Daughter of Sandor Clegane

(My medical knowledge isn't good, so don't question any of the inaccuracy. I've taken an illness from our world and made up some facts about it)

You were the only child of sandor clegane, his daughter. Everyone around you believed he wanted a son, that you were a dissapointment, the reason he never had another child, he didn't want to risk getting another daughter. But you knew it differently. Your father made sure of that. You never knew your mother, so he was all you had. He taught you to fight, to drink, to swear. All the things every girl needs. And when you asked if he ever regrets having a daughter, not a son. His response was simple

"Anyone who's love of their child depends on what's in their pants, should be locked away. You are my daughter y/n, you fight like a girl, you drink like a girl, you swear like a girl. And you're certainly one of the best fucking fighters I've seen. So why would I want a fucking son?" That was it. Never spoken of again, because you believed him. He proved his love for you time and time again. Protected you constantly. You had a knack of saying the wrong things. The kind of things that, if sandor wasn't your father, would get you killed

Your father was king joffreys body guard of sorts. It was stupid really. You were 11 years of age, living in Kings landing, attending balls and living within court. You were well aware this was not normal for a girl your age. Very few are born into this kind of privilege. And you do well to not take it for granted and become ignorant. But no matter how much money we have, it can't by happiness. Sure, it can buy us short term happiness. Food, clothes, a roof. But we still must face the horrid ways of nature in the long term. Death, disease, heartache.

Unfortunately for some, yourself included, nature was royally bitter and decided that your life was getting too nice. So it sends a horrid signal for you. Was it death? Who knows? All you knew, is that when you woke up a week after your 11th birthday, you felt it impossible to move from bed. Your entire body ached and you felt as if your head was on fire. You were supposed to be playing in the gardens with myrcella today, but you couldn't bring yourself to get up. So instead, she came looking for you

"Y/n, I thought we were going to-" she runs over to your bed but stops when she gets closer. Your ragged breathing was loud and stuffy, your forehead had beads of sweat glistening and your face was grey in colour

"Lady Y/n! Are you alright?" She asked cautiously stepping closer to your side. Myrcella didn't know what this was and feared it may be contagious. When you didn't reply, she steps back

"I'll go get my mother, she'll know what to do" and so myrcella ran off in hope of finding cersei. Within minutes, cersei had rushed in to be by your side

"Oh you poor thing" cersei strokes your hair back and kisses your forehead. Your chest was burning and it felt so painful to talk

"I want father" you mustered out

"I know my dear. I know. I've sent one of my ladies to go and find him and maester Pycelle" cersei suddenly remembered myrcella was still stood watching in horror

"Myrcella, i think I know what this is and you havnt had it yet. I'm alright because I had it as did many. But you are still at risk of contamination I want you to go back to your chambers for me and I'll see to your shortly" she quickly runs off. Soon enough, your father runs in with grand maester behind him

"Y/n!" He yells in fear at your state. Cersei moves away and leaves you in the care of your father and the grand maester.

"Father, it hurts, make it stop" you beg him as you cry

"Tell me what hurts princess, what hurts and ill make it go away" he said kissing your hand as he clutches your tiny palm in his big rough one

"M...my head" you sob. Maester pycelle checks you over, giving you alot of medicine which eventually sends you to sleep. As you sleep, maester pycelle tells your father

"It is as I presumed. She has the sweating sickness. Almost every one over 20 in Kings landing has suffered this disease. I remember when you yourself had it. The difference is, it is rare in children and can be deathly. Where we would suffer with flu symptoms, I'm afraid we must wait and see if lady y/n makes it through the night. I've given her some medicine which has sent her to sleep and now it is just a waiting game. If she gets worse, send for me at any time. Whatever happens, dont let her get cold. Sweating will rinse the sickness away" maester pycelle then leaves for you to rest. Once it is just the two of you, sandor kisses your forehead and begins crying. It is very rare for him to cry, he's not cried since you were born

"Oh my darling girl. I'm so sorry. I want to take away the pain, I do. I just don't know how. I know its fucking selfish of me, but you have to hold on. I know it hurts, I'm so sorry, but I can't lose you. So please, don't let go OK? You are so brave y/n" he kisses your forehead again and then stays by your side for hours. At midnight, as everyone else is in bed asleep, your father is holding your hand, still awake, scared that you might wake up and need him

"I feel sick" you mumble. He looks up and smiles in relief, kissing your head and moving some hair from your face

"That'll be the medicine working. I'm sorry flower, its horrid I know. You just have to try and rest" he tells you.

"Can I sit on your knee?" You ask him

"Y/n, you should be sleep in bed" he tells you. But you sit up anyway as he curses the seven hells for giving him such a stubborn daughter. He lifts you up from your mattress and carries you to an arm chair infront of the fire. He sits down with you on his knee

"You hate fire" you say closing you eyes against him as he wraps you in furs

"I know. But you need to stay warm. And my love for you is stronger than my hatred for fire" you can feel his hands shaking against you not that he'd ever admit it. And so there you sit, on your fathers lap, curled up under the furs, you head on his chest

"Teach me some more swear words" you ask him sleepily

"I think you know them all"

"All of them?" You ask. He is quiet for a moment thinking

"Yes I think so. Can't imagine I've gone 11 years without teaching you every swear word"

"Then tell me a story" you ask him. He chuckles and nods his head agreeing

"You know how it goes. Give me a monster, a hero, a princess and a fairy godmother" he says. This was your favourite type of story but you had to promise to never share these stories or your father could lose his head

"Monster is little finger. The princess can be.....sansa stark. God mother, lord varys. And the hero is tommen" you say smiling. Although still ill and pale, this was enough to cheer anyone up

"Before we begin, I've noticed you've started playing with tommen most days. Nothing going on is there?" He asks. You start laughing and shake your head. You had kissed him in a game of kiss chase once but that was it. And he gave you a flower

"Good. Otherwise I'd have to kill him. And I imagine the Queen wouldn't like that"

"Anyway, on with the story"

There was a princess who lived in a tower named sansa. She had been locked away from the world, left to be forgotten forever. You see, there was this ball the year she was born. And everyone who was anyone went. Well, one person wasn't invited. Little finger. He got so angry, that he told the kingdom "princess sansa shall prick her finger on a spinning wheel, and die on her 16th birthday" well of course people didn't want that. So her parents locked her away. Out of sight, out of mind. People began to forget about her except for one person. A Prince. Tommen didn't know the girl, but he rode past her tower and heard her singing every day. Well enough was enough, he wanted to meet her. So he held a ball, and all the ladies of the land were under royal obligation to attend this ball. Princess sansa begged her parents to let her attend this ball, but they wouldn't allow it. So she snook out of her tower using her long ginger hair as a rope. She ran to the ball but on her way, was stopped by none other than her fairy godmother "greetings my lady. But you are simple not dressed for a ball. My spies told me you were running away. And whilst I'm not one to be nosy, I just couldn't allow you to go dressed in such distasteful clothes" and so he used his magic and have her a gorgeous blue dress. Sansa got to the ball and danced with the prince. She was in love very soon as she found him very handsome. But the king and queen did not like it, they stopped the ball and ordered everyone other than sansa and tommen to leave the castle at once! That's when they realised, they had the same parents! But, much like his mother, tommen wasn't at all bothered about their blood relationship when he was so in love. And so he asked the princess sansa to marry him either way. And so they did. They married once they reached 16. On sansas 16th birthday to be exact. The whole kingdom was very on edge except for the married couple who had no idea of the prophecy. That evening, as the castle was asleep, little finger snook into the prince and princesses bed chambers with a spinning wheel in hand. Just as he was about to grab sansas hand and prick her finger, prince tommen awoke, tackling the man to the ground. They grabbed their swords and fought to the death, until little fingers throat was cut, blood pouring all over the new rug. "My hero" the princess sansa cried out to her new husband and brother. The whole kingdom rejoiced as the curse was broken

The end

You smiled up at your father as he finished the story, your eyes almost closing

"That's ok sweetheart, go to sleep" he told you, rocking you like a baby in his arms. He kissed your forehead and carried you back to bed, tucking you in for the night as he made sure to stay awake

"Goodnight darling"

"Goodnight father"

"Prick"

"What?"

"Prick, that's it, that's the curse word I have taught you yet. Prick. It's used the same way as dickhead. For example, the king is a prick" you smiled at your father and thanked the gods that you were given this man as your dad

It had been 3 days and you had been quite ill. Almost lost you one night. But you woke up this day feeling brighter than previous days. You didn't ache, your fever had gone and although tired with a sore chest, you thought you'd be alright leaving your chambers. You got up and got dressed before running out of your chambers. Your father wanted to stay with you but joffrey threatened to have you executed if you made your father miss his work. Maester pycelle was supposed to be watching you but he fell asleep

You ran into the gardens where you saw joffrey walking with cersei. Your father behind them

"Father!" You cried out running towards him as he lifted you up and spun you around. He set you back on your feet and knelt down feeling your forehead and fussing

"You look better sweetheart" he says with a grin which was rare to see

"I feel better father" You're voice was abit raspy but other than that, you felt quite alright

"I'm glad to see you are well again lady y/n" cersei said to you kissing your cheek

"Thank you your grace" you said

"This is ridiculous. I was in the middle of saying something and she just-"

"Joffrey! When you overcome a deadly disease, then we shall listen to you" cersei said making joffreys jaw open in shock. She had a soft spot for you and joffrey was an inconsiderate cow. Sorry. Inconsiderate prick.