Sandor's Desert Flower

by rodonna.davlin

Sandor is used to certain things in his life. He finds is loyalty wavering and his need to protect the Little Bird is growing. Changes happen and new interests enter his life taking him and his Little Bird in a direction neither of them ever dreamed. Will he hold onto the hate, rage and bitter doubts that have ruled his life or will he walk a new, unknown path. Sandor\OFC **HIATUS

5. Chapter 5

Chapter 5.

Sansa is in her rooms, nothing is keeping her occupied. She is curious about the new ward. She doesn't know who she is but she is a Lady. Like her, even if she is from Dorne. She knows of the Martells, of course, but she has never met any of them. She had been in Court when she arrived, trying to not draw Joffery's attention. Part of her was secretly glad when Joff had shown interest in Lady Shalene, at least he wasn't focused on her then. She immediately felt guilty because this poor girl knew nothing about the cruelty Joffery could met out. She just didn't know. Lady Shalene was beautiful. So small and petite. She wondered how old she is, what her interests are. And that dress! If you could call it that! It was scandalous! She would never be able to wear something like that, nor would she try. She wonders if all women in Dorne dress like that. She thought about Lady Shalene's skin, the color was dark, her eyes were so black, and her hair was so curly and long! Sansa loves her own hair, the auburn color, the way it shines in the sun, Sansa knows she is pretty, but she doesn't look at herself as beautiful. Everyone tells her how much she looks like her mother, it always made her smile. Maybe it would be alright to have someone close to her own age to talk to. She has been so lonely since Myrcella had left. She thinks again about Joff. It makes her feel scared as she doesn't want Lady Shalene to see her demeaned by Joffery, but she knows she can't stop it. She just wants to hide away and hope everyone forgets about her but she knows Joff would only send Ser Meryn or Ser Boras after her and they would hurt her. It would be alright if he sent The Hound. He had never been mean to her. He was rude and said hateful things, but he had never hit her. The Hound. Somehow he was always there. If only he didn't have that scar. She knows she shouldn't judge him for something that was of no fault of his own. And why is she thinking about him? He is low-born, not even a Knight or a Lord. She thinks back on Court today and tries to remember it all. It was a surprise to see Lady Shalene when she removed her cloak and veil. She had expected, she didn't know what she expected. Surely not the small, beautiful, raven haired woman who was hidden beneath the cloak. She didn't seem to be afraid of Joff but then why would she? And she had seen her boldly stare back at The Hound. She hadn't seen anyone but Joff do that. As she thinks about it, she feels like there was more to the way Lady Shalene looked at him but she can't figure out what it is. The Hound didn't seem to be offended by it. Hadn't he openly looked at Lady Shalene's body? How dare he! He shouldn't do that. But she didn't seem to mind. Sansa begins to feel something she can't quite place, she can't understand why it matters to her how The Hound looks at someone but for some reason it does. Not being able to figure it out and being bored with everything, she decides to go to bed. A new day might bring the answers for her.