Sansa
She had no idea why she was opening up to this man…well, actually she did. He was the only one that had ever stuck up for her around Joffrey, had ever tried to warn her or give her advice. It made sense that she could talk to him about this. He knew what Joffrey was like: abusive and cruel. Everyone else pretended to not see what was happening, except for Arya; she had hated Joffrey almost immediately, and it had caused a serious rift in their relationship as sisters, even when Sansa could finally admit to herself that Joffrey was not only aterrible boyfriend, he was a terrible person as well. Her parents looked worried at times, but neither would say anything. Sansa had felt trapped, which why she had eagerly accepted a transfer to a college far away, back North, where her family used to live.
Sansa knew that Joffrey had been cheating on her. She had seen texts from other girls, and more than once Joffrey had called while he was drunk, saying he was out partying with girls and that she was missing out. In the morning, or the next day, he would text or call and pretend nothing had happened, and so did she. What good would it do to bring it up to him, anyways?
Living at a university, away from family and the few friends she had made in Kings Landing, Sansa had felt her head begin to clear. She noticed how her roommates and the other girls on her hall had great relationships with their boyfriends, and it made her feel wistful more than jealous. Why couldn't she find someone to be with like that? Why did her boyfriend have to be a total jerk? She made friends with some guys in her classes, but even though most them had shown interest in her, she had remained faithful to Joffrey. She would not stoop to his level. Besides, Sansa had begun to lose interest in these boys. Ones that she would have thought handsome and charming now seemed too young, too brash, too full of themselves. Sansa wanted someone older more mature…though she wouldn't able to have that unless she broke up with Joffrey. A foreboding task.
It was something she had been contemplating the past few weeks, amidst studying for finals. She could use the excuse of distance, though that wasn't really the problem. The scary part was actually telling him, and not knowing how he'd react. Sansa was fearful of his anger, having been on the receding end of it many times before. Perhaps she could find a public spot to break up with him?
Playing with a loose thread on her sweater, Sansa glanced back at Sandor, who had let his gaze drift to the seat in front of him. He looked very much the same as she had last seen him months ago: same dark hair that looked like he ran his hand through it instead of a comb, same dark, brooding eyes that always seemed to know exactly what she was thinking, same clenched jaw with scattered stubble…same scars. Sansa realized how foolish she had been, to be afraid of his scars. Sure they weren't pleasant to look at even now, but they weren't unbearable, and the other side of his face was comely, in a rugged, harsh kind of way.
His head swiveled towards her. "See something you like?" he teased. She blushed and her face grew hot. "I was just…seeing if you've changed," she stammered, trying to ignore the strange fluttering in her chest as he leaned towards her. "You said already that I haven't changed," he smirked. Sansa squirmed in her seat. Sandor Clegane had always made her nervous and unsure of herself, but she had thought that being away for a while would have changed that. Apparently not.
Unable to think of an answer, she shrugged, giving him a nervous giggle and hoping he would drop the subject. It seemed to work, and he leaned back, though the smirk still pulled at his mouth. Sansa smiled in relief, and took another sip from her soda. The seat-belt light went off, and a flight attendant announced that they were now free to use electronics. Sansa pulled her iPhone out and typed her mother a quick text, telling her she was in the air and should be landing in a few hours. Out of the corner of her eye she saw that Sandor had also pulled his phone out, swiping his thumb up and down as he read the screen. An idea popped into her head. "Hey, let me have your number," she said. Sandor's eyes snapped up to her in surprise. "Why?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Sansa mentally kicked herself. "Well…I like to have my friends' numbers," she began slowly, wishing he would just agree and move on. "We are friends, aren't we?" she finished timidly. Sandor regarded her for a moment, a curious expression on his face, before he allowed a faint grin. "Sure, little bird, we're friends." He told her his number and she sent him a text so that he would have hers.
Feeling triumphant, she settled back in her seat, smiling. "What?" Sandor asked. "I'm looking through my music so I can set a ring tone for you," she answered. She knew she was being a bit flirty, but she didn't care. She was going home for Christmas break, she was finally going to be free from Joffrey, and she felt like relaxing and having fun. Besides, Sandor had flirted with her earlier. Two can play that game, she thought.
A/N: In case anyone hasn't noticed, I plan on keeping these chapters mostly short and sweet. They may get longer as the story goes on, but it's just easier right now, with the larger fics I'm working on. Hope you enjoyed a little of Sansa's POV!