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Epilogue

Sansa

3 months later…

The door to their bedroom burst open and Sansa sat up immediately, pulling a silken sheet to cover her nakedness. It was the dead of night and yet, as her senses began wake up becoming more sensitive to what was going on around her, she knew something was wrong.

"Sandor?" She called into the darkness, her eyes not yet adjusted to the dim light of the room.

He didn't have to say anything for her to know it was him, she knew him by scent alone. He carried with him the scent of spices, mixed with the faint smell of fresh dirt that always announced his presence before he came into view. They were uniquely his, and it put her at ease.

Sitting on the bed he embraced her, the studs of his armor pushing uncomfortably into her soft skin. "Stannis will be attacking King's Landing, he's coming via the Blackwater."

Sansa gasped, as if all the oxygen had just been stolen away from her. Suddenly her mind was alive with a million thoughts, questions and what ifs. But she couldn't know what his intentions were before she asked him this question, remembering their conversation on traitors only three months ago.

"Then you will be in the vanguard my love?" She hoped not, Stannis was not a man to wage war against.

A mirthless laugh escaped Sandor's lips. "Fuck the King." He spat out, much to her relief. "All I have worth fighting for is right here."

She kissed him again, happy they would not have to argue over things so trivial as staying to protect a King, who deserved to have his life snuffed out.

"Quickly get some things together for a trip, we're getting as far away from this shithole as we can before the Imp burns the bloody place to the ground."

Sansa could sense the fear in his voice, she knew fire was the only thing that could make his courage waiver. Running a finger down his face affectionately she jumped out of bed and ran for the small packet of things she had been storing for just such an occasion. Pulling on some black leather trousers, black tunic, some warm black leather jerkin and a head covering to disguise her hair she came back to him.

The confusion etched in his face meant he was processing the fact that she had gotten ready in far less time than it would have taken her to get prepared for a dinner or for court.

"You were preparing for this?" There was a proud smirk on his lips.

"Traitor's blood." She offered, smiling.

"That brother of yours, tell me you know where we can meet him." He stood, taking her by the arm and leading her through the back hallways of the castle.

"If we can make it to White Harbor, I can handle the rest." She answered him.

"You don't like to make things easy do you?" He leaned in and whispered. She knew White Harbor was far away, but it was in her lands, out of the reach of the Lannisters.

Smiling, she squeezed his hand as he lead her out to the stables and picked out the King's stallion from the bunch. It was a strong horse, one of the few that would be able to keep up with Stranger. Sandor helped her settle into the saddle and got atop his own mount.

He pulled his sword from its sheath and turned back to her, "Stay close to me."

She nodded. Sansa couldn't put her finger on it, but somehow she knew that everything would work out as it was intended. The gods had seen it fit to gift him to her and her to him. She would follow him wherever their journey would lead. As long as they were together, they would be strong.