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[drymushroomfics]

Fraye Hill of House Lannister

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Chapter Twenty Five

Sandor's been riding for weeks. He's only half way to Clegane Keep by now. There's a price on his head after abandoning his post and he's had to be cautious. Men have already tried to kill him at two different taverns for the bounty. He gutted every last one of them. He stays out of taverns now and only takes back roads and short cuts, staying off main trails.

He did manage to hear useful information out of the men at those taverns. He heard them talk of Tywin Lannister and his army showing up and defeating Stannis Baratheon. He heard that his brother was by his side, as well. Which can only mean that Fraye is alone. He almost wants to thank the gods for the peace she must have without him. If she's still alive, that is. Sandor takes in a breath, stopping by a river so his horse can drink and rest for a short while. He's been working Stranger day and night to get to Fraye as quick as possible. He isn't sure how much she's suffered but he knows she's suffered more than she ever should have. He leaves Stranger tied up near the river and heads into the trees close by. He pulls out a dagger, stalking out any animal he can find. He's barely eaten in days and he knows he's got to keep his strength. It doesn't take him long before he's made camp long enough to skin and cook a small grey rabbit he had found. He gnaws at it like a beast, chewing on the meatless bones now. He throws the bones to the ground, leaning back against a tree. He can feel the tiredness wearing his body but he knows he must keep going. He's spent so long of his life only fueled by selfish anger that he had no idea caring for someone could push him to do so much more and allow him to feel and be so much more. He hates it and loves it. It's the most foreign feelings he's ever had. He stands up, putting out the fire and gathering his things. Back on Stranger, he drifts off into thought. He thinks about the first time he saw Fraye. The way she looked at him with no fear and only kindness. She was the most beautiful person he'd ever laid eyes on. She still is to him. He thinks about the fact that he may truly lose her now and if he hasn't, he'll find a way to rid Gregor from her hand and wrap his around hers instead. He wants her to be a Clegane by him and not his monster of a brother.

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Fraye takes a deep breath, Raine helping her stand. Fraye has been trying to strengthen herself up as much as she can. The maester supplied her with creams and bandages to heal the boiled burns on her skin. Raine has been applying them to her every morning. What once was raw red flesh, is now scabbed over red flesh. It isn't much of an improvement but it's better than infection. Fraye knows she'll be left with horrid scaring every where. It'll make her and Sandor twins. Fraye's sadness has turned to anger as the days passed. She felt anger for herself and anger for Sandor. She believes she's able to understand him now. She knew Gregor would be a ruthless husband but the thought of someone who is supposed to be your partner until death hurting you and disfiguring you in such a way is revolting. She has nothing but pure hatred for him and she hopes one day she'll put a knife through his heart or burn him alive and watch him scream. Nothing would bring her more joy and she's sure that Sandor would revel in the same feeling. Sitting in the dining hall, she eats her breakfast slowly. She thinks about Sandor, worry still washing over her after all this time. She knows there's a price on his head after leaving Kingslanding. She knows he can handle himself but she wants to pray that he'll make it soon. She feels as though she's starting to go mad, sitting here. She's glad to have Gregor gone. It's the only ease of her days. But still, she sits alone all day with her thoughts, memories, and daydreams. Sandor has occupied most of her passing thoughts but sometimes, she thinks of Jamie. She wonders about his well being. The last she saw of him was when Joffrey forced him into the dungeons. She knows Cersei would never allow his death but that doesn't mean Joffrey can't do horrid things to him. She always believed Jamie was good. He stood up to his own family for her well being for as long as she could remember. She thinks of sending him a Raven but she knows Joffrey won't let him receive it. She hates the cruel cunt of a child she grew up with. She'd give anything to see Joffrey and Gregor burn so that she and anyone else that they've tormented may live in peace.

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@rescueing.  (  liked.  )

        a hand was extended, fingers outstretched to envelope the much smaller palm of the woman set before him. ever the GENTLEMAN in the face of someone with as much stature as she, given the level of integrity he’d witnessed both in writing & in person.

                “      miss potts. it’s a pleasure to finally be able to sit down with                      you.     i wanted to personally come in, see how things were                      going  with  the    PROJECT    wayne enterprises    &    stark                      industries were collaborating on. do you have a moment ?      ”

[leavemethewayiwasbefore]

Oh My GOD!! I need to get excited with someone!!

fightingforanimals would get excited with me!

So my whippet is sad after our other dog died, she's pining for her and is so lonely, so my dad came to pick me up to go to the rescue centre.

And when we got there the man recognised my dog by it's markings, asked her pedigree, and it turns out he had my whippet’s mum’s mum’s mum - her great granny Millie and he told us about her great grandad (a retired show dog or something he rehomed). So The Whipppet got to meet her Great Gran and hang out for a bit like she does with her mum and Gran. Anyway, that's not the exicting bit, that's just the interesting bit. Like what is the changes of that?

Then has luck would have it, a whippet is coming in on Monday and is only fifteen weeks old. It needs rehoming asap and they don’t want to keep it in the centre because it will be scared of all the bigger dogs, staffies and the like. Whippets temperaments don't go well in centres they're so timid and soft. So we’re going to check it out Monday at 3 and I hope to have rehomed a whippet and then that poor baby doesn't have to spend a night in that place.

I also got her new collar which looks fab though was costly.