Chapter 13.
Several days later, Sansa was healing and moving better. Cercei had given in and allowed Tyrion to move Shalene's handmaid, Shae into the chambers between Sansa and Shalene, so she could be there for both. She had continued to allow Sansa leave from Court, much to Joffery's chagrin but Joff did nothing. Tyrion wasn't sure if it was due to the raven received from their father about what had happened, The Small Council had notified him, thanks to Varys. Or if she was just afraid that somehow, Joffery might end up allowing Sansa to be beat to death. He didn't care, as long as it worked in Sansa's favor. In addition, The Hound had been "given" to Sansa as a personal guard. Again, Cercei. She at least knew that with him around, no one would approach her. Sansa was never alone. When Sandor had duties elsewhere, Bronn was there. When she walked The Keep, gardens or God's Wood or made visits to the Sept, one of them were with her.
Shalene sent Shae to tell Sandor that this night was when he was needed. He knew his part, as much as he wanted to be the one who destroyed Trant, he understood why it would be this way and that he would at least have the satisfaction of being there, watching the light leave his eyes. He has always wondered what a man sees when he dies, when he knows that the Stranger has arrived to drag him down to the Seven Hells. He had watched so many, he had even asked a few what they saw but none had answered him. He wouldn't ask tonight, he just wanted to watch.
Sandor and Ser Meryn were in the barracks dining hall, drinking and gambling, along with all the men who were there, off duty from the Gold Cloaks and City Watch when Sandor started telling Ser Meryn about the dancers that he had seen and how easy it would be to buy one of them, he soon had him talked into visiting Chatalaya's with him. As they were walking over the bridge that spanned over the inner Keep, Shalene was walking towards them. Sandor elbowed Ser Meryn and pointed to Shalene and mumbled," Looks like that Dornish wench is alone tonight. You know what is said about women from Dorne, don't you? They can fuck all night, looks like she needs some company being out here at night, alone." He starts toward her and Ser Meryn grabs his arm, Sandor looks down at him with those lethal grey eyes, Meryn doesn't see it though, he's had too much wine and The Hound's stories that he's listened to all night has his mind on cunt, not his actions or safety. He says," Back off, Dog! Looks like the Lady needs a Knight, not some low-bred Lannister servant." Sandor grinds his teeth together, taxed to the edge of his patience, he steps back and takes a long drink from the wine-skin he's been carrying and watches as Shalene saunters up to them. She has a goblet of wine in her hand and as she stops in front of the men, she looks each of them over as if she's trying to decide which meal to have first. She looks at Sandor briefly and greets him," Hound." He slightly inclines his head and smirks,"Sand Bitch." She then turns her attention to Ser Meryn. She moves up close to him and puts her hand on his chest letting it trail down to his soft, chubby abdomen. She hides her revulsion well. She says," I was beginning to think that I would never find out what a real Knight is made of. In Dorne, it's not the custom to become a Knight. And here I am, touching a REAL Knight. Tell me, Ser Meryn, are real Knights better at fucking than men who are not?" She glances at Sandor then back at Meryn, causing the latter to laugh and look at Sandor gloating. Sandor growls in disgust and Meryn, in his drunken haze, thinks it's because Shalene has just implied that the Hound can't fuck. Meryn reaches out and pulls Shalene to him and says," I don't know about other Knights but I can fuck you all night and when I'm done, you'll never want another in your bed." Shalene laughs seductively and with her free hand, traces Meryn's cock through his breeches. Sandor is seething. He knows how this is to go but That Toad is touching his woman. Talking to her like she's a whore. He shifts his weight and sees Shalene unlacing Meryn's breeches, he has to look away, he doesn't want to see her touch that pile of shit, not with those same hands that touch him, hold him, bring him so much pleasure! He takes another long drink of wine and growls," You lovebirds don't mind me, I'm just gonna have me a good long piss, that should be enough time for you, Trant!" He moves to the low wall of the walkway, removes his cock and starts to piss. He watches Shalene from the corner of his eye dip her finger into her goblet and trace the wine on Trant's lower lip, set the goblet down and grasp Meryn's cock, lean into him, rubbing her tits on Meryn's chest and whisper, "Do you want to taste me?" Meryn licks the wine off his lip and nods. Shalene strokes his cock a couple of times then Meryn's eyes fly open. He is having a hard time breathing. Sandor looks around and they are still alone, he's finished his piss and steps next to Meryn and watches him as he is gasping for breath. Meryn tries to grab Shalene but Sandor knocks his hands away and hooks his foot behind Meryn's knee, before he flips him over the wall he leans in and says, The Lady Sansa sends her regards." And with a swift kick, Meryn is flipped over the wall. Sandor and Shalene lean out and watch him hit the paved yard twenty feet below. He lands right where Sandor has just pissed, they watch as Meryn's blood spreads darkly around him, skull smashed and his stumpy cock still out. Shalene takes the goblet and pours the wine over him. Sandor drops his wineskin by the wall and turns to Shalene," My Desert Flower, might I escort you to your Chambers?" Shalene tucks her hand into Sandor's offered arm and they walk towards The Red Keep. Sandor mumbles, " Remind me not to piss you off. Maybe I need to have Lucian taste everything before I eat or drink it." Shalene laughs and teasingly says," Does that mean that Lucian will be tasting ME each time before you'll have me?" Sandor shakes his head and says," Not a fucking chance. I guess I'll have to hope I keep you satisfied." And leans down and kisses her possessively.