite pieces and Sandor was looking right into her eyes with fury? Pity? She couldn't tell, but there was something dark in them.
Sansa started backing away slowly trying to increase the distance between them and trying to reach the door that led to the other room of her chamber. Sandor stood up, pieces of the jar breaking as he moved forward stepping on them. He tried to grab Sansa by the arm but she managed to open the door and step into the other room, quickly closing it again and locking it. It won't matter, she thought, he'll just kick it open.
Some minutes passed and she figured he must have left the room since the door was still intact. Sansa tried to sit in the corner of her bathtub but miscalculated and landed flat on the floor. It was a mistake to drink that much wine, she thought; she blamed the hound for it.
She took the silk dress that Shae had hanged the day before; it was a gift from joffrey. The dress was a beautiful light grey, so light it appeared white sometimes and turned lilac under the sun. It had a delicate golden chain that fastened around her neck to support the weight of the dress. It wasn't close fitting but it still enhanced the slight curves on her innocent body. Not innocent for long, she thought. The queen had told her she would have her first bleeding any day now, this meant she could marry Joffrey and carry his sons, before she would have been delighted with the idea but now it meant she would have to stay a prisoner here forever.
"Hurry the FUCK UP!" growled the Hound from the other room.
He hasn't left. She didn't understand why the king had summoned her so early in the day, she did know she would surely get a few slaps but she was used to them by now. She put on the dress and opened the door as she quickly scanned the room for Sandor. She found him sitting in a chair, arms crossed and sleeping? She walked out of the room and into her bedchamber as silent as she could.
"What the hell took you so long, girl?" growled the hound as he opened his eyes and noticed the dress.
"Pretty feathers for a pretty bird" he murmured.
"You said I had to look pretty for the king," said Sansa, her cheeks blushing from the way Sandor was looking at her.
"Aye, you do. He's probably going to beat you bloody this time" he said, no sign of mocking or amusement on his tone.
"W-what do you mean? I haven't done anything" her voice braking as she spoke.
"It wasn't you little bird, it's the wolf king and that bastard brother of yours" said the Hound. He stood and started making way towards the water filled jar. He had drank to much wine, maybe water would help.
Robb and Jon? Robb she understood, he had ben proclaimed King in the North by his people and that made him a rebel but Jon? What does Jon have to do with this? As far as she knew he was a member of the Nights Watch and they took no sides on the conflicts of the realm.
"What about Jon? What has he done?" She asked, trying as hard as she could to hide the panic that was starting to fill her. The wine helped.
"Seven hells! Gods know what your bastard brother did, I don't give a shit, but the king is upset and if you make him wait any longer she will have that pretty head of yours on a spike before the day even starts" snapped the Hound, the words sounding harder and fiercer than he had wanted to.
"Don't call him a bastard!" Sansa growled back. That wine was definitely not a good idea. She had treated Jon differently in the past, often calling him his half-brother but now she didn't care, she just wanted things to be like they used to be.
"But he is a bastard isn't he? We seem to be having more of those by the day," he said, immediately realizing the wine had made him say more than he should have.
Was he talking about joffrey? Were the rumors true? Sansa was about to ask him when Ser Boros knocked on the doorframe, Shae and another maid she didn't recognized were behind him.
"What took you so fucking long?" the hound snapped at Ser Boros.
The maids entered the room as the Hound left not without first shooting a warning glance at Sansa that made her shiver.
Shae glanced at the pieces of broken jar on the floor and looked over at Sansa, worry in her eyes.
"Don't ask" said Sansa in a tired voice.
Shae nodded and grabbed a brush from the marble table. She started brushing her hair until it was smooth enough and shiny enough while the other maid scrubbed oils into her bare arms and neck. When they were done she stood up and examined herself in the mirror, she had to be pretty.
The dress was too revealing for her taste, she wasn't used to the dresses the women wore in kings landing. In the North the dresses were twice as thick and the sleeves were as long as the dress itself to keep the cold out, in kings landing the dresses were made from a fine silk, so fine that with the right amount of sunlight one could see right through, and they wore no sleeves. It made her feel uncomfortable and look like a whore, surely the reason why joffrey had given her the dress in the first place. The thought of him gave her nauseas or maybe it was the wine.
She opened the door and saw the Hound lying against the wall with the arms crossed, to her disappointment Ser Boros had left. He looked at her and for a moment she thought he saw a flicker of a smile on his lips but it faded away as quickly as it came.
She had given two steps when she tripped with her own feet and fell to the ground. The other maid left out a giggle but the dreadful looks Shae and the Hound shot her silenced her. They helped Sansa to her feet and Shae fixed and smoothed her dress.
"What did you gave her?" The exotic handmaiden yelled at Sandor and gave him a look filled with hate as she commanded the other maid to bring a glass of water from her chamber.
"Its not my fault the little bird wanted to play wolf and drank the whole jar of wine" he growled back.
Shae snatched the glass of water from the other maid so fast half of its contents spilled on the floor. "Here m'lady, drink, it will do you good"
Sansa drank the water, but she could still feel the nauseas forming in her belly.
"Call the Maester" Shae ordered the other maid.
"No, there's no time, she has left him waiting long enough" the hound answered instead.
"You can't expect her to go like this" Shae was looking at him as if he had gone insane, she could have slapped him right through the face but somehow managed to contain herself.
"He won't notice, he won't care, if he suspects or says anything just tell him she's sick, I'll stand by it and he'll believe it" and with that he put an arm beneath Sansa's legs and the other arm at her back lifting her carefully and started walking towards the throne room.
"Thank you" murmured Sansa and hid her face against his chest. Maybe it was the wine but her face had blushed prettily making the color in her eyes stand out.
AngelOfDeath6 - I finally realized how the review thing works... thanks for reading! hope you like the changes i made to the story :)