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Margaery would not allow her to leave any of the details out, and Sansa, happily and with a strong feeling of excitement, told her friend everything. As she shared her memories with the Tyrell girl, they all came back to her mind. She vividly remembered what it felt like to wrap her arms around him, to kiss his cheek.

"You go, girl!" Margaery exclaimed when they got to the kissing part of the story.

Sansa blushed. "You don't think that maybe it was...too much?"

Margaery raised an eyebrow. "Too much? Are you kidding? I don't think I've ever ended a first date with just a kiss on the cheek. Either it's a complete failure and nothing happens, or there's at least a kiss on the mouth...Honestly, I'm surprised."

"Surprised?" Sansa was most definitely not easy and slutty, and her friend knew that very well; so why should she be surprised?

"Well, yeah. I mean, when you see the Hound, you expect him to take women to trashy places - if he bothers to go out on a date with them in the first place - then fuck their brains out and end of story."

Sansa bit her lip. She supposed that she must be getting reddish on the face again, but this time there was a different reason behind it. "Don't judge a book by its cover," she said coldly.

Margaery raised her arms in surrender. "Hey, I'm not accusing him of anything. I'm just saying that he looks tough, like a bad boy, but with you he was nervous and nice."

Sansa worried her lower lip with her teeth again. Truth be told, Sansa wouldn't strike you as the sort of man who would be chaste and all knightly on the first date, and although she didn't want to think of him like that, he did seem to be the kind of guy who looked for just sex, no strings attached.

"Anyway," she began in an attempt to shake this sort of thoughts off, "he told me that I should drop by the club again."

"And you will," Margaery said immediately. "Just not too soon. You don't want to come out as desperate. We should go in a couple of days, I think."

"We?"

"Well, yes. I'm not going to let you go alone - but I will give you two privacy, don't worry. Plus, Loras told me that he's gonna go soon, so we can go with him."

Loras. Sansa would have been so excited a few days past. She would already be thinking what to wear, mentally rejecting one outfit after the other. Now she merely nodded, with a small smile painted on her beautiful face. Actually, she was thinking about what to wear on their outing, but not because she wanted to impress Loras. it was because she wanted to look good for Sandor.

Up until recently, Sansa's heart would skip a beat at the lightest touch of Margaery's brother. Now, she was glad that her handsome friend would be with them - but that was it. Now, it was Sandor she was looking forward to seeing. She felt as though her crush on Loras had happened centuries ago.

For some reason, Margaery looked happy at Sansa's reaction. Whenever the redhead got excited about seeing Loras, Margaery's smile held a hint of sadness. Not anymore, though. Sansa wondered what that might mean, but she didn't puzzle over it for long. Maybe her friend hadn't been in a very god mood those past times. Maybe.

Sansa was walking confidently, sandwiched between Margaery and Loras. She could smell their perfumes, different yet harmonious, overwhelming but mostly intoxicating. Margaery's locks brushed her bare arm as they walked, and Loras's curls tickled her cheek when a soft breeze guided them to her face.

And then she saw him. Tall, muscular, brooding. Black hair and black clothes. Hard face and steel eyes.

"Here's your Prince Charming, little one," Loras whispered in Sansa's ear and nudged her on the elbow.

Sansa giggled. Margaery wasn't the only one who knew anymore; her brother knew as well, and Sansa herself had told him. It had been so liberating to tell her ex crush about her new crush (if she could call the Hound that). Loras had looked genuinely happy for her.

And then he had dropped the bomb.

"Sansa, it really moves me that you trust me enough to share this with me. It's only fair that I share my secret with you...I'm gay."

Sansa had been so surprised that she hadn't said a word.

"My family...I know that they'll never accept me for who I am, so I've kept it a secret. I've only told Marg because I knew she'd understand. And I was right. She told me that she loves me just the way I am and that she'll keep my secret...When she realised that you were interested in me, she wanted to tell you but she couldn't because of her promise to me. She had to choose between her brother and her best friend. I thought about telling you myself, but I didn't know how you'd react. I still don't."

She had looked at him for a while without speaking. The man she had once dreamed of marrying was a homosexual? She didn't know how she should feel. Was she stupid for not having understood something? She hoped that her friends hadn't laughed at her for it. Loras had just said that they had wanted to tell her in order to prevent her from getting her heart broken.

And then she remembered Renly. Loras had appeared to be really close to that man who made him smile and laugh. Loras was her friend, she wanted him to be happy; and he seemed to be just that with Renly.

So now, Sansa was with the Tyrell siblings, smiling and laughing with them. After the revelations and the acceptance from all sides, it felt like their bond had become stronger. There were no secrets separating them. Now they could be truly happy with each other and for each other.

When Sandor opened the door of King's Landing for them, she smiled sweetly at him. His eyes focused on her only, but they were hard. Sansa felt a shiver run through her spine, but she tried to convince herself that it was nothing. Maybe he had thought that her friends didn't know about him and so had decided to show no warmth to her. The Tyrells didn't say a thing about it.

Everything would be clear when she saw him on his break.

She paid attention to her friends, but she also kept looking around for Sandor. She had to see him. Not only because she had missed him, but also because she had this terrible feeling that there was something wrong.

And then she spotted him. He discreetly gestured to her to follow him and, after explaining herself to the Tyrells, she did. She got out of the back door and there he was, the only person in the dark street.

She was so inexperienced in relationships that she didn't quite know what to do. She wanted to run in his embrace and feel his strong arms around her. However, she wasn't certain whether that was appropriate.

He got her out of her dilemma with his words.

"Don't ever come here again."

She blinked. His tone was harsh, his words unexplained and hurtful. "What? Why?" Her tone was almost shrill.

"You come here with that pretty boy whispering in your ear. You giggle right in front of me. What do you think I am, blind?"

His rasping voice made her take a step back. Her body was touching the wall now and his tone and eyes scared her, but she would stand her ground. "Sandor, you don't understand," she said.

"So I'm stupid as well as blind!"

"That's not what I said -" she started desperately. Why couldn't he understand? Why did he have to misinterpret everything? Why couldn't things be nice and pretty like they were in the songs?

He rushed to her, almost like a predator attacking his prey. He placed his hands on the wall, next to her head, and leaned in to her. She could see his scars perfectly, but that was not what scared her. His grey eyes, full of hate and anger, were terrible to behold.

That's just your type, isn't it?" His voice was lower, just above a whisper, and dangerous. "Boys like him make your cunt all soaking wet."

"Please, Loras is..." She stopped herself short right before telling him Loras's secret; she could not betray him like that. "Loras is just a friend."

"And what am I? A bet? A dare from your slutty friend?"

Sansa was overwhelmed. She felt like she was drowning. She wanted to defend Margaery and explain how she felt about Loras without exposing his big secret. She wanted to make Sandor see the truth. She wanted him to understand what he meant for her.

All she managed to do was utter a weak, "Please..."

He looked at her like he loathed her. And then he looked at her like he wanted nothing more in the whole world than to hold her. Sansa looked at him, watching the transformation of his expression enthralled, until there was nothing but sadness on his face.

"I don't ever want to see you again." And with that, he got back into the club, leaving her all alone in the darkness.