Multifandom Imagines

S A N D O R // C L E G A N E

"Of course, your highness".

With that, she was gone. 

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Sandor hadn't seen you in months. And he grew more worried with each day, he did in fact hear that you were sick from the measter and that you needed to be isolated. The fear of being without you was always at the back of his mind, gnawing at his prominent thoughts. You were his little bird, so pure and beautiful. Especially, with your long, (H/C) hair and
(E/C), doe eyes.

At one point, he believed you had caught grayscale. However, from accompanying Joffrey everywhere he went, he semi-personally heard it was not what he thought.

"You sister has made a mistake, gotten herself pregnant. By who? I don't even want to know".

On the outside, You may think The Hound didn't care in the slightest. But inside, he was scared shitless. He knew, when he returned to Kingslanding, he would have to watch his son or daughter grow up. And of course, he would just be a dog, watching from the sidelines as you were married off and his child was hidden away.

Once he was able to, he stormed to your chambers with anger boiling in his stomach. You had a chance to tell him, right when you said goodbye. However, you didn't, you knew it would seem suspicious and your mother would definitely catch on to it.

Soon enough, he was at your door as you sat at the window, your salmon coloured dress danced lightly as the cool wind entered though the opening. And in that moment, he realised he missed you more than anything else.

He pictured you smiling, your eyes soft when you turned in his direction. But, it was quite different. When he was captured in your sights, he could only see shock... Then disgust. Of course it was fake, you just couldn't handle the fact that you had hurt him. Even if Sandor didn't know it yet, you had hurt him deeper than any wound. While he looked on at you, you could feel his whole body tense.

Where were they? He thought.

"(Y/N)?" He said, making your name sound like it had a new meaning, it was beautiful. But, the guilt was eating away at your mind. Even if it was slight, you had lost weight and was constantly plagued with fatigue.

"(Y/N), what's wrong? Where are they?" he continued once he was before you. That's when he attempted to cup your face and despite your pain, you slapped his hands away as you stood.

"I... I don't want this" you managed to say.

"What do you mean? Where are they (Y/N)?",

"I can't stand this... I don't l-love you anymore" you stumbled out while fighting the lump in your throat, the pain in your chest.

"What do you fucking mean you don't love me? Has that fat cunt of a King done something?" he proceeded to ask, his voice rough and full of anger.

"No- yes- I mean... I'm (Y/N) Baratheon, princess of the seven kingdoms and you're-",

"The Hound, a filthy dog who was just a little play thing" he spat.

"No!",

"Then what? Little, princess (Y/N) wanted a forbidden love-",

"No-",

"Wanted to fuck but no pretty lord could satisfy ya?-",

"Sandor please-" suddenly, his hands were around your neck, pulling your bare feet from the floor. While you clawed at his gloved hands, The Hound fixed his expression into a malicious scowl.

With each second air tightly entered your lungs, causing you to wheeze with each breath as you begged him to stop. And when he finally did, he dropped you to the floor like a rag doll before storming out, away from you.

With hearty coughs and deep breaths, at last, tears spilled from your ears and stained your reddened cheeks.
Splashes of salt hit your tongue and thoughts stabbed your head as you heaved, you chest rising and falling rapidly, right until your mother barrelled into your room and held you. Cersei had seen The Hound leave your room, and never would she be able to forget your sobs and choked cries.

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You sat beside your mother while Lords and Ladies introduced themselves, through dance, probably through conversation or the odd look between one another. That is what you were doing. Now and again, your (E/C) orbs came into contact with Sandor Clegane. He was with your younger brother Joffrey, following behind him like everybody thought he was, a loyal dog.

Later that night, as you stood amongst the flickering, candle light of Kingslanding, away from the party. Did he approach you once again. You both looked upon the city, you didn't look at one another, you just indulged in his presence.

"A woman came to me last night" he spoke.

"Well, it's nice to know you're moving on" you smiled falsely before turning away. At that, he spoke the only name you didn't dare to repeat.

"- Miana... She has something of ours".

"Sandor... You should know by now, that a princess isn't ours if she isn't her own-" you said with a sad curl of your lips. "- but, I'm glad I created something beautiful with you".

"Me too, my little bird... Me too".