Untitled, Sansa/Sandor
Title: Untitled
Genre: ASoIaF
Main Pair/Char: Sansa/Sandor
Beta'd: Nope, so please point out mistakes.
Rating: PG
Length: 784 words
Posted at: sansaxsandor
Author's Note: This is downright bribery for redcandle17 to write LJS fanfic. An AU where Sansa is Queen and Sandor is Kingsguard. Title suggestions would be sweet.
The Hound entered the room silently and remained that way while Sansa worked on her needlepoint with her ladies. She didn’t know he was there until the fluttering of the other women had her looking up from her work. He stood in the corner closest to the door, filling the space with foul mood and shadows.
She dismissed her ladies, to their great relief and curiosity, and waited until they were all gone before speaking.
“Ser Sandor, thank you for coming,” she greeted politely.
He remained silent, though she thought she saw a quirk of his lips on his good side.
Nervousness filled up inside of her for the first time in years. She had mastered the Game so far and she had grown a long way from the naïve girl she had once been. Yet he still had the power to make her feel just as lost as when her father was killed.
Standing, she forced her hands to unclench her needlepoint and slowly walked to stand before him. She had grown over a head taller since when she first met him but he still towered over her, making her feel small.
“What did you want?” he ordered gruffly, glowering down at her.
Hesitating, Sansa licked her lips and she did not see his gray eyes darken with something other than displeasure. Her slim, delicate hands, perfect for needle work, timidly reached out to rest gently on the back of his broad palm. Surprisingly, she pulled his hand toward her and he was too stunned to resist. She looked up to him once she had it resting on her flat stomach. He could feel her warmth through the velvet of the gown and Sansa watched his eyes narrow.
“We will have need of your services soon, Ser Sandor. You will need to protect the new heir,” she spoke slowly, quietly.
It was her eyes that told him what he needed to know and for once Sansa saw the Hound shocked. The expression on his face, that brief flash of happiness in his eyes had her own tearing up. She felt his hand press against her stomach lightly as his other gripped her shoulder. He squeezed her shoulder so tightly it hurt but his eyes never left hers.
His head dipped closer to hers and she gasped, thinking he was going to kiss her, but he caught himself. Sansa watched him as he regained his stony composure, watched as all emotions slipped away from her. She didn’t notice the tears slipping from her eyes. Her hand rose to stroke his cheek but he caught it, holding it firmly.
He stepped away from her, still gripping her hand. With all the finery of court he bowed and brought her hand to his mouth, kissing the smooth skin.
“Yes, Your Grace,” he murmured and Sansa lowered her head.
He left quickly, not even looking back at her, but still her heart felt as if it were soaring through the skies. Smiling, she wiped the tears from her face and then rested her hands on her stomach. After a deep sigh she began to hum.
A few minutes later her ladies finally returned to find her that way- hands cradling her stomach, eyes gazing out the window to the blue sky, and the room filled with her song.
Genre: ASoIaF
Main Pair/Char: Sansa/Sandor
Beta'd: Nope, so please point out mistakes.
Rating: PG
Length: 784 words
Posted at: sansaxsandor
Author's Note: This is downright bribery for redcandle17 to write LJS fanfic. An AU where Sansa is Queen and Sandor is Kingsguard. Title suggestions would be sweet.
The Hound entered the room silently and remained that way while Sansa worked on her needlepoint with her ladies. She didn’t know he was there until the fluttering of the other women had her looking up from her work. He stood in the corner closest to the door, filling the space with foul mood and shadows.
She dismissed her ladies, to their great relief and curiosity, and waited until they were all gone before speaking.
“Ser Sandor, thank you for coming,” she greeted politely.
He remained silent, though she thought she saw a quirk of his lips on his good side.
Nervousness filled up inside of her for the first time in years. She had mastered the Game so far and she had grown a long way from the naïve girl she had once been. Yet he still had the power to make her feel just as lost as when her father was killed.
Standing, she forced her hands to unclench her needlepoint and slowly walked to stand before him. She had grown over a head taller since when she first met him but he still towered over her, making her feel small.
“What did you want?” he ordered gruffly, glowering down at her.
Hesitating, Sansa licked her lips and she did not see his gray eyes darken with something other than displeasure. Her slim, delicate hands, perfect for needle work, timidly reached out to rest gently on the back of his broad palm. Surprisingly, she pulled his hand toward her and he was too stunned to resist. She looked up to him once she had it resting on her flat stomach. He could feel her warmth through the velvet of the gown and Sansa watched his eyes narrow.
“We will have need of your services soon, Ser Sandor. You will need to protect the new heir,” she spoke slowly, quietly.
It was her eyes that told him what he needed to know and for once Sansa saw the Hound shocked. The expression on his face, that brief flash of happiness in his eyes had her own tearing up. She felt his hand press against her stomach lightly as his other gripped her shoulder. He squeezed her shoulder so tightly it hurt but his eyes never left hers.
His head dipped closer to hers and she gasped, thinking he was going to kiss her, but he caught himself. Sansa watched him as he regained his stony composure, watched as all emotions slipped away from her. She didn’t notice the tears slipping from her eyes. Her hand rose to stroke his cheek but he caught it, holding it firmly.
He stepped away from her, still gripping her hand. With all the finery of court he bowed and brought her hand to his mouth, kissing the smooth skin.
“Yes, Your Grace,” he murmured and Sansa lowered her head.
He left quickly, not even looking back at her, but still her heart felt as if it were soaring through the skies. Smiling, she wiped the tears from her face and then rested her hands on her stomach. After a deep sigh she began to hum.
A few minutes later her ladies finally returned to find her that way- hands cradling her stomach, eyes gazing out the window to the blue sky, and the room filled with her song.