GoT One-Shots!

Champion (Sandor Clegane x fem!Stark reader)

In your head, you were cursing your younger brother for incurring Cersei's wrath. You knew he had good reason and that he was just doing what he thought was right for your family, but you were angry all the same. It didn't seem that Robb had thought about the repercussions for you, Sansa or Arya when he decided to act against the Lannisters and Baratheons. Because of that, you found yourself being dragged before Joffrey and his mother.

"Y/N of House Stark, you stand accused of treason against His Grace, Joffrey Baratheon, first of his Name-" you cut off the septon. "I know the boy king's titles, thank you. As for the accusation of treason, you have already made up your minds. Let us be done with it." A smirk appeared on Cersei's face. "You wish to be executed like you father?" Your Stark grey eyes narrowed at her before a sly smile appeared on your face. "Of course not. However, I will not let my guilt or innocence be judged by you. I demand trial by combat, as is my right."

"Smarter than her father...very well. As you say, it is your right. And who shall be your champion?" Your chin jutted out as you replied, "I chose my half-brother, Jon Snow." Jon was an excellent swordsman and you knew he could win for you. However, Cersei shook her head. "No. The trial shall be held tomorrow. We will not wait for Ned Stark's bastard to come from the Wall." You crossed your arms under your breasts and scowled briefly, making the smirk on Cersei's smug face deepen.

"Ser , will you stand for your king?" Cersei asked a knight in the Kingsguard, surprising everyone. You all assumed she would request for the Mountain to be her champion. Then, it dawned on you that she wasn't taking you seriously. She believed one of two things. Either that no one would agree to be your champion, or whoever did, would lose quickly. That angered you to no end. You certainly weren't going down without a fight.

You straightened to your full height and, without taking your eyes from Cersei, you spoke. In a loud and clear voice, you declared, "The Queen Regent has determined her champion. I ask one of you to stand up and be mine. Fight for me. The sister of Robb Stark, the King in the North." Your gaze never wavered as you waited for someone, anyone, to speak up. But you weren't prepared for who would volunteer. "I'll do it."

Your eyes widened in surprise when you heard Sandor's voice. King Joffrey's sworn shield had just agreed to be your champion in your trial. You couldn't help but chuckle at the irony. Silence permeated the room. No one else could believe it either. After a moment, Joffrey cleared his throat. The sound echoed through the room. "Very well. The trial shall take place tomorrow. Clegane, escort her to a cell." He rose from the throne and left quickly with Cersei right behind.

The crowd moved out of the way as you and Sandor made to leave the room. When the doors closed behind you, you glanced up at him. "Why did you agree to fight for me?" Your voice was the softest it had been since you'd lost your father. It was so quiet, Sandor almost didn't hear you. "Ya stood up to Cersei Lannister. Ya deserve a fair trial and that was the only way ya were gonna get one." You nodded, a slight smile forming on your lips. "Thank you. Even if you fail, I shall praise your kindness and courage to the gods." Sandor didn't respond and you didn't push it. You knew he needed to focus.

The next day, after a sleepless night, you were escorted from your cell to where the trial by combat would take place. You couldn't stop yourself from biting your lip and wringing your hands in nervousness. If, for some reason, Sandor was defeated, you would be next. You would join your father in death. If he was victorious, you would leave King's Landing and find Robb.

You stood there with shackles on your hands and feet. You took a moment to pray that Sandor would win. While you kept a brave face, especially in front of Cersei, you were frightened. You didn't want to die. You were brought back to reality when you heard the sound of metal striking metal. The trial had begun. You could feel Cersei glaring at you the entire time, not even watching the duel between your champions. From where you stood, you could see the strain and fear on the knight's face. No one wanted to fight against the Hound. Sandor was moving gracefully as he swung his sword. He was in complete control of his movements, something that came with years of practice. You only hoped that practice paid off.

The trial seemed to go on forever, but it was really only a few minutes before it was over. Sandor ran his sword through the knight whose name you couldn't remember. The knight fell to the ground in a pool of his own blood and Sandor knelt before Joffrey before he walked over to you. Joffrey stood slowly, rage painted on his face. It looked like he wanted nothing more than to kill you himself.

However, Tywin Lannister placed a warning hand on his grandson's shoulder. Joffrey took a deep breath and said, "The gods have decreed that Y/N of House Stark is innocent of treason. She is free to go." The guards unlocked your chains and you grinned, rubbing your wrists. You sarcastically bowed to him and made your way to your old chambers. You were vaguely aware of Sandor's footsteps following you.

You immediately began packing your belongings, ready to leave the city as quickly as possible. Sandor waited in your doorway. "Thank you," you told him. You stopped what you were doing to look at him. He shrugged. "Best hurry, girl. Ya don't want ta give them reason ta keep ya here." You nodded and went back to packing. "You should come with me." Sandor smirked and moved further into the room. Reaching behind the door, he produced a bag of his own. "I planned ta. Somebody's got ta keep an eye on ya."