The Hounds Flower {Sandor Clegane}

Chapter 10

Zyta listened to Mary and got in the bath. She let Mary wash her hair. After that she told Mary to get what she was wearing ready while she cleaned herself.

Within the hour Zyta was dressed and walked down to breakfast. When she got down there, her siblings and parents were already eating, along with her Uncles on both sides of her family and her mothers father. She looked around and saw Sandor standing ten feet behind her brother. Zyta saw an open seat next to Joffery and walked over to it.

"So nice of you to finally join us, sister." Joffery stated as Zyta sat down.

Zyta rolled her eyes and put some food on her plate, "I'm terribly sorry that I'm late but I had things to do at dawn."

"Like what?" Robert Baratheon asked. He knew his daughter was lying but it amused him so he went along with it.

"I had an appointment with sleep. It's very beautiful and the people in my dreams were lovely." Zyta replied to her father. He's smile was almost was big as his belly, but Zyta's mothers was not.

"That's not how a young lady should talk. We should start lessons again, they'll teach you how to behave like a proper lady. What you did last night was an embarrassment for our family." Cersei Lannister told her daughter.

Zyta once again rolled her eyes and ate her food smiling.

Sandor looked at Zyta after everything calmed down. He noticed that she was wearing a light blue dress that flowed out at the bottom. It still was tight enough to show her curves but still classy. Her hair was pulled up in a high bun on top of her head with a gold head band going around it. Sandor thought she looked very beautiful.

Hours passed of the Lannister and the Baratheon family arguing and agreeing on terms when it was time for the tournament to start. It was walking distance and Cersei insisted that the family walked, while the King in the front with his first born talked.

"Your mother was right, you can not be running out like that. It makes us look bad." Robert said to his daughter. They were ahead of everybody by a descent amount of distance.

"When did you start caring what mother thinks?" Zyta asked.

Robert laughed and pulled the small girl into him. "Good point." The rest of the journey was filled with catching up about Zyta's schooling and personal life. When they reached the stands of the tournament Zyta sat down next to her youngest brother, her chair turned so she can watch the fighting and she can see Sandor.

As the tournament went on the border Zyta got. She would look at Sandor and he would look back, blankness showed on his face. She looked to her mother and saw her watch her brother Jaime, with great interest. Zyta watched as her father yelled for the people to hurt each other more. Zyta turned to the crowd and saw the King's Council and her fathers and mothers families cheering people on.

Zyta started to feel herself fall asleep and decided that it was time to ask her father to go back up to the castle.

"Father, my I go?" Zyta asked. She was closed enough to where he could hear her without her getting up.

"Why?"

"I find this a little boring. If I can't go, can I at least walk around?"

"Hound!" Robert called. Sandor walked over to the king and listened. "Take Zyta up to the castle, make sure she gets to her chambers safely or I'll have you killed."

Sandor nodded his head and looked down at Zyta. Zyta smiled and started walking back to the castle. "I'm sorry to take you away from the fun but I'm falling asleep over there."

"It's fine Little Flower. Not enough blood for me anyway." Sandor replied.

Zyta shook her head in a joking manner and stopped walking. "I'm so tired, can you carry me?"

"Are you serous?" Sandor asked.

"Of course I am! Please! You've done it before."

"Fine." Sandor walked forward and picked Zyta up, scooping her up and caring her under her knees with one arm and his other arm resting in the middle of her back. He was carrying Zyta bridal style and the thought went through his head if this is how he would be carrying her if they got married. But as soon as the thought went through his head, it was gone.

Zyta laid her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes, taking in his scent. It was a mix of leather and oil. She could smell herself on his leather already, she started smiling more.

"What the fuck are you smiling at girl?"

"Nothing love."

"Don't call me that again."

"I don't think I am."

Sandor rolled his eyes and let a small smile form on his lips. He carried her up to her chambers and laid her on her bed. "I need to get back."

"You can always stay here and kiss me." Zyta answered fast. Sandor looked down at her and then out her window where tournament was taking place and repeated those two actions for a minute. Then he thought the worse that can happen is his head on a stick.

"Move over than, Little Flower."