Your POV:

On the other side you can see Sandor standing in front of you, his amour is bloodied and his face looks distressed but he's actually here.

'Are you alright, girl?'

The youngest Clegane makes his way towards you to examine your wounds. There is no way to not notice the bruises on your arms and legs, as well as your split up lip and your deeply violet and green bruised left cheek.

You can witness the range raising inside of Sandor when he sees what the guards have done to you. He's angry at them for hurting you, at Joffrey for allowing this and himself for not coming sooner to stop this from happening to you.

'I'm fine. What are you doing here? If Joffrey sees you-...'

'Fuck Joffrey. Fuck the Kings guard. Fuck the King. I get you out of here,' he states matter of factly without being able to hide his aggressiveness.

'But if you get caught-...'

'It's a bit too late for that now, little rose. Come on. We need to get out of Kingslanding now!'

With that he takes your arm in his large hand and leads you outside, pass the dead guards, always cautious someone will see you. You can begin to describe how glad you are that Sandor is with you, right now all you're able to hear is your heart beating like crazy in your ears.

What if Joffrey finds you? What if other guards find you? Surely, Sandor could fight off quite a few of them but even he has his limits. And what if the sound of his fighting attracts more guards? By the gods, there is no way this is going to work. You try so hard not to start panicking.

What will Joffrey do to you when he finds out you tried to escape? Will he kill you? Marry you off to a even more brutal man? Will he kill Sandor? You really hope you don't have to find out because no matter what punishment Joffrey will choose you know he'll make sure the two of you suffer.

As fast and quietly as you can you two make your way out of the castle. You two have already left the castle and jog to the stalls where two horses are waiting for you when three guards suddenly spot you.

'Hey, Clegane! Stop, stop immediately!'

Without wasting a second Sandor grabs his sword, walks vastly to the men and begin to fight them. You never saw him fight before and you honestly don't want to see it again.

The whole time you're scared he'll get hurt or even worse, killed. The first guard is down easily, he clearly hadn't the chance to gain much fighting experience but the other two seem more skilled.

You can't even decide where to look. At Sandor, trying to fight off the other men or at you surrondings in case more guards appear? But even when others notice the fight, what could you do? After all, you don't know how to fight and don't even have a weapon.

In this exact moment (maybe it's faith or maybe your bad luck finally comes to an end) you see a huge dagger on the dead guards waitstbelt. Suddenly, you hear a small, deep scream-like growl. When you look up to see Sandor holding his bloodied arm. Shit!

Without a second thought you run to the corpse to grab the dagger before making your way to one of the guards who stands with his back to you. All you can think of is preventing Sandor from getting hurt worse. After taking one last deep breath you collect all your power to stab the dagger into the guard's neck.

This shocked the other guard enough for Sandor to kill him without more troubles. For a few seconds you can only stare at the man you just killed. You murdered another person just like that, you never thought you would be able to end a life like this.

'(Y/n), we need to go. Are you alright?'

Finally able to look away from the dead man, you give Sandor a small nod before you eyes fill with concern again.

'You're hurt. We need to stop the bleeding somehow.'

'It's only a scratch and we don't have time for that shit. Others will come soon. We need to leave before more fuckers get what's going on.'

Sandor doesn't even wait for an answer before he grabs your arm once more to finally reach the stables. In there, two light brown horses are already waiting saddled up for you. Sandor really thought of everything.

After helping you mounting your horse, he leads you both through a secret passage the hound discovered years ago, thankfully without another encounter with Joffrey's people.

For hours you ride through the woods before Sandor decides it's save enough to build a camp for the night.

Finally you're able to treat his wound and to your surprise it's indeed nothing more but a scratch. After sterilizing his wound the best you can you carefully bandage the wound with a piece of fabric you cut out from your tunic.

After a little 'thank you' from Sandor which sounded more like a grunt than an actually thank you, he tends to treat your own wounds as best as possible.

Only when the last bit of adrenaline leaves your body you realize what just happened. You fled from Kingslanding, people will search for you and either try to kill you or want to bring you back to Joffrey and Euron.

Now you'll never see your family again. Of course you would have been forced to leave your them after your wedding anyway but you wished you could have said your good bye before leaving them forever.

Without even noticing it, tears begin to fall down your cheeks. It's all just too much for you in this moment.

Sandor's POV:

When Sandor notice you're crying he's obviously overchallenged. He isn't sure why you're crying and doesn't know what to do to make you stop. Hesitantly, he decides to make his way towards but to sit down on the ground next to you.

'It's okay, little rose,' he says in a surprisingly soft voice while laying his hand over yours. Sandor doesn't even know what's okay but he hopes knowing he's there for you will help you somehow.

To his surprise you hug him as tightly as you can as a respons and start sobbing into his shoulder. With a shaking voice you tell him everything that makes you cry and he listens patiently while he awkwardly pets your back with his right hand.

What seems like an eternity later, you haven't anymore tears to cry and slowly look up at him with big eyes.

'Thank you so much for saving me, Sandor. You didn't need to do that.'

'It was nothing, no need to thank me.'

'It was not nothing. You risked your life to save me. I mean, why would you do that for me?'

Shit, Sandor was afraid you would ask him that sooner or later. It's not like he can tell you he can't stand the thought of you suffering or that he wants to see you happy, no matter the costs. He cares too much for you, it nearly scares him but he knows he can never tell you this. You would laugh at him, no one can love a dog after all.

'No one deserve the treatment this little cunt put you through,' he tries to avoid the question, even through he knows you probably won't be satisfied by his weak attempt of an answer.

To avoid any further uncomfortable questions, he begins to stand up in order to make his way as far away from you as possible but much to his dismay, you grab his arm to stop him.

'You know what I think? I think you saved me because you truly care for me.'

Your POV:

You don't know where your sudden bust of confidence comes from, maybe it's caused by the events of the last days and hours but in this moment you know it's now or never. You hid your feelings way too long.

'And you now what? I care for you too. I know you probably don't feel the same but I just have to tell you. I fell in love with you, Sandor.'

Without giving him much time to process what you just said (and according to his shocked face he could have used it) you lean in to softly press a short kiss on his lips.

You never kissed a man before. Therefore, the kiss is very shy and innocent but you hope Sandor gets the message nevertheless.

After you end the kiss Sandor's face still shows nothing like shock and confusion, like he couldn't believe you just kissed him. Immediately, panic rises inside you. What did you do? How could you thought that's a good idea.

'I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have kissed you without your permission...'

'You're just tired, you can't think straight, girl.'

Wait, does he think you didn't mean it? How can he not see how serious you are.

'Of course I can think straight! In fact I wanted to kiss you since a while now, I just were too shy and then Joffrey imprisoned me before I was able to tell you,' you confess with bright red cheeks.

'Are you serious? Is this some kind of sick joke? Why would a pretty, little noble lady like you ever love a monster like me.'

'What are you talking about, Sandor? You're not a monster and I could never see you as such. You just saved me from Joffrey and my marriage with Euron. I won't ever be able to thank you enough for that. A monster would've never risked his life and left everything just to help me. You're a good man, Sandor. Believe me in that. And I love you more than you can imagine.'

You're so nervous to hear his respons you even begin to unconsciously hold your breath.

'Oh little rose, I love you too, so much. Of course I do, how could I not? But I don't deserve you. You should marry a wealthy lord, I can't give you anything.'

'Sandor, stop it. I don't want anyone else and certainly not some wealthly lord who is no different than Joffrey or Euron. I only want you, I only need you, please.'

With that you kiss him again and thankfully this time he actually respons to it. It's all you have ever imagined of a kiss and so much more. Even through he's still hesitant, he brings so much softness and love in the kiss, it melts your heart.

From this moment you know everything will be fine somehow. Maybe the two of you are able to find a small village and build a new life there.

But no matter where you go you know you will be happier and safer than you have ever been in Kingslanding. As long as Sandor is with you know everything will be alright somehow.

After all, this man isn't Joffrey or Euron. This man truly is something else.

- The End -