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[sugar-lolya]

Anything can be cured.

Sandor Cligan x reader

Chapter 3

The sun had already risen into the sky, and horses were neighing in the courtyard. The formidable man was engaged in saddling horses, he did all this quickly and steadily, because he had been the head groom of Winterfell for more than one year.

Krystal stood next to her horse and fed her carrots before the hard work. He is tall and strong, as befits his breed. His fur was as white as snow and glistened like fresh ice. The horse was loaded with several sacks, and on one side of the Crystal was a small travel bag, and on the other was a silver sickle.

After finishing the caresses, the girl deftly jumped onto the harnessed horse. Kicking his sides lightly, Crystal moved forward. As she rode up to the castle gates, she saw the retreating squad led by Robert and Eddard. Without wasting a second, the girl trotted to the front of the line. Crystal thought that the party was too numerous for a normal hunt, because there was no need to attract unnecessary attention and make unnecessary noises, although if it was necessary for Robert's safety, she was fine with it. The girl noticed that the king had lost his former form, but she knew that these were the consequences of his royal life.

When she finally caught up with Ned and Robert, the girl beamed. Crystal was glad that the seven had brought their trio together again. The girl's face changed abruptly, the joy disappeared as if it had never been, replaced by concern. "Be careful… The girl said, "a group of twilight cats were recently seen in the forest." Crystal had a bad feeling about this day, and she decided not to go far into the thicket. She knew that Robert would not listen to her, but if not, he would probably think about her words. The king burst out laughing, "Crystal, Ned and I are not like Cats, we can take down a dragon. So you don't have to worry." Robert said and smiled reassuringly. Having once again repeated her fears, the girl kicked her horse and galloped into the forest, leaving the detachment behind her.

When she reached the right place, Crystal stopped and easily dismounted from her horse. She loosened the girths, patted the horse's neck, and went in search of the necessary herbs. The business was in full swing, the girl was genuinely surprised by the number of plants she needed. There were usually two or even three times as less.

For the next hour, Crystal worked tirelessly. But suddenly, an unusual sound was heard in the wilderness of the forest. The girl stopped working, straightened up and listened to the silence. The sound came even louder and clearer, screams for help, all that Crystal could make out, but it was enough for her to start acting. Cursing, the girl quickly gathered her things and ran towards the Blizzard. The horse was still grazing on the lawn. Crystal ran over, put everything she had packed into her bags, tightened the girth straps, and jumped into the saddle. Grabbing the reins with her hands, Crystal sent the horse forward. The blizzard, as befits its name, was rushing through the thicket at an Incredible speed. With each leap, the screams became clearer, it was a man and a young man. When the last tens of meters were left before the screamers, the girl took out a bow and arrow, ready to shoot at any moment. Flying out of the forest into the clearing, Crystal saw a terrible picture. Three twilight cats surrounded the Crown Prince and the Hound, the animals made eerie guttural growls, indicating the outcome of this event. The man stood in front with a sword at the ready, his shoulder was torn and scarlet blood was pouring out of it. The grass beneath him was turning more and more purple. The young man was sitting on the grass unharmed, but scared to hell.

Pulling the bowstring, Crystal shot at one beast and hit it in the neck. The cat immediately began to hiss and squirm in pain. The other two turned to the girl and headed in her direction. Before Crystal could get the next arrow, something huge and snow-white jumped out of the dense bushes. Quickly rushing past the girl, it clung to one of the animals. Undeterred, the girl shot at the remaining one. The two wounded animals whimpering and ran back into the forest. But the one who was grabbed by the white thing went limp on the ground, blood spurting from his neck.

The silhouette of an Ice Fox loomed out of the white spot, it seemed to consist of ice, but the tips of its paws, ears and tail were black as coal. Their kind almost disappeared from Westeros, but those who remained lived exclusively behind the Wall. Jumping off her horse, Crystal went up to the beast and gently patted it behind the ear. From the caress of the mistress, the fox curled his bloody muzzle in the semblance of a smile. Looking back, the girl saw the bewilderment on the faces of the victims, but noticing the man's injury, she went to him.

"Sir Clegane, please take a seat by this tree, you clearly need medical attention," the girl says, pointing to a wide tree. "I'm not a fucking Sir, and I don't need your fucking help!" the Dog growls like an animal, either in pain or anger. Crystal ignored his objections, taking his whole hand and sitting him down under a tree. Summoning a horse with things and taking everything she needed, the girl began to carry out the necessary machinations. After treating the wound with alcohol, Kristall began to sew it up, and throughout the entire process, the Hound's face did not show a single emotion. When she was done helping, the girl looked up at the man, his face showing annoyance. Involuntarily, Crystal reached for the inviting scar on his face. A jerk, and the girl's hand is in the grip, "What the hell are you doing?!" - his voice turned into a growl. Releasing her hand from his grasp, Crystal gave the man a soft smile, "I'm sorry, si.., Sandor… I didn't mean to offend you, I hope you feel better," the girl got to her feet and looked around, the silhouettes of Robert, Ned and the rest of the squad could be seen in the distance. Joffrey was still sitting on the grass, but when he saw them approaching, he abruptly jumped up in his feet and shouted, "Father, this place is terrible, the whole North is teeming with monsters and monsters, just now I was almost eaten by a whole pack of Twilight Cats!". Crystal and Sandor rolled their eyes at the same time, won't find a more moody boy in all of Westeros.

Upon arriving, the squad tensed, seeing Buran, Robert shouted the order to "Raise your swords" - horror flashed in his eyes. Eddard raised his hand, urging everyone to calm down. Dismounting from his horse, he approached Crystal, looked into her eyes with a fire of confidence, while stroking the Buran on the head. His words were quiet, so that only Crystal could hear him, "I'm going to King's Landing, I'll be the hand of the king. You're needed there, too, for Robert, me, Sansa, and Arya. You will also make medicines for the king and his family personally. Are you willing to help us, but if you don't want to, you can stay here in Winterfell…". "I agree, anything for you," Crystal said and hugged her brother tightly.

To be continued

[sugar-lolya]

Anything can be cured.

Sandor Cligan x reader

Chapter 2

Preparations for the king's visit to Winterfell were in full swing, food and drinks were only delivered to the castle, and the celebration threatened to be memorably noisy. The king's arrival would have been fun, but troublesome, and yet Crystal was saddened by the news of the death of the man who replaced her father. But just like Ned, she did not show her emotions to others, they seemed joyful and happy in front of the others.

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The king drives into the gates of Winterfell, followed by guards and a large carriage decorated with gold and lions carved on it. Robert clumsily dismounted from his horse and approached the crowd of northerners. All at once knelt down and lowered their heads as a sign of respect for the ruler. A beautiful woman of about thirty got out of the carriage first, followed by her children, two boys and a girl, their distinctive feature was bright gold-colored hair.

Robert looked at the people bowing in front of him, returning his gaze to Ned and Crystal standing to his right, motioned for them to rise. After exchanging glances, you got to your feet, and all the other people followed you. There was an awkward silence, Robert looked sternly, first at Ned, then at the Crystal. And suddenly he burst out laughing loudly, and hugged you two to him: "Ned, Crystal, how many years have passed since our last meeting, it's been a hundred years, sitting on the throne, time begins to flow more slowly. "After releasing you from the tight bear hug, the king looked at you joyfully.

"If my memory serves me correctly, it's been ten years, the last time we saw each other was at your wedding," the Lord of the North replied in a calm voice, but a note of joy seeped through the calmness.

"Ned, I want to visit the crypt now," Robert replied in a calmer voice. "As Your Grace wishes… Bring the torch!" - they retreated into the crypt together.

For the next few hours, the guests settled into their assigned rooms. It was time for the feast, the northerners and southerners were sitting at the tables, waiting for the king to appear. Finally, the king and queen entered the massive wooden doors, Ned and Caitlin, followed by Crystal, followed by the children in pairs from Stark and Lannister. After passing through the hall, the families sat down at the main table, the king announced the beginning of the feast and a joyful murmur swept through the hall, the room was filled with noise. Everyone was drinking, eating and chatting.

Crystal wondered why John was not sitting with them at the main table, according to Caitlin, "The Bastard has nothing to do at the same table with the king," partly the woman considered this statement true, but her conscience gnawed at her, because she was luckier than him. She could have been recognized as a bastard in childhood, thanks to the persuasions of the children, Rickard Stark agreed to name her Stark.

"Crystal," Robert said to her, "you're already an adult girl, but you still don't have a husband, maybe Ned and I will find you a suitable groom! "- the king roared with wild laughter, Ned put his hand on his friend's shoulder - "Your Grace, are you sure of your decision? Crystal is an adult and can decide for herself who she should marry," the two friends exchanged knowing glances, Robert turned to the girl, shame showed on his face, "I'm sorry, Crystal, I didn't mean to offend you, but I'm really worried about your future…"

"Your Grace, you have nothing to apologize for, I understand your concern, but I hasten to inform you that if I find the one, I will immediately inform you," Crystal took a small sip of spiced wine from her cup, "Please forgive me, but I'd better go get some fresh air, for it's too stuffy for me here," the girl stood up, curtsied as a sign of tribute to the king and walked slowly but confidently towards the exit.

It was fresh and cool outside, but the girl, who had lived in the north all her life, could not be touched by this. Crystal stood on one of the castle walls, looking into the distance. The sun has already set and dusk has fallen on Winterfell. The girl loved to see off sunsets and meet sunrises, it already seemed like a kind of ritual or hobby. Crystal thought about what the king had said, she knew that she should have been married a long time ago, but for a reason known only to others, she was unlucky. All the men who offered their hand and heart to her were either young narcissists or rich old men. Crystal was not satisfied with such a future, so she wanted to marry for love, although it was very unlikely.

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In the early morning, when the sun began to lick the earth with its rays, Crystal was already on her feet. She wore a white fur coat with white fur, gloves and boots, also lined with fur. Sometimes she had to go to the forest to replenish her supply of medicinal herbs. Although she was the sister of a lord, she did not like the prerogative of always loafing, so about 15 years ago she began to be interested in herbology, medicine and alchemy.

When she came out into the courtyard, she smiled slightly at the blissful silence. But suddenly there was a sharp sound. After walking deep into the castle grounds and coming out onto an empty area, Crystal saw Ser Rodrik, Robb, John, Bran, the two sons of the king, their servants and a man with the nickname "Dog". At the moment, there was a sword fight between Bran and Tommen, as far as she knew, that was the name of Robert's youngest son, and Joffrey, the elder, whom Crystal knew from Sansa's stories. The girl seemed to be obsessed with this boy. The woman did not like him, he was too proud and arrogant.

Coming closer, she greeted and curtsied towards the princes. At that moment, Bran knocked the sword out of Tommen's hands and ran gleefully to his brothers. The prince, dressed too warmly, because of the huge amount of clothes, could not get up from the ground, lying slightly twitching in attempts to get up. The maid quickly flew up to him and took his hands and lifted him up.

"Prince Joffrey, Robb," Ser Rodrik announced, "Now it's your turn, a new duel will begin," waving his hand towards the empty playground.

Smiling, Robb stepped forward, hot and sweaty from previous fights. "With pleasure"

Stepping forward from his entourage, Joffrey grimaced in a grimace of boredom, "Ser Rodrik, how much longer are we going to play children's games." The middle-aged man strained, inviting his gray sideburns with his fingers, "But you are children," the master of arms replied in an even voice. The Crown Prince arrogantly turned up his nose, "Robb, I may be a child, but I am the heir to the Iron throne. And I'm tired of simulating real sword fights." Ser Rodrik pondered, "And what do you suggest, real swords? ". "Gladly," Robb shouted, "only then will you regret your decision." Ser Rodrik, looking from the Robb to Geoffrey, sighed, "Real steel is too dangerous for you, you can take training swords with blunt edges."

Pushing aside the princes' servants, a tall man with an old burn on his face came up, "Who are you to argue with the prince about what to do and what not to do," the man looked very annoyed and was clearly hostile towards the old sir. "I am Ser Rodrik Cassel, master of the weapons of Winterfell, and I strongly recommend that you do not forget this, because I do my job - I educate knights." The old man's face turned a reddish hue, his eyes narrowed, and then turned into a thin thread. "More like women," the Dog spat out another taunt.

"Ser Rodrik," Robb turned to the man, "Can I do this, I can win it." The Sire turned to face the boy, "Then take the tournament sword," he and his decisions were adamant.

"Then we'll meet when you grow up, I hope soon, and not in old age," Joffrey spat out a sarcastic statement, his entire entourage laughed together, only the Dog stood with an emotionless face. Robb's aggressive curses rang out all over the courtyard, a little more and he would have attacked the Crown Prince with his fists, but a light female hand rested on his shoulder.

"Robb, my boy, calm down. It is not necessary to descend to such a low level in order to match the aggressor. The tongue can be very sharp, but not like a steel sword. Don't forget that. " - a slight smile touched Crystal's lips, she knew exactly what she was saying and how it would affect this or that person, I don't think you could call it a gift, rather simple erudition.

The Crown Prince turned purple with anger, but could not resist anything, "Tommen, let's get out of here! "all he could get out of himself was to turn around and turn his nose up and leave with his entourage.

Smiling warmly at the boys and Ser Rodrick, Crystal went on about her business.

It may have seemed to you, but you caught a glimpse of how, after your barb at the Crown Prince, his stern guard's face twitched into a terrifying grin, if you could call it that. Although the Dog scared many just by its appearance, Crystal was only interested and curious about it. What must have happened to a person in order for him to reach such a state.

Today Robert and Eddard are supposed to go hunting in the nearest forests, Crystal did not expect such an outcome of events, so she was going to go with them to control everything. No one should know her little secret.…

To Be Continued...

[sugar-lolya]

About the main character

"Everything can be cured" :

Personal data:

Name: Crystal (Chris)

Last name: Stark

Parents: Rickard and Liara Starkey

Brothers and sister: Brandon, Eddard, Lianna, Benjen Starkey

Age: 25 years old

Gender: Female

Orientation: Heterosexual

Biological species: human, Northerner

Appearance:

Height: 178 cm (5, 8 ft)

Weight: 60 kg (132 lbs)

Hair color: light brown (milk tea)

Eye color: blue-white

Attributes:

Silver Eye Mask

Embroidery on the raincoat

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A pet:

A totemic animal:

Clothes:

In the North

In King's Landing

[sugar-lolya]

Anything can be cured.

Sandor Cligan x reader

(Hello dear reader. I am a newbie writer, why don't judge harshly:) I hope the story came out not bad for the first time. But I will be glad to all your comments (recommendations/advice), which I will take into account in the future. I won't keep you any longer, have a nice read.)

Chapter 1

The North is cold and harsh. Many newcomers cannot even live there, let alone stay. The Northerners are the only ones who can survive in this chilling cold. And they are led by the equally great Stark family, who have ruled the North for hundreds of years. But sometimes you don't have to be born a Stark to be one....

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Winterfell Castle. It stands on a hot spring, and the water runs down its mighty walls like blood through your veins. It is as old as the wall that towers over all of Westeros. But the castle has not been abandoned for so long. On the contrary, it is teeming with life.

The fierce clang of swords sounds in the courtyard, accompanied by cheering shouts, the neighing of horses and the howling of the harsh North wind. Inside the castle there is the usual bustle, everyone is busy with business. Even the lord's children, the boys are practicing swordsmanship. And the girls are working in the upper room at the top of the tower.

-Aunt Kris, please tell one of those 'camping' stories again, I can't stand this nasty embroidery class. I'm worse at it than Sansa anyway. - a nine year old girl whimpered, if she had her way, this would be the last place she'd show up. Her interests were at odds with those of other little girls. She didn't like embroidery or playing with dolls, but she enjoyed shooting, swordfighting, and horseback riding. But none of those things were available to her.

-"Arya, my girl, you've heard these stories thirty times, and the septa doesn't like it when I tell them to you. You know how she feels about cruelty and violence, and my stories are full of it,” the girl replied, keeping her eyes on her embroidery: she was holding her own cloak, which she had been working on for weeks. It showed Winterfell, flanked by a dark gray draug and a fox. Most of the fur was white as snow, except for the ears, paws, and tip of the tail. They were black as night, and the eyes were like two small pieces of ice, just like the owner of the cloak. She didn't really like embroidery, but it was better than dealing with the colors and patterns she had left behind.

The girl turned around, looking at the elderly woman, Septa Mordain, once again praising the work of the eldest Stark daughter. A dozen girls crowded around Sansa, also praising her embroidery. Only Arya and Crystal did not participate in this “henhouse,” as the little Lady Stark called it.

Rolling her eyes, the girl turned around, turning her gaze back to her aunt: - "Please!" - Arya whispered, making her expression as pitiful as she could.

Crystal sighed, put the embroidery aside and raised her hands in surrender with a smile: "Okay, okay, but just one last time. So, what story does my little she-wolf want to hear this time?" - The girl sat closer and gently touched the girl's hair.

-"That one about you and your father,"- Arya's eyes lit up, and she fidgeted nervously in her seat as she waited for the story to be told.

"A long time ago, when your father was about ten years old and he had just become a student of John Arena at the Eagle's Nest. One day, he and his friend Robert went hunting in the nearby forest. Of course, they weren't allowed to go alone, and they sent a whole squad with them to help with the hunt. Your father didn't like such senseless noisy gatherings, so he separated from the group and went hunting on his own. At some point, Ned heard a strange sound that was not typical of the forest. He headed in that direction and came across a stream flowing down from one of the many mountains. He looked around and saw a basket being carried along the stream, and from it came the sound of a child crying. He dropped all his weapons and rushed into the stream in front of him without hesitation. At the last moment, he managed to grab the basket and pull it out. He returned, clutching the basket tightly in his hands. I stopped crying and looked at my savior's face with interest. Soon Robert and his servants found him and took him back to the Eagle's Nest. Already there, Ned called me Stark and gave me the name Crystal, after the color of my white skin and light brown hair"… Her story was interrupted by Arya's scream.

-"And my father said that he named you after your eyes, because they looked like crystal clear waters."- The girl blurted it out in one breath and looked at her aunt with a satisfied look, but the smile quickly disappeared when she saw the expression on her face.

Crystal looked very gloomy, thoughtfully staring at the wall. Arya realized that she had blurted out too much and was already thinking hard about the words of apology. When suddenly Septa called out to them,- "Arya, show me what you've done!" - The woman came over and snatched the work out of her hands. -" Again, everything is crooked and askew, your hands are not made for sewing, these are the hands of a carpenter."

Crystal looked up at the septa and crossed her arms over her chest in protest. As she approached, she snatched Arya's work out of the old woman's hands and began to study each stitch carefully. -" I don't think so, she has potential, but if you notice only the bad in your work every time, then you will never get good." - putting the embroidery on the table and taking her finished cloak, Crystal left the room, Arya jumped out after her. The septa's scream echoed throughout the tower. Upon hearing it, Arya distills the Crystal and gets lost in the countless corridors of Winterfell.

On the move, putting on a cloak, the girl leaves the tower and goes to the Godswood. After passing through the high arch, Crystal saw her brother Lord sitting on a stone under one of the weirwood trees. Coming closer, she nodded in greeting and sat down next to him. Eddard was diligently sharpening his family's sword "Ice". None of them dared to interrupt the silence, because they did not want to end the already few moments of calm.

After a while, Catelyn joined them. The expression on her face and the black letter in her hands did not bode well. As she got closer, she hesitated, trying to find the words. -" Ned, Crystal… bad news has come from King's Landing, I'm very sorry, John Arryn died… "- there was a tense silence, people sitting in mute horror stared at Catelyn. -" I know how important he was to you because you grew up with him, and he replaced your father with a Crystal… But there is something else in the letter… The King and his family are going north to Winterfell to visit you." - Catelyn gave the letter to Ned so that he would be convinced of the truth of his words. Looking at each other, the brother and sister smiled slightly. They had a good relationship with Robert, and as children, Ned and Robert took care of the newborn Crystal.

To be continued…

[sugar-lolya]

He replaced her father, helped her in her time of need, taught her about life.... it's beautiful.