Sandor Clegane x Reader

"My dear, Y/n." Cersi smiles.

She walks to me gracefully.

"Dear, you look so shocked, why is that?"

"I'm sorry, your grace, I was-."

"Expecting someone?" She cuts me off as she runs her fingers over the flowers from Sandor.

"Now who woulda gentle little lady like you be expecting this late at night?" She sits next to me. "A man perhaps?" She smiles. "I bet he's tall and strong."

"He is." I pick up my brush.

"Here let me." She stands up and brushes my hair.

"Thank you, your grace."

She hums in response.

"I bet this man must be very unique to catch your eye. A beauty such as yourself. Any man would want you." She gently combs through my hair.

"You flatter me, your grace."

"I bet he has lovely eyes."

"He does." Her brushing grows rougher.

"Oow."

"And a very hideous burn covering half of his face."

I freeze. So does she. She places her hands on my shoulders.

"You see, little bird, I've got eyes everywhere. I know of your little romance with my son's dog. It's quite sweet really." She pauses. "The ugly dog captures the heart of one of the most beautiful women in all the seven kingdoms. It's quite the story." She smiles. "I'm sure everyone would love to hear. Especially that father of yours. You know, your father, the one with a burning hate for the very man you bring to your bed."

"We've never-."

"How about we make a deal." She smiles sweetly.

"What do you want from me?" I ask.

"Not much my dear, I simply ask that you work for me now. I'll tell you what I want from you the next time we speak." She stands at the door. "Sleep well, little one." She leaves.

I stand. My palms pressed to my vanity. My arms shaking. I grit my teeth and plant my fist in the mirror, the glass shattering. As I do, the pain strikes me. I step back as I cry out in pain. Blood dripping from my knuckles. The pain only angers me more. I bang my fists against the table. If he finds out he'll stop at nothing to kill him. I can't lose him.

"Careful, girl." Sandor's deep voice filling the silence of my chambers.

I hear his thudding footsteps approaching me.

"What's got you so worked up, little dove?" He asks.

"Cersi," I admit through my teeth.

I turn to him. He's placing his armor on the floor. He plops down in a chair to remove his boots.

"What about the bloody cunt?" He asks.

"She knows."

He stops and looks at me.

"Knows?"

"About us." I take a deep breath. "She also knows how much my father hates you. She's keeping that information from him as long as I do as she asks of me."