"Mommy? Can you tell me a story?" your daughter asked and you hummed. "What kind of story?" She gave you a toothy grin. "You and Daddy's story!" You chuckled softly as memories flooded your mind.

They caught up with you again. You ran to your tiny apartment and began throwing what little belongings you had into a bag. You had to get out of town and quickly. You'd been on the run and in hiding for months now, ever since you'd witnessed Robb Stark, the head of the Stark family, killed by the Frey family. They had seen you and you took off, hiding anywhere and everywhere you could. Now they had found you again.

You grabbed up your bag, tossed your burner phone, and made your way to the bus station. You had no idea where you would end up this time, and you really didn't care. As long as you got away with your head still intact.

The bus headed toward the city of King's Landing. A big bustling place where you hoped you could hide for a long time. Bigger cities meant more people, less chance of being found. Unfortunately for you, the bus broke down between Riverrun and King's Landing. You were stranded. Not just you, but everyone on the bus. So, it was either wait for the repair men or walk the rest of the way to King's Landing.

After sitting there for hours, you heard a sickly sweet voice that you recognized and it sent a shiver down your spine. It was one of Walder Frey's sons. They were looking for you. You swallowed back a groan and sank lower in your seat, pulling you cap further down over your eyes. Suddenly, you felt someone slide into the seat next to you. You glanced up to see a giant of a man.

The man turned to face you, slightly leaning over to shield you from the Frey. "Just go along," he rasped. You nodded slowly. You could tell that he was trying to make it look like the two of you were in the middle of kiss as the Frey man made his way up and down the aisle of the bus, undoubtedly looking for you. You held your breath as he passed by your seat and the strange man brought his scarred face closer to yours.

Your heart was pounding in your ears and you felt like you were going to throw up when the Frey passed by the seat again. You breathed a sigh of relief when he left the bus. The scarred man sat up and pulled you with him. "How did you know?" you squeaked out and his chuckled darkly. "I know the look. Ya were tryin' to hide." You nodded. "Yer not very good at it." You glared at him, but he simply shrugged. "Ya took the most obvious route. The bus."

You opened your mouth to argue, but realized he was right. "What are ya runnin' from anyway?" You took your bottom lip between your teeth, debating on whether or not you should tell him. He could choose to take you back to the Freys. Then again, he had just protected you from them. Taking a deep breath, you told him everything that had happened. He listened intently before sighing when you'd finished.

He stood up and gestured with his head for you to follow him off the broken-down bus. "Come on." You arched a brow. "Where are we going?" The man shrugged. "Don't know, but yer a sittin' duck here on this bus. We can hike for a few days ta King's Landing." Nodding slowly, you got up and followed him off the bus. After getting your bag from the driver, the two of you set off. "Wait!" you cried and stopped walking. He glanced over his shoulder at you. "I don't even know your name." He grunted slightly before answering, "Sandor. Sandor Clegane."

*time skip brought to you by Littlefinger's creepy smirk*

You stood there in the hotel room, your feet planted on the ground as you stared up at Sandor. The anger was evident on your face. Both of you had such strong personalities that you should have known that fights were inevitable. Neither of you wanted to admit that you were wrong and, even though you'd been traveling together for weeks, neither of you had learned when not to push the other one's buttons.

Now, there was a shouting match happening. That is, there was, until Sandor declared he'd had enough and stormed from the room. He let the cool night air hit him before he started walking. He needed to get away from you for a bit. He didn't want to hurt you, physically or emotionally. Although, before you, he wouldn't have even cared.

He hadn't intended for it to happen. His goal was just to get you to King's Landing where, hopefully, you'd be safe from the Freys. He hadn't counted on falling in love with you, but gods help him, you irked his nerves sometimes. Granted, he knew that you'd never feel the same. Who could love him? He was crude, violent, and ugly. A monster in the eyes of most people. So, he kept quiet about his feelings and tried to be content with being your protector.

As he walked, Sandor got lost in thought. As he thought the fight over, he realized that he was, in fact, in the wrong this time. And he had said some things that were harsh, borderline cruel. He ran his hand over his face and decided to turn around and walk back to the room.

When he returned, Sandor froze. The door was ajar and he knew that was not how he left it. Had he made you run off on your own? Sandor shook his head. There was no way you'd do that. You were far too afraid that the Freys would find you. Sandor got closer to the door and pushed it opened slowly. His eyes widened at the sight in front of him.

The room was in utter disarray. Obviously there had been a struggle. Sandor could see little drops of blood leading out of the room. He stepped back out and looked around. A streak of blood was intentionally swiped on the door frame, as if pointing in the direction you were going. You were leaving him clues to find you. Not that you need to. Sandor was an experienced hunter. He knew how to track, but he was grateful that you were making his job easier.

Sandor followed your trail of blood and pieces of fabric to a small town. Once there, he asked around to see if anyone had seen you. Lucky for him, one person had. Without meeting Sandor's gaze, the woman indicated the direction you had been taken. Sandor darted away as fear gripped him. He'd never been more afraid in his adult life as he was right at that moment. What if he didn't get to you in time?

Your trail ended at an old factory. Of course the Freys would be that cliché. Rather than just bursting in, Sandor decided to just sneak in and hopefully catch your assailants by surprise. Finding a entrance that wouldn't make so much noise, Sandor entered the factory. Hearing voices, Sandor found you easily enough.

You were suspended in the air and one of the men was brandishing a knife. "Walder didn't say anything about hurting you. He just wants you alive," the man sneered and the others around him laughed. Sandor could see the fear in your face and he felt his anger grow. He saw red.

"Let. Her. Go," he snarled, making the Frey men jump and face him. The Frey son, gestured with his head for his men to attack. Stupidly, they listened to their leader. Sandor punched and threw men out of his way, leaving damage with every step toward you and the Frey boy. At least the Frey had sense enough to drop the knife and try to run away. Sandor didn't let him.

He grabbed the boy by the collar of his shirt and pulled him back. "Ya go back ta yer father and tell him that if he ever comes near her again, I will personally see ta it that none of ya ever see the light of day again. Got it?" Sandor was growling with ever word, scaring the Frey even more. He nodded vigorously and Sandor dropped him. "Get out of here."

Once the Frey men were out of sight, Sandor let you down. He expected you to shove him away and run after what you'd seen him do. Instead, you wrapped your arms around him and held him tightly. Your body was shaking with sobs and Sandor instantly held you close to him. "Yer alright, little dove," he said softly. When you were calm, he spoke again, "'M sorry I left. It I hadn't..."

You shushed him. "It's not your fault," you said, "It's my own. I opened the door thinking it was you. You forgot your key when you left. I didn't bother to look. Thank you for coming to save me." You squeezed him a little tighter, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms. "I couldn't leave ya ta them. Ya mean too much ta me," he admitted. You looked up at him and smiled slightly. "I love you too, Sandor." You pressed up and kissed his lips.

"And they lived happily ever after," you finished your story and your daughter giggled. "So, Daddy is your prince?" You laughed and nodded. "Very much so." You had told her the story, leaving out all the truly violent parts, turning it into the fairytale she wanted to hear. "Yay for Daddy!"

"Why?' Sandor's gruff voice came from the door way. He unhooked his portable police radio and gun from his belt as your daughter ran over to him. "Daddy! You're home!" He scooped her up in his arms and gave her a little squeeze. "How's my girl?" She giggled. "Momma just told me the story of you. You're Mommy's prince." Sandor smiled and came over to you. " 'M no prince, but yer momma certainly is a princess." He kissed your cheek, making you laugh and roll your eyes.

"Daddy! Come play with me!" Sandor kissed you again before following your daughter over to hertoys. You watched from the doorway, running your hand over your stomach. Sandor glanced over and smiled at the sight. He had his you, he had his little princess, and now, his strapping young boy was the way. He would be forever grateful to whoever or whatever was the reason for him being on the bus that day.