A Wolf In Lion's Clothing

My name is Sansa, eldest daughter of Eddard and Catelyn Stark. My family means everything to me, along with my fiance, Joffrey Baratheon. I will live up to their expectations of me-- no matter how hard the task. Hover over the picture for navigation. This is a sideblog. thetasteofinnocence will be the one following you back.

[gunsandgraces]

"Sansa!" Rickon bound down the stairs three at a time. He didn't stop until he reached his eldest sister and enveloped her in a hug that had her off her feet. His laughter rang in the air as he spun her in a circle. His eyes gleamed with affection when he set her back on her feet, a moment later, and met her gaze. "I've missed you."

When she heard Rickon's voice, a grin formed on her lips. It was good to see her family after so long. Though, when he grabbed her and picked her up, her heart pounded out of nerves, though she couldn't help but laugh. "Rickon, put me down!" Sansa managed between giggles as he spun her around. When he finally did, she stared back up at him, smiling bright. "I've missed you, too!" She insisted, "I think you've gotten even taller since I've been staying with Joffrey. How have you been, dear brother?" 

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Avatars 200*320 Sophie Turner Merci de Créditer “Beck’s” 

[dogordishonor]

chances and consequences || sandor, sansa, joff

When Joffrey got into one of his moods nobody was able to calm him down, he had a strong sense of entitlement over situations and even disregarded his mother’s advice. Sandor had often stood in the shadows and watched as the boy turned man made rash decisions and sometimes he was even the one to carry them out. Yesterday when a shouting match broke out between Joffrey and the Stark girl, Sandor was appointed to stand outside the door and instead eavesdropped on the dispute as it unfolded. The girl came dashing out moments later, hiding her face behind her thick hair and disappearing to her side of the mansion. With slight curiosity he had glanced after her and then pivoted his way into the room to gage where Joffrey’s head was at. With his boss furious, the bodyguard stuck around to listen to the venting until he was given the orders to check on the girl. It came to no surprise that her room was empty, window ajar. In fact Sandor had to smirk to himself, the girl had some guts but little did she know this only made things worse for herself. The reported news to Joffrey did not go over well and Sandor had spent the rest of his evening reviewing security videos looking for the runaway girl. After the third camera was studied, Sandor finally saw the shot of her slipping away into the night, along the front courtyard and avoiding the main gate. She disappeared down the street soon after and her demeanour showed how nervous she was. Every few seconds she’d glance over her shoulder and it was almost as if he was staring right into her eyes, but she took the chance and fled. Not much was carried with her and Sandor was certain enough that she would return. Joffrey was a powerful force and she had way too much on the line to completely flee, but now the Lannisters would know how easy she was to disobey. With the news, Sandor reported back to Joffrey and was given the watch demand. A simple task and she would be stupid enough to get caught, there was no doubt in his mind. He retreated to the guest quarters of the house and made his way outside, dragged a lawn chair from the patio and stationed it a few paces over from the bush at the vine wall of her bedroom. Now it became the waiting game and Sandor found interest in his butterfly knife. The clouds rolled away long ago and a sheet of darkness covered the sky, a vague star or two shining amongst the light pollution that blinded the rest of them. She had waited for the dark to conceal her escape but it was no use, Joffrey had eyes and ears everywhere and the Hound was just another player in the boy’s game. The blade danced between his fingers, with focused eyes he watched as the knife disappeared from moving so quickly from the skill he had obtained long ago. It seemed like he had been out there for hours and when he checked his watch it proved to be early into the morning. When his eyes glanced away from the small numbers, they caught sight of the unmistakable hair dashing through the grounds and into the light decorative bushes by the side of the house. He twisted in his chair, tucked the knife away and watched as she went for the vines. “Trying to kill yourself before Joffrey sees you?” Sandor asked, leisurely sitting against the patio chair and rolling his head to the side, observing her foot caught in a vine as she tried to make her climb. Unfortunately for her luck, she was caught before she even had a chance. She could beg him not to say a word but he was on orders and what did he care about the fiancee anyway? Getting to his feet, he walked over to bring himself in view with an amused smirk over his scarred face. “Get down, you don’t need anymore bruises do you?” And with that he snatched her at the wrist and tugged her forward, away from the wall and what little hope she had to quietly sneak back into her room.

[gunsandgraces]

The fights were always the same. She'd do something small, or perhaps she wouldn't do anything at all, but it seemed like it was always her fault. In his eyes, it probably was. Sansa had always tried her best to calm him, to make sure he was happy. There was no stopping Joffrey once he got started-- not until she was bloodied and bruised. My best isn't good enough. She'd tell herself. I need to do better. She was to be his wife, the woman who would stand with him until the day he died. She wanted to be happy with him, but every smack to her cheek caused a gaping hole in her heart. Every hit seemed to make him happier, though. Should she risk her own happiness for the sake of her fiancee?

After a particularly cruel fight where Meryn's hand had smacked her hard, causing a cut on her cheek, the girl had burst from the man's room. It was hard to control her tears, but she managed. She didn't want him to see her cry-- to see how weak she was. It wasn't until she had gotten to her room and begun to pack her things that she let the tears pour down her cheeks, though no sobs would be heard from her. Throwing her bag out the window, the girl climbed down the vines slowly, unsure as always if she should even go through with this plan.

But he was waiting there. The Tyrells seemed to be the only people aside from her own family that seemed to look out for her. They risked everything for her. It was stupid, really-- even Sansa knew that. The Starks wanted to take her back and her brother had insisted that in secret, but it would cause far too much chaos between the two families. She insisted she was alright, that he didn't need to take her away. I'm happy here. 

No matter how hard Willas had tried, the girl hadn't been able to allow a smile on her face. She could feel the bruising on her cheek and every so often her hand would move to her cheek, poking at the purpling skin. Still, she remained there for most of the night. It was truly a sweet gesture for him to try so hard to cheer her up, but when she closed her eyes, she could still see one of Joffrey's soldiers smacking her. I deserved it. 

Perhaps he had been happy to drive her home. Really, she couldn't tell. He had gone quiet, perhaps thinking about how she was returning to the man who hit her once again. He's my fiancee. Sansa told herself. When the arrived at their own mansion, she glanced back towards the man and forced a smile on her lips, thanking him for all his efforts. It was a straight shot from here. All she needed was to get into her room. The girl snuck through the bushes, keeping an eye out for any of the dogs so they wouldn't start barking and wake Joffrey up. Although they didn't quite mind her, it didn't matter. A person was a person, and they were trained to bark.

Sansa had made it. Sticking her foot into the vine, she hoisted herself up. Hearing the voice of one of his soldiers sent shivers down her spine. Glancing towards him, she gripped onto the vines tighter, all hope draining from her. What would Joffrey do to her? Beat her? Have her killed? I love him. Blue eyes watched Sandor for a moment before she hopped back down. The girl glanced up towards him, shaking her head slowly. "You're wrong," She stated, voice flat. "I'll get more no matter what," It's my own fault. Still, Sansa followed the man, her expression void of emotion. 

[vengefulhawk]

Skype Call || Sansa

[vengefulhawk]

“Clearly you’ve never seen what a Tyrell is willing to do to protect someone they care for.” he whispered placing a kiss over the cat on her face and moved to the other visable ones. “For a man to touch the woman his loves in a violent fashion is no man in my eyes but, a weak child who needs a good smack to the face.” Stopping himself before he continued Willas gave Sansa the kindest smile he could and finished cleaning her up.

[gunsandgraces]

The girl watched the other, heart racing as he leaned in close to kiss the cut on her face. "W-Willas," She muttered, shifting slightly. The girl felt the faintest of smiles as she placed her hand on his cheek, leaning in to give him a gentle peck on the lips.

[vengefulhawk]

Skype Call || Sansa

[vengefulhawk]

“What if your Father knew? or-” willas had to stop and remember what her brother’s name was. “Robb knew? Would they let you stay with him?” He asked crouching down to be eye level with her even though it caused him a lot of pain. “Fate is a cruel bitch then.” he whispered.

[gunsandgraces]

The girl laughed lightly, shaking her head once more. "My father arranged this," She stated, looking away from the other. "Robb," In truth, she didn't know what he'd do. "It's no use," She shrugged, "If I was to leave permanently, I don't think anything could stop Joffrey," Sansa said, tracing the grout on the tiles below her. Her eyes finally glanced up to him and she chuckled slightly, placing her hand on the other's cheek. "Maybe," She shrugged, examining his face to try to see what he was thinking.

[vengefulhawk]

Skype Call || Sansa

[vengefulhawk]

  “Come on.” He whispered leading Sansa to a bathroom and started getting out a small first aid kit for to clean her cuts. “You deserve flowers and love not cuts and blood.” willas muttered be careful while cleaning the cuts.

[gunsandgraces]

Once she was lead to the bathroom and she heard his words, the girl laughed dryly once more, shaking her head slightly. "Maybe I don't," She muttered under her breath, "Maybe this was what I was meant for-- fate, I guess," Sansa winced slightly as he cleaned the cut on her lip.

[vengefulhawk]

Skype Call || Sansa

[vengefulhawk]

Thank you.” Willas smiled and lead Sansa inside the building and setting the security alarm behind him. “The guest room is up stairs to the left same side of the house as my room and Margaery’s is to the right.” He smiled down at Sansa brightly.

[gunsandgraces]

The girl chuckled slightly and glanced towards the man, crossing her arms over her chest. "Thank you, really," She said, turning to face Willas. "For everything. I don't...really have anyone that will offer to clean my cuts or anything," Sansa laughed dryly, blue eyes looking down towards the ground. "I mean, I guess Sandor did once," She shrugged, "We're not really...friends or anything, though,"

[vengefulhawk]

Skype Call || Sansa

[vengefulhawk]

“All I do is worry about you.” He whispered never letting go of Sansa’s hand as he drove back to highgarden mansion. Grabbing his cane Willas finally got out of the car and grabbed Sansa’s bag and waited for her to get out of the car.

[gunsandgraces]

The girl went quiet for the rest of the ride, trying to piece together what she should say. Though, by the time they got to his home, she wasn't quite sure what to say still. Glancing out the window, the younger girl's face lit up. Willas got out of the car and she got out soon after, admiring the gardens. "It's better than I imagined," She said, looking towards the other.

[vengefulhawk]

Skype Call || Sansa

[vengefulhawk]

He looked over at Sansa and frowned on the mark on his body and rested the urge to turn around murder Joffrey. “I’m hardly a knight in shining armor.” He laughed taking her hand with his free hand and kissed her knuckles quickly and drove away from Joffrey’s. “Can I clean you up your cuts when we get home?” He asked carefully.

[gunsandgraces]

The girl shifted from looking at him and chuckled slightly. "Rescuing young girls from the homes of their fiances? Sounds like a fairytale to me," Sansa said, the amused smile remaining on her face. When he grabbed her hand and she felt his lips on her skin, the smile faded, replaced by warmth on her cheeks. "I-I'm fine, I swear," She said, turning her head to look at the other. "You really don't have to worry about me,"

[vengefulhawk]

Skype Call || Sansa

[vengefulhawk]

  Willas leaned his cane against the car to hold Sansa in both arms tightly. “It’s my pleasure.” He smiled brightly hugging her. “Come on, get in the car.” Just having Sansa in his presences made Willas feel like he could damn near anything. Pulling away Willas took Sansa’s bag and put it in the car and held back the urge to kiss her.

[gunsandgraces]

The girl nodded, feeling excitement pulse through her. Both Willas and Margaery had been nothing but kind to her. When the man insisted she get in the car, Sansa nodded and hurried to the passenger seat. Although she was still upset from the events that had happened prior with Joffrey, she tried her best not to think about it, though a cut could be seen on her bottom lip and bruises decorated underneath her shirt.

“Saving me like a knight in shining armor,” Sansa teased as the other got into the car.

[laboomer]

“the night is dark and full of terrors” : part Two AU

[gunsandgraces]

VIP Treatment | Sandor & Sansa

[dogordishonor]

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[gunsandgraces]

The way his fingers traced along her body only made her struggle more. She kicked at him anywhere she could, though it only made his grasp on her tighter. Sansa wanted to throw up at the touch of him and he seemed to learn how she was going to struggle, for even when she tried to elbow the man, he was able to move out of her way. The fact that he was used to having a girl struggle against him made her sick to her stomach. 

Then she heard noise. Blinking a couple times, the girl glanced up, her hair covering her face. Before Sandor had even made it in, she knew it was him. There was no one else that would have bothered coming back into what seemed like it would have been a bloodbath. Everyone would have decided it wasn't worth having her around. Sansa Stark was the least of their concerns-- just a girl who had nothing but her name. Why would they risk her over someone who actually had skills? But still, the wave of relief after seeing the man that terrified her was enough to cause her lips to curl into what could have almost been mistaken as a smile. In truth, she felt pity for the men.

Blood was all she could see, though she tried to keep her eyes locked on the man who was fighting the guards. The man holding her pressed her closer towards him and she elbowed him in the stomach. For a moment, his group loosened and Sansa tried to get away, but she felt him grasp at her hair once more and yank her back. "Shit!" She yelled out, feeling the man kick at her knees so she fell to her knees.

When he fired off shots, he then rammed the hilt of the pistol into her head, possibly trying to knock her out. The girl let out a scream before the contact was made, vision blurring afterwards. He got them both to the ground, pulling her in front of him. Sansa reeled her head back and made contact with his, and although the banging in her head worsened, she knew she needed to get away. As she tried crawling away, the man grabbed her ankle and pulled her back, practically rolling her onto him as Sandor came near them. The man holding her still seemed to think that he was going to get away with this still. Even Sansa knew differently. As the man stomped down on the other's arm and pushed her away, she crawled back and covered her face with her hands, staring at them through the cracks.

She hardly remembered when she started crying, but she was taking short, fast breaths in an attempt to calm herself down. It didn't work, though. Her heart was still beating fast and when her captor was directed to look at her, her blue eyes only moved to the scarred man in confusion. Was he truly willing to let him live? No-- that couldn't be. Looking back towards the man in pain, she knew that even she wanted him to die. Sansa didn't want the man who had laid his filthy hands on her to continue living. And Sandor granted her that wish.

Her eyes traced over the blood and brains that splattered the walls, lips pursing in astonishment. She had been close to death all her life, but seeing the brutality of it all was different. Looking back towards the man who had caused it, the girl willingly took his hand. To say she was surprised that he thrust her onto his shoulder was an understatement. The girl let out a groan as her stomach contacted his shoulder, though she didn't have much time to complain before he directed her to cover her ears. Doing as she was told, she could still hear the gun shots clearly. He rushed them down the stairs and she felt the rain pouring on her skin, mixing with the blood on her forehead and her arms. 

When Sandor finally let her down, the girl crossed her arms over her chest, taking note of the one shoe she had been able to grab before the large man had picked her up. She could hardly feel the cold through her shaking, and for a moment, she still refused to look up towards him. With a few breaths, the tears stopped and she looked around the area. It was completely deserted of anyone who had once been there. "He's gone, isn't he?" Sansa asked, blue eyes finally moving to look into his. She should have known better. Joffrey had proven he was cruel, but leaving her behind to possibly be massacred caused the acid in her stomach to bubble up to her throat. The girl tossed the shoe on the ground and she took a deep breath.

"I'm tired of this!" The tears had begun once more and she spun around, walking in a direction she wasn't even sure of. In truth, she didn't care. Her body was shaking and adrenaline still pulsated through her body. "He's supposed to love me and he just runs off," Sansa scoffed, curling her upper body around her arms. "Runs off and leaves me in the care of someone who probably wouldn't even care if I died," That sentence was quieter, a grumble, really. She wasn't sure if Sandor could even hear, though a part of her hoped that he would. Her hands lifted to wipe at her face, feeling completely ridiculous from this whole situation. Should this have even been surprising to her, though? The only people who seemed to care if she was dead was her family and how long had it been since she last saw them?

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[vengefulhawk]

Skype Call || Sansa

[vengefulhawk]

“I’ll be there in a few minutes.” Willas hung up and got into the car. Driving up to Sansa’s a block away he texted her and waited anxiously for her. Once the cripple saw her walking up to the car Willas got out of the car and smiled at her. “Hey.”

[gunsandgraces]

Once the other hung up, she hurried and moved to her room, quickly grabbing a small bag with a couple of her things. She made sure she was quiet, afraid that Joffrey would come out if he heard too much noise. Though, when there was no sound coming from his room, the checked her phone constantly, the anxiety becoming too much to bear.

When the text arrived, Sansa couldn’t help but smile. She hurried through the house and out the door. Once she got to the road, she looked around and took note of his car, walking towards it with her arms crossed over her chest. Actually seeing him get out of the car made her feel incredibly guilty. She shouldn’t have allowed him to come— he was probably busy, wasn’t he?

“Hey,” She said, a smile forming on her lips.

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him close. Despite the fact that she felt bad for him coming, Sansa still felt happy to see him. “Sorry for making you come all this way,” She said after letting go of him, taking a couple steps back.