Sandor Clegane x Reader

I'm sorry

In the morning I am lightly shaken awake. 

"Get up." Sandor orders in a rushed voice.

 I sit up. He stands. 

"The girl." He says. 

I notice she isn't around. He rushes over to look at the river. I run over. She's there. Practicing. I walk down to her behind Sandor. 

"The hell you doing?" He asks. 

"Practicing." She answers. 

"What, ways to die?" He mocks. 

"No one's going to kill me." She says confidently. 

"They will if you nance around like that." He explains. "That's no way to fight." 

"It's not fighting." She defends. "It's water dancing." She exclaims. 

"Dancing?" 

I look up. A big smile on his face. I smile too. I can't help it. 

"Maybe you ought to put on a dress." He jokes. "Who taught you that shite?" He asks. 

"The greatest swordsman who ever lived." She proclaims. "Syrio Forel, the First Sword to the Sealord of Braavos." She sounds proud. 

"Braavos." Sandor scoffs. 

I walk past them and squat by the stream. 

"Greasy-haired little bastard, I bet." He chuckles. "They all are." 

"What do you know about anything?" She questions. 

I splash water on my face. 

"I bet his hair is greasier than Joffrey's cunt." 

I stand up and stretch. 

"It was not." She defends. 

"Was? He dead?" 

"Yes." 

"How?" 

"He was killed." 

"Who by?" 

"Meryn Trant. That's why Ser Meryn-." 

"Meryn Trant?" 

I walk past them back to our stuff. I grab my sword. I walk back down past them. 

"Syrio didn't have a sword. Or armor. Just a stick." She defends. 

I hike my dress up and step out of my boots. I walk into the water. 

"The greatest swordsman who ever lived didn't have a sword?" He laughs. 

I stand still in the water. 

"Alright. You have a sword." 

My sword raises ready to stab any fish that come by. 

"Let's see what he taught you." He challenges. 

"Go on do it for your Braavosi friend." 

I look over and when I do I feel a fish brush past my foot. 

"Damn it," I grumble and focus on catching some fish. 

"Dead like all the rest of your friends." 

I hold my breath as one approach. I stab through the fish. I smile. I hold it up on my sword. 

"Haha!" I laugh. "I did it," I mumble to myself. 

I turn when I hear a smack from the arguing children. Arya lays on the ground and Sandor has Needle to her throat. 

"Sandor!" I call out as I run, splashing in the water.