Fraye Hill of House Lannister
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Chapter Twenty One
Sandor stops sleeping. He may get a couple hours of sleep in the middle of the night when he passes out from drinking.
He doesn't talk or show any emotion. Not that he ever did to anyone anyway; except Fraye that is. He feels so lost without her. He never thought he'd find himself relying on anyone. Especially not a woman as beautiful as her.
"How are you doing, Dog?", Joffrey asks, a smirk on his face.
He can see the tiredness in Sandor even when he tries to hide it.
"Just fine, Your Grace.", he replies, not wanting to talk to the cunt more than he has to.
"Missing your bitch, still? Do you need another woman to warm you?", he asks.
Sandor doesn't reply. He's glad to be interrupted by Petyr Baelish.
He bows, "Your Grace, I have brung a selection for your Hound.", he smiles.
Sandor watches five women walking in, barely dressed. He regrets being glad by the interruption.
"My gift to you for staying loyal, dog. Choose which whore you'd like and do with her what you will.", Joffrey states, gesturing to all of them.
Sandor looks at each of the women, realizing quickly he wants no one else.
"Your Grace… It is very kind.", he replies, his mind fighting itself.
He promised Fraye he'd stay in line.
He moves from his place, picking the girl who looks the most terrified of him.
"This one'll do just fine, your Grace.", he says, grabbing her arm.
"Good choice, dog. Now go and forget about your bitch!", he tells him, laughing.
Sandor drags the girl with him, taking her to his room. She sits down at the end of his bed, waiting.
"Calm down, girl. I'm not fucking you.", he says, sitting down in a chair and pouring himself some wine.
He gulps it down before standing back up. He walks over, leaning down and roughly grabbing her face.
"If anyone asks, I fucked you bloody. You understand? If I hear that you tell anyone otherwise, I'll fuck you with my sword!", he growls at her.
She nods with widen eyes, "Of course, ser."
"I'm no ser."
He lets go of her face, reaching into his pocket.
He pulls out his coin bag and throws her a couple silver.
"Now, get out!", he yells.
She stands up, quickly running past him and fleeing from his room.
Sandor sighs, running a hand through his hair. He knows he could've taken out his frustation and fucked her but her body looked nothing like Frayes. He knows his cock could never be satisfied by anyone else.
He takes a seat just where the whore had been. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out the token she had give him. He stares at the shiny surface, wondering about Fraye's state. He wonders what his brother has done to her. He knows Fraye is tough but no one is tough enough to deal with Gregor's abuse. He's spent his whole life with the burden his brother had given him. He only hopes he doesn't leave Fraye with the same fate.
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