Running Through The Woods - Sandor Clegane

Chapter 8

Since the death of Eddard Stark, the days were gloomy, cold, and depressing. Arya was still missing and Sansa... Well, she was getting by.

"And there he is." Joffrey smiled at Sansa, on one of the spikes behind him was the late Lord Stark's decapitated head, and next to him Septa Mordane. The row of spikes was full of Stark guard's heads. "Soon I will have your brother Robb's head in my collection." He laughed, proudly staring at his artwork.

Sansa clenched her jaw, her knuckles turned white as she slowly walked toward him. The Hound pulled her back and wiped dried blood off her bottom lip.

Tyrion Lannister arrived at King's Landing with Bronn his sellsword. The Imp became the new Hand of the King, Cersei dismayed it, and Joffrey ordered his knights to slaughter all the bastard sons the late King Robert has fathered.

"Y/n Rofle it is good to see you again. I just hoped it could have been under different circumstances." Tyrion said with a sweet smile, looking up at me but my face could not match his. He appointed a new handmaiden for Sansa, he induce her as Shae, but something did not sit right with me about her and Tyrion.

Bronn observed me, silently behind Tyrion as the little man tried to apologize for his nephew's bad decision. They left us with Shae. Sansa sat at her dresser, staring at Shae through the mirror. A knock was heard and a Lannister knight come waltzing in, ordering us to accompany him to the Great Hall through Joffrey's invitation.

The Great Hall was packed with members of the court, white cloaks, Sandor, Cersei, and Joffrey. "Lady Sansa and the Bitch, it is a pleasure for us to have your company." He sat on the throne, smiling slyly at us, I moved closer to Sansa when I saw her shake with fear.

"Your brother has won yet another battle. Have you been in contact with him!?" He yelled. Sansa shook her head pleading with him that she hasn't. And of course, the little incest bastard did not believe her. I moved my hand towards the hilt of my sword but found nothing. I remember King Joffrey took away my sword and any other weapon I brought with me.

"Ser Meryn Trant teach her a lesson of lying to her king." The man Joffrey ordered strolled towards her and slapped her across the face. Tears fell from her eyes, the salty water stinging her busted lip. Before he could go any further, I stepped in.

"Rofle you can not fight him without your weapons," Joffrey said watching me as I stood in front of his betrothed. "As you wish, Meryn Trant, kill her." As the man unsheathed his sword, I stared at his face, something was familiar, but I could not pinpoint it.

Cersei spoke up, telling her son to spare my life as I still benefit them. "I saw the way Robb Stark look at her when we arrived in Winterfell and at the feast. Robb Stark is in love with her." The court members gasped and started whispering to themselves. My eyes moved from Cersei to Joffrey and landed on Sandor.

He fucking told her! After we made a deal!

"This is quite delightful, I must say. Trant rip her clothes off. A woman should not dress like a man only in pretty dresses. Guard! Tell the maids that Y/n Rofle will not under any circumstances wear pants, only dresses as a woman should. And if you don't, the maid that should have made sure of it will be killed brutally." He smirked.

"And to make sure you know your place and do not try to escape." He grinned. "Kill her horse!" He laughed as I screamed in pain. "NO! Rain did nothing wrong!" Tears filled my eyes, but I could not let them fall in front of him.

Meryn Trant kicked my knee, forcing me to kneel before him, and punched me in the jaw. He towered over me, his brown eyes made me realize who he was to me.

No! It can not be! Maybe he won't remember me.

He grabbed my shirt, pulling the fabric in opposite directions and cutting the corset, watching it fall to the ground. The white shirt covered my breasts, but barely. If I move my arms everyone will see them in all of their glory.