•° pairing: oc!lannister x oc!husband, future oc!lannister x sandor clegane
○• notes: had to get this starting out of my head. sandor my love... <3. !!! mention of illness and death !!!! older men ;)
●° word count: about 1k
Saige Lannister,
a woman of thirty years of age, cunning little fox whose moral compass was some how more intact than that of her siblings'; Jamie, Cersei and Tyrion. She still was far from perfect. Mean little beast as a child, Saige grew to be more reserved. Her outward attacks were replaced with sly little moves; an ill rumor about a young lady with eyes for the same genteleman as Saige or a missing necklace in the posession of a knight that dared to laugh at her.
Her father with already much on his plate, married her off quick. The plan was to get her somewhere she wouldn't cause such chaos. The unknowing victim was a Lord quite a bit older than Saige. Lord Torvin Andor had been born about a sun cycle before her. The title had been his for two dacades already, as his father had died young. Same fate had followed Torvin's first wife, who was buried with their new born child.
Saige fell for him quickly. It was quite easy, Torvin was sickeningly handsome. He was kind and scholarly, carrying himself proudly. The ladies adored him but he had eyes for only Saige.
By all accounts they would have been happy for decades to come. Fate had other plans, as Torvin fell sick. That's when they traveled to King's landing, to be in care of the best maesters.
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Saige rarely left her husband's side, spending her time gently tapping his forehead with a damp towel. Tyrion often sat with her, swirling red wine in his cup, trying to find words of comfort. A uncomfortable silence hung in the hot air, the room slowly seeming to choke up everyone inside.
Her siblings had not seen her like this, it came as quite the shock to see how Saige truly loved Lord Andor. Feeling were not the family's forte.
"You should go spend time outdoors. Be mean to the King's guards or go bother your siblings", Torvin smiled, caressing Saige's hand softly, "lay in the sunshine."
Saige rolled her eyes huffing in annoyance. "I do not wish to leave your side", she remarked.
"But at some point you'll have to."
The days were long and nights seemed to drag out even longer. Saige lived in a trance, quietly waiting for a miracle. One afternoon the silence was broken by the door slowly creaking open. The Hound entered the room, visibly trying to make himself smaller in respect.
"My friend, I have missed you", Torvin sang out while pushing himself to sit upright. "Lord and Lady Andor", Sandor Clegane bowed tensely before moving to close the door behind him.
Saige sat up and gestured for him to sit down on her chair as it was the biggest in the room; "Sit down Clegane, my husband has been waiting for you to visit. I will leave you two alone to talk. But be sure to call for a maester and me if anything goes amiss"
"Don't worry darling, he can shout even louder than you, though you'd think it impossible", Torvin laughed and was met by a sharp, angry stare framed by furrowed brows. The door opened and closed once again, leaving the two men alone. A soft silence fell over them for just a moment, before Lord Andor opened his mouth again: "It has been too long. Twenty years or so, yes?", getting a smile from Sandor as well.
"I was at your wedding, you looked better then", the Hound grinned remembering the lavish party. Tywin Lannister had put quite the pretty penny into his youngest one's big day. The dress had been adorned in gold and luxurious red fabric, the color of which had matched Saige's lips. Deep, dangerous and tempting red.
"You sound like my wife, it seems the sickness shows on my face", Torvin teased. Sandor's face twisted into a mean sneer. "She's a cruel one, how do you deal with living with her?"
The room was filled with laughter, Torvin couldn't control himself. His laugh was melodic and loud, long enough to make him loose his breath. Sandor looked puzzled, wondering had his friend gone mad. This made Torvin even more ecstatic. "She might look tough and mean, but her heart is, surely fiery but warm and passionate", He assured, behind his eyes glew a evident pining for the woman that had not been away for even ten minutes yet. Fuck me, his friend was a fool, Sandor thought.
"You will learn to love her too", Torvin said, sounding as if he had seen the future. The taller man scoffed. The Lady had non the less lived in the same castle as him for years before getting married and escaping into the sunset with her husband. Sandor remembered her as impatient and spoiled girl, maybe not as egotistical as her siblings, but there was no doubt Saige was a Lannister.
"Sandor, you will have to look after her. I know I don't have long left, I can feel it. It is as my father died, he spoke of how his bones ached and the blood in his veins felt like it bubbled", the fear in Torvin's voice was evident, "When I'm not here, keep Saige close. Be there for her, my friend"
"Stop it! You stupid fucker, she won't want nothing to do with me, better that way"
"No she will like you, she will need someone to trust"
"Why the fuck would that be me? She has her family, bunch of lovely ladies in the court"
"I like you, you are my friend, a good one at that. She is much more like us than you realise. Just stay by her side, keep an eye at her", Torvin pleaded. Sandor looked at his friend, finally opening up to the idea that the marriage of the Lord and Lady Andor had been a happy one. Full of love.
"Aye, I'll try"
There was a smile, for a while two of them. Old friends taking a moment together, for what both knew to be the last time. The air tasted bitter sweet, warm wind blowing in from the outside.
"You have my blessing"
"You fucker, stop with that"
"I know you and I know my wife, it's just a guess. But I thought it would be nice to say it's ok. I won't haunt you… or maybe I will. Haven't decided yet"
