Got One-Shots Book 2

Disobeying Orders(Sandor Clegane x fem!reader)

You weren't sure what you did to incur Joffrey's wrath, but whatever it was, you knew it was bad. Instead of punishing you outright, Joffrey had told two of the Gold Cloaks to escort you to your chambers and to keep you there. That was worse. The wait was pure torture and made you wish that you'd never come to King's Landing. You wished you'd stay in the North. Still, it was too late to change it now. You sat on your bed, wringing your hands as you waited for Joffrey's punishment.

Meanwhile, in the throne room, Joffrey sat on the throne, contemplating how he would punish you for your offense. He cast a side glance at the Hound and smiled. "Dog!" Sandor's head turned toward the boy king. Joffrey ordered Sandor to go to your chambers and beat you. Sandor left the throne room and headed toward your chambers.

When he was alone, Sandor stopped and rubbed the back of his neck. In his eyes, you hadn't done anything wrong. Sure, you ran off at the mouth sometimes, but nothing that could be considered treasonous. But he knew that, if he didn't do what Joffrey had ordered him to, the punishment would be worse. Much worse.

Continuing his trek to your chambers, Sandor strengthened his resolve. The Gold Cloaks saw him and immediately moved out of the way. Sandor threw the door open and you let out a little cry of surprise. Sandor closed the door behind him, not taking his eyes off your face. "Did His Grace send you?" The way you said "his grace" sounded like you'd tasted something horrible. Sandor nodded and you stood up.

"Go ahead. Do whatever it is he sent you here to do. Know this; I will not break. I will no longer bend to his will." Sandor's jaw dropped. No one ever stood up to him like that. Most people were afraid of him. And certainly no one just accepted their fate when Joffrey sent Sandor to dole out punishment. Sandor couldn't bring himself to do it. He knew there would be hell to pay if Joffrey found out, but he couldn't hurt you. He had a code after all.

You had closed your eyes, waiting for the first hit. It never came. You opened one eye to see Sandor still staring at you with a smirk on his face and one brow raised. "'M not gonna hit ya, girl." You opened the other eye. "Why not? Is that not what you were ordered to do?" Sandor nodded. "Ya don't deserve it."

"Let me see if I understand. You, Joffrey's sworn shield and loyal guard, are disobeying orders?" Sandor scowled and you held your hands up in a gesture of peace. You knew not to press your luck. "Thank you," you whispered, causing his expression to soften. "Would you care for some wine? Joffrey expects you to punish me so he will be expecting you to be here for while. Might as well enjoy it." You pointed to a chair near the door and Sandor sat down.

You brought him some wine and sat on your bed. For several moments, there was nothing but silence between you. Soon, you grew tired of the quiet and began asking him questions about himself. He was reluctant at first, but after a couple goblets of wine, he started to open up to you. He talked more when he drank and for that, you were grateful. The two of you sat talking until dawn. By the time Sandor got up to leave, you felt as if you'd known him your whole life.

"Thank you for talking with me, Sandor. I hope we will be able to do it again soon." Sandor actually smiled at that. You didn't seem to mind his bluntness, crass attitude or crude language. He nodded before he remembered something. "Ya aren't bruised. Joffrey will notice." You smiled. "Actually, I did not plan on leaving my chambers for a few days. I will just send word to Joffrey that was too ashamed to be seen."

"Ya think that'll work?" You shrugged and replied, "I do not know. I suppose you could always hit me in the face as proof." Sandor's eyes widened and he shook his head. You decided then and there that you really enjoyed Sandor when he'd been drinking. "I won't do that." You reached over and patted his arm, although he could barely feel it through his armor.

"I know, Sandor. I will figure something out. You should go before people start talking." He glared. "Let 'em." He turned and left the room anyway. You closed the door and grinned. You went to bed happy to know that you'd made a new friend. You only hoped you'd be able to count on him when it mattered most.

Months passed with you and Sandor growing closer every chance you got. However, Joffrey's rule was becoming even more tyrannical. You knew you needed to leave King's Landing before he decided to take out his frustrations on you. When word reached you that your last brother was killed in battle, you began packing a small bag with essentials, making certain to grab your father's sword. It was Valyrian steel and it had passed to you when your father and older brothers died. You were now the Lady of your House.

A knock on your door made you freeze. You turned and attempted to hide your pack behind you. "Enter." The door opened and Sandor stepped in. If it had been anyone else, they wouldn't have questioned you. "Where ya goin'?" You swallowed thickly. "I'm leaving King's Landing. My House needs me now." Sandor's hand rested on the hilt of his sword and he nodded. "I'm goin' with ya. Give me ten minutes." Your brows furrowed but you nodded.

True to his word, Sandor returned ten minutes later with a pack of his own. "We have ta leave now. Quickly and quietly." You nodded and carefully followed him out. Without him saying a word, you knew you couldn't been seen. If you were, you'd wind up in a cell or worse. Luckily, you were just small enough that you could hide behind Sandor as you navigated the darkened corridors. Once outside, the two of you broke into a run for the stables. You thanked the gods you were able to leave King's Landing without getting caught.

Traveling long distances wasn't something you did often, but you knew that you had to get back home. Your house was depending on you. So, you rode on until you could barely stay in the saddle. Even then, Sandor had to tell you it was time to stop. "Ya won't be any good ta your house if ya die of exhaustion before ya get there," he would tell you every day you were together.

Sandor was your protector, confidante and friend during your travels. You valued his advice and presence more than you probably should have. You didn't want him to leave after you made it home. One night, the night before you would be returning home, you sat down next to Sandor with your father's sword in your hands.

Glancing up at him, you took a deep breath. "Sandor...what would you say if I asked you to remain with me when we've reached our destination?" His brows rose in surprise. He hadn't expected that. "As your guard?" You shook your head quickly. "As my advisor. As my friend." Sandor sat pondering for a moment. He'd never really had a friend before. He looked in your eyes and nodded slowly.

You smiled softly before gently placing your father's sword in his lap. He glanced down at it in shock, then back to you in question. "I want you to have it.It does me no good and the rest of my house is dead." Sandor chuckled wryly. "Ya could give it ta the man ya marry." You shook your head."No. There is no one I would rather give this to than you. You are the only person I need with me. I need no husband." With that, you got up and kissed his temple. As you moved back to the fire, Sandor watched you, a faint blush on his cheeks. .|)d�:��±3