You had lived with the Clegane brothers for as long as you could remember. Their Father had fostered you and taken you in when your parents had died rather suddenly. You had only been three years old when you had first come to Clegane Hall, and you had been raised as well as would be possible by the family that inhabited the place. They attempted to make you into a respectable lady, and had, mostly, succeeded. You had always been much closer to the younger brother in childhood, Sandor was always much kinder than Gregor, who was far too focused on his training to be a knight to ever pay any attention to you.
You would play with wooden knights when you were children, and Sandor would humour your games, sometimes going to find the knights that belonged to Gregor in order to play with you. He had run off to grab Gregor's toys when he had burnt his face, though he would never tell you how it had happened. You remembered sobbing all night at the cries of pain he had been letting out when you had gone to visit him in his chambers, wanting to comfort him in any way you could.
It was the next day that Gregor had found you standing outside of Sandor's door, having been told you wouldn't be allowed to visit with him anymore.
"What are you sniffling about?" he had huffed, looking at your shaking form and the tears running down your face. You had simply shrugged at him, not wanting to talk about it with him, he was not the most sympathetic person you had met, and there was no way he would ever understand. "If you won't tell me what's wrong, then you could at least stop crying over him. It's annoying," he had grumbled when you didn't answer, walking away from you and not paying attention as you wiped at the tears, drying your face and silencing yourself.
*Time Skip*
After Sandor's accident, he had stopped spending as much time with you, and you had gone back to playing with the wooden knights on your own. You had begged Gregor to let you play with his toys, promising not to damage them and to treat them kindly. At first he had refused, but eventually you had convinced him, giving him a tight hug as a thank you, before running back to your place on the floor with your new toy in your hands. You didn't see Sandor glaring at you, at the way his brother had so easily given up the toy that he had attempted to kill his own blood for. He was angry, and, even if you didn't understand it then, he had a right to be.
Sure enough, you and Gregor had grown far closer than either of you could have imagined, and when you both came of age you had shared his bed for the first time. He'd been gentle with you, something you didn't know he was capable of, hidden away behind his rather brutal demeanour. You both knew nothing could ever come of your arrangement, his father would never allow you to marry, and so you kept it between the two of you.
*Time Skip*
A few years later, you had ended up losing the boys. They had both gone off to King's Landing, leaving you behind at Clegane Hall to help with keeping their house running. Their Father had grown old and needed assistance, and neither of them wanted to miss out, so you had remained behind to take their place, caring for their Father as if he were your own. You couldn't lie, you were bitter, you had always wanted to go to the Capital and now you were stuck here with no one to talk to other than a geriatric man who spent most of his time sleeping or complaining.
One evening, you were sitting silently at the dinner table, just you and Lord Clegane, avoiding eye contact and eating without saying a single word to one another. You had long known that Lord Clegane wasn't happy that you were the one caring for him rather than his own family, he had never been very good at hiding his distaste. He would snap at you, yell and even resulted to ignoring you for days on end, leaving you lonely and bored, rattling around the large home his family were gifted, unrecognised by anyone when you weren't of use to them.
As you were putting the final forkful of food into your mouth, the door was flung open, clattering against the wall loudly. You to jumped in your seat, and both you and Lord Clegane quickly turned to glare at the intruder. But your face softened, a smile coming to your lips as you recognised the older Clegane brother, who came storming over to the table, causing a smile to rise on the old man's face. "My boy, you're here," he uttered, reaching out his hand in greeting, only to receive a glare from his son.
"Your letter said that my father was dead," he growled at you and confusion over came you as you watched his face turn from confusion to anger.
"I haven't written to you or Sandor in well over a month, Gregor. And as you can see, your father is perfectly fine," you started, watching as his face softened slightly at your gentle way of speaking.
"I wrote to you, Gregor. It is your role to run this place when I'm gone, not this girl," he hissed. "She is nothing to do with this family, she doesn't belong here, and if I had it my way, she never would have come to start with. She made you all soft," he added as if you weren't even in the room.
Gregor slammed his fists down on the table, toppling the plates and jugs that sat in the centre and causing you to jump out of your skin. "Y/N is as much a part of this family as you are. She always has been," he growled at his father, his face reddening as his breathing picked up speed.
"Gregor," you uttered softly, placing your hand gently on his tensed arm. "It's okay," you added and you felt him relax under your touch.
"He shouldn't talk about you that way. It's not right," he growled, still glaring in his father's direction, until you pulled on the arm you were holding, making him turn to face you.
"It's okay," you repeated, watching as he looked over your face for any signs of a lie. "Believe me, I've known of your Father's hatred for quite some time. It no longer bothers me," you finished with a small chuckle and his face softened.
"You should come to King's Landing with me," he blurted out, leaving you in an awkward silence as you gaped at him.
"You must be joking, I can't leave," you sighed as you stood up, still having to crane your neck to look into his face. "What would your father do on his own?" you asked him.
"Fuck the old man. He can look after himself," he told you, a smile growing on his lips. "You would love the Capital," he added and all hopes of persuading yourself to stay disappeared as he bent down and his lips met yours passionately leaving you to sink into his arms.
You pulled away from him when you heard someone clear their throat, turning to see Sandor standing in the door way, his face stoney and his eyes fixed on the two of you.
"Sandor," you cried as you recognised the man standing before you. "I didn't know you were here," you added as you moved to greet him, only for him to take a step away, watching his brother over your shoulder. You quickly turned to look at Gregor who was glaring at his younger brother, leaving your stomach in knots. "If you two are going to spend the rest of your lives behaving like children, I doubt there is any reason in me coming to King's Landing," you huffed, walking from the room, and barging past Sandor on your way out.
*Time Skip*
You weren't alone for long before a knock came on your chamber doors. You opened them to find the two brothers looking ashamed at themselves and your face softened from it's previously angry appearance. "What do you want?" you asked them, still blocking them from entering your chambers.
"I want to apologise," Sandor spoke in his gruff voice and your eyes focused in on him. "I was rude and I'm sorry," he added and you nodded in response, before looking over at the older brother.
"And I'm sorry for attempting to control how you greet Sandor," Gregor huffed. "We've known for a while that we both care about you, Y/N, and I was worried that you cared about him too," he told you, watching as your brows pulled together.
"There is only one Clegane that I want to be with," you uttered, reaching forward to take Gregor's large hand in your smaller one. "I'm sorry if that makes this uncomfortable for you, Sandor."
Sandor was nodding when Gregor caught your attention, getting to his knees, still almost as tall as you were standing. "Marry me," he started and your eyes went wide as you looked back up, noticing how Sandor's head was bent, staring at the ground. He didn't seem to be angry, more saddened by the act of affection taking place in front of him.
"Gregor," you warned, turning back to him and taking his face in your hands. "I love you, but-" you were about to tell him how unfair he was being, when Sandor interrupted.
"Say yes, Y/N/," Sandor started, finally glancing back up at you. "You love him and he loves you, so marry him," he added, his face holding a small smile and you nodded before turning back to Gregor.
"Yes, I'll marry you," you told him and a giant smile came onto his face as he pulled you close by your waist, putting you slightly off balance but holding you up whilst his brother quickly left the room.
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