Ok, I know that I have taken months to update this last chapter, but I just... I couldn't bring myself to finish the story. I couldn't! I was getting everything wrong, and I wanted the perfect ending, and I wasn't happy. Until now.

It has been wonderful to write this story, and so much fun! And I loved all of your revididn't you guys have been great readers! Thank you for accompanying me through this (as many of you called it) emotional roller coaster. What a ride!

I'll continue to write fan fiction, I have two more fanfics of the ASOIAF universe, if any of you are interested.

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Nobles from all over the world had arrived at King's Landing in the previous days to be part of what was being celebrating in the capital, and with them, smallfolk and bards and people from across the Narrow Sea also came. They all had the same reason to be in that place at that exact time: the Queen had finally decided to take a husband.

The lucky man hadn't been an extremelly wealthy lord or some extravagant prince, no. The chosen one had been none other that Ser Jorah Mormont. The man, though once banished by te Queen, had reapeared in her life many years ago and she had forgiven him his mistake, but it hadn't been until now that she had declared her true feelings for him, feelings that everyone knew that Ser Jorah also had since many, many years ago.

Sandor and Sansa, Jon and Ygritte, Arya and Gendry and their families had been invited as guests of honor, for their were closer to the Queen than all the other nobles in all of Westeros. They all watched proudly as the now somewhat elderly man and the beautiful Mother of Dragons made their vows before the septon to the Seven. While watching the ceremony, Sansa couldn't but remember her own wedding, more than a decade ago. The memory brought a smile to her face: it had been in Winterfell, and it had been beautiful. She had been radiant, and Sandor had been awfully nervous. Recalling it almost made her giggle, and it caught her husband's attention, who watched her from the corner of his eye.

"What are you laughing at, little bird?" he asked with a low rasp, trying to speak as low as possible to not call anyone's attention. He didn't want to anger the Queen at her own wedding.

Sansa shook her head. "Nothing" was all she said, and Sandor raised an eyebrow. She could sense that he was curious and didn't believe that it was nothing, so she spoke again also as lowly as possible. "I was remembering or wedding."

She could see a small smile forming on Sandor's face, twisting the burned side of his face.

"What is so funny about that?" he wondered, and Sansa shrugged a little bit.

"You were very nervous."

"Well, I was about to marry the most beautiful woman in the entire buggering world, of course I was a bit shaky!"

Sansa wanted to kiss him, but that right there would be unproper, in the Queen's wedding in front of so many people. She would have to wait until they were out of that place to be able to cover her husband with kisses. She felt immensely happy that day...

"Mother, Father" Sanjay whispered then from Sandor's side, and they both looked at him. Sanjay brought a finger to his mouth: "Sssshhh..."

"You're right, now shut up" Sansa agreed, and she didn't said another word, and neither did Sandor. They stood still and quiet as statues, just like everyone else around them and their children at their sides.

Besides Sanjay was stading Agnes, dressed in a beautiful yellow silk dress. Besides Sansa stood Alyss, wearing a dress that was exact in design to her sister's but grey of colour. They had grown to be fine young ladies, just like their mother, thought that didn't stop them from acting like their aunt Arya from time to time. Alyss was holding Catelyn's hand in her own: the baby had become a beautiful toddler of three years old, with shiny auburn locks and the same dark grey eyes as her father and sisters. Sanjay stood tall and strong besides his father, not being a boy anymore but a young man of ten and eight. He was wearing a white doublet and blue cloak over his shoulders, and he had the strong look in his Tully-blue eyes of a fierce warrior.

After proudly watching her entire family around her, Sansa turned her attention back to the wedding. Daenerys and Ser Jorah had just finished speaking their vows, and were now sealing their union with a kiss. The entire Sept of Baelor filled with applause for the Queen and new King, and many cheered happily.

"Finally, I thought I would have to be standing here for another buggering hour!" Sansa heard Sandor rasp under his breath, and she was about to scold him when she heard Agnes muttering Yuck! and making a face when she saw Daenerys and Ser Jorah kissing, and Sansa couldn't help it; she started laughing so badly that even though she was aware that everyone around her was staring, she did not care.

There was to be a Tourney in honor of the newlyweds. Sansa hadn't been in a tourney in so long, so many years, that she could barely remember. All the tourneys she had attended had been in King's Landing when she was either with her father or prisoner, back in those days when she was so naive and so young. Because she wanted to avoid those awful memories from those dark times, she usually avoided anything that reminded her of them... Until now. She was free now, free of the ghosts from her past. Her soul felt so relieved, and at peace... It was like breathing pure air again after a long time of breathing poisoned air filled with dust and smoke.

So now, there she was, back again in King's Landing after so many years, and she was again attending a tourney. Though this time, she was really happy and excited about it, for it was her son's first joust ever. For many years, Sanjay had refused to participate in one of those tourneys. He had the prejudiced notion that they were events for knights, and he hated all things that had to do with knights, so he had never been encouraged to joust like all the other young noblemen did. Sandor had never pressured his son to participate, because he understood him perfectly, but the time had finally come when Sanjay decided to give it a try.

Sansa sat very excited with her three daughters and her husband. Alyss was sitting at Sansa's left while Agnes sat at Sandor's right, and little Catelyn was sitting on Sandor's lap, happily smiling and excited about the tourney.

Although Sansa was excited, she was also incredibly nervous and she could feel her stomach twisting. Feeling her nervousness, Sandor raised his hand and gently and lovingly caressed her soft cheek with it.

"Don't be afraid, little bird" he said "Sanjay will be alright."

"How can you be sure about that?"

"Don't you forget whose son he is, and he's a wolf" Sandor reminded her. Somehow, that seemed to make everything alright. "He'll do great, you'll see."

Sansa smiled, trusting her husband's words. She looked into his dark grey eyes, and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Then the tourney started.

Sanjay wasn't one of the first jousters, so Sansa didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, she searched with her eyes for her son, and found him preparing while he awaited his turn. His horse was already ready, and his squire was helping him with his armor. It was bright blue, as always. He hadn't left the identity of the Blue Jay behind, because he said that it was part of who he was, a mask behind hitch he felt safe. Now, Sanjay said that he could wear that name with pride.

His turn came, and his squire helped him putting on his bird-shaped helm, already well-known all through Westeros. Then he mounted his horse, and his squire gave him his lance. Sanjay's opponent was ready as well. It was a Lannister man, a few years older than Sanjay, with broad shoulders and well built. Sansa couldn't remember his name, but she did recognize him as a very fierce warrior who had earned quite a reputation in the last years.

At her side, Sandor snorted.

"Perfect, a Lannister... Our boy will enjoy crushing that fucker."

Sansa hit him with her elbow on the ribs. How many times did she have to tell him not to use that foul language in the presence of their daughters?!

"Don't worry, mother" Agnes said, clearly knowing what was going through Sansa's mind. "We are quite used to it now."

Sandor grinned, and Sansa rolled her eyes.

The tourney started, and both Sanjay and the Lannister man charged against one another. They met in the middle of the jousting arena, and their lances crashed against each other's armor. Bits and pieces of wood flew everywhere, and many people gasped. The Lannister man was still sitting on his horse's saddle, but Sanjay was struggling to stay on his. His left foot had slipped off the stirrup, but his right foot was still in his place and Sanjay's hands were holding hard to the reins and the horse's mane, so he was left almost hanging from the right side of the animal.

Sandor stood up, holding Catelyn in his arms.

"Get up, son!" he yelled.

Sanjay managed to get back on the saddle and he put both feet in the stirrups, triumphant. The crowd was cheering.

"He's not out?" Sansa asked. For a second she was been so worried that she felt her heart in her throat. Sandor shook his head.

"He didn't fall to the ground, that Lannister shit didn't unhorse him."

Agnes and Alyss were clapping furiously, cheering their older brother as everyone else was doing.

Sanjay got a new lance. As she watched, Sansa remembered the first tourney that she attended, at that same place, years ago when she was no more than a child. There she had seen Sabdor joust. He had been magnificent, and she had known from the beginning that he would be the victor. Maybe she had started falling a little bit in love with him that day, when she saw him acting so nobly against his brother, and when he opened himself for the first time to her, telling her a truth he had told no one.

The memories made her smile. She turned her face to the side, staring at her husband's good cheek. He saw her staring from the corner of his eye and met her gaze with curious eyes.

"What, little bird?"

"Nothing" she said, and she smiled at him. They turned their attention back to the tourney arena when they heard the horses galloping again, and Sansa felt nervous. Would her child fall down this time?

Quite the contrary. After both lances collided against each man's cheat armor, the Lannister man was pushed off his seat, and Sanjay was still on his saddle. He had won.

The entire Clegane-Stark family, along with many noblemen and commoners that were among the public and the Queen herself, stood up and cheered, applauding. Sansa felt incredibly proud and couldn't wipe her smile off her face. At her side, Sandor was almost roaring.

The tourney went on. More people were eliminated, until only Sanjay and the son of a lord from Dorne were left standing... And then, Sanjay was the sole victor of the tourney. He took off his helm, and Sansa could finally see her son's face, all red and sweaty, but he was happy.

"He did it!" Agnes exclaimed. She wasn't surprised, she had known since the beginning that her brother was the best of them all.

"This is the best part!" Alyss said, when she saw that Sanjay was about to crown a Queen of Love and Beauty.

Neither Sansa nor Sandor had to wonder much to know who the lucky girl was going to be. Sanjay didn't give much thought to it neither. He made his horse walk straight to where lady Elizabeth of the Redfort, his betrothed, was sitting with her family watching the tourney. Sanjay offered her the crown with the biggest smile that there had ever been on her face, and Elizabeth accepted the crown with a matching smile.

"Is that jealousy that I see in your face, or am I imagining it?" Sandor asked, grinning. Sansa frowned.

"No" she said "but I don't recall anyone ever crowning me Queen of Love and Beauty."

Sandor raised an eyebrow.

"Don't I already do that every night... in the privacy of our chambers?"

Sansa's face turned a deep shade of red when her husband said that, and a bunch of memories and images assaulted her mind, making her face feel extremely hot.

"Stop it!" she said, giggling at the same time. Sandor put an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him.

"You know, if you want I can crown you tonight" he whispered in her ear, and then he slightly bit it, in a way that couldn't be seen by the people around them. "I'll crown you everywhere. Queen of Love and Beauty a thousand times over."

"Stop..." she giggled again, but she didn't want him to stop. So instead, she turned her head around and sealed his lips with a kiss.

The morning lights that came through the window woke him up. Sandor slowly opened his eyes, trying to get used to the intense sunlight in his face, and he blinked multiple times until his eyes didn't hurt anymore and he could see the room around him. It was one of the Red Keep's bedrooms that Daenerys had provided for her guests for the night after the wedding.

Sandor looked at his side. His arm was placed around the small body of his beautiful naked wife. The beds beets only covered both of them up to the waist, leaving their upper bodies bare, and Sansa's leg was also bare, the sheets tangled around it, and it was placed over Sandor's own leg. Sandor sighed and placed his head comfortably on the pillow to observe her. Sansa's face was peaceful in her sleep, and a small smile decorated her face. She must have been having good dreams... or she must have been remembering the previous night, when Sandor fulfilled his promise of crowning her Queen of Love and Beauty a thousand times over.

Sansa's body was pressed against Sandor's, and he caressed her soft white skin with his calloused hand. He caressed her face, her long neck, her back and her thigh. Sansa murmured in her sleep, pleased with the contact. Sandor grinned mischievously and moved so that he was positioned more on top of her rather than at her side, and he explored her beautiful body at the same time that he kissed it with his lips. His lips travelled down her neck to her torso, where his hands were cupping her big breasts. He squeezed them a bit harder and Sansa moaned, half awake now, and then Sandor's hands moved down to her hips and his mouth and tongue replaced his hands over Sansa's breasts.

Fully awake by then, Sansa's hands lifted up to grab Sandor's hair and press his face down harder on her body. As a result, Sandor sucked harder, and Sansa moaned and twisted under his body. Sandor groaned with pleasure.

Suddenly his wife pushed him and made him turn around, falling on his back on the bed. He grinned as Sansa moved to sit herself on top of him. Her hands explored his powerful and muscular body while she laid down on top of him, placing small kisses all the way from his waist to his chest to his neck to his lips. Then she looked at him in the eyes, with that ever-present smile on her face.

"Good morning..." she whispered, pressing her naked body against his. Oh, how he loved waking up like this...

"This is torture" he groaned.

"If you don't like it..." Sansa started moving away from him, but his arms quickly locked themselves around her, pressing her against him again. She laughed, and he frowned. "You are evil."

Sansa kissed him again, and Sandor buried his hand in her hair to press her harder against his lips, deepening the kiss. When they parted, he let his head fall back on the pillow and he looked up at his perfect wife. Sansa seemed to be... glowing.

"You seem happy" he noted.

"I am happy."

"More happy than usual."

"Shouldn't I be?"

"Well, after the way that I just fucked you last night, you should be more than happy, but-"

"Then shut up and don't complain."

He wasn't complaining, but he shut up anyways. For what seems like hours, he and Sansa just stared at each other. Truth be told, he could get lost in the blue of her eyes for eternity and he would be the happiest man on the whole buggering world.

Finally, Sansa placed her chin on his chest and toyed his his dark hair with her finger.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything, little bird."

"Will you take me to that beach? The one in which we made Sanjay."

He remembered that beach, he remembered it all too well. He hadn't been in that place for almost nineteen years. His thoughts often took him back to that place, and it brought bittersweet memories. Happy memories from that place, sad memories from that time...

He frowned, ignoring the reason why his wife wanted to go back there. But looking at her sweet expression, he couldn't deny her anything.

"Sure" he rasped softly. "I'll take you there."

Sansa's smile widened, showing her perfect white teeth. "I love you" she whispered while she stood up from the bed. She needed to get a bath and get dressed.

Sandor stayed in the bed, watching Sansa walking away.

"I love you too" he whispered.

As promised, Sandor took Sansa to that beach the next day. He was amazed when he saw it, for he didn't think that it would have changed so little. Everything was just a he remembered. The beach, the views, the cave... The cave. What memories that cave brought!

He tied his horse to a nearby tree so that it wouldn't escape, and then he turned around to look at his little bird.

Sansa had already wandered off to the shore. She was wearing a very light silk dress, King's Landing styled and almost translucent, perfect for that hot weather and perfect for Sandor's eyes. He himself was wearing breeches and a white shirt, nothing more. He felt quite relaxed there, only with his wife and no one else, not having to worry about anything.

Sansa had kicked off her shoes and she had walked inside the cold sea, the water aching her knees already. The wind made her silk dress fly around her, and her auburn-red hair was also floating in the wind. It was the most beautiful sight that Sandor had ever had the privilege to see.

Slowly, he approached the sea, and he entered the water walking behind Sansa. When he reached her, he put his arms around her, bringing her closer to himself. Sansa's hands rested on his own, and she laid the back of her head against his chest while she looked at the sunrise. Sandor's eyes followed her gaze.

The sun appeared in the horizon, dying the sea and the sky in a deep red color. It was breathtaking.

Sandor felt Sansa sighing.

"So much has happened since that day" she whispered.

He nodded. "Yes..."

"And yet here we are."

"And yet here we are" he repeated. He looked down at her. "Whatever happens, we will always endure. I will always be there with you, Sansa. You know why?"

"Why?"

"Because you are the best thing that has ever happened to me in my fucking life. You and the children."

He could see her smile in the corner of her mouth, and he kissed her hair, which was as bright as fire in the sunrise light, but it did not scare him like the flames did. On the contrary, he found Sansa's fire inviting and desirable.

"Sandor..." Sansa whispered "I need to tell you something."

"Tell me."

But she didn't speak. Instead she turned around in his arms, and stared at his eyes. When Sandor was starting to wonder what was going on, Sansa gently took his huge hand between here's, and she placed his palm over her belly.

He felt a beating heart beneath it.

A precious, tiny little heart.

He gasped. It was impossible. It couldn't be! And yet, it was. It was a miracle. A new life was growing inside of Sansa, a life that both of them had created...

He fell on his knees, not caring about the water, and he held Sansa by her hips. As he kneeled in front of her, he placed a long, tender kiss on her belly,night where his hand had felt the beating of the baby's heart moments ago.

He felt hot tears stinging in the back of his eyes. Oh bugger, he could not cry now!

"What do you think it's going to be?" he asked then, unable to hide his enormous smile from his face.

"I don't know..." Sansa replied, placing her delicate hand over her belly in a motherly way, like she had done all the other times. "But I think that Sanjay would love to have a little brother, don't you think?"

A little Clegane wolf pup. The more he thought about it, the more he loved the idea. Sansa had never wanted to have sons since she had Sanjay, but know, Sandor knew that they were both ready for it. It would be a brand new adventure, and they would love every minute of it.

He stood back on his feet.

"Thank you" he said suddenly.

Sansa looked at him puzzled.

"Why?" she asked.

"For making me the happiest bugger in the history of the world."

Looking at Sansa's face then, Sandor believed that he had never seen true happiness until that moment. He leaned down to kiss her, and he put his arms back around her body. As they passionately kissed, he started spinning around holding his wife tight and off her feet, splashing water all around them.

After what seemed an eternity, he put her down again. They heard a noise, and they turned their heads to look at the beach. Sanjay had followed them and he had brought Agnes, Alyss and Catelyn with him. Neither one of the four Cleganes said anything, they just stared at their parents from the shore with their faces lit with joy, a joy that was incredibly contagious. That joy and happiness was in the air, brought there by the entire Clegane-Stark family being together, all seven of them.

Sandor and Sansa looked one last time at their children before turning their attention back to the sunrise. The sun was almost completely visible in the horizon, and as Sandor watched it rising, he couldn't help but remember all that they had had to go through to get to that moment. For a long time, he had thought that their love was wrong, that it could not be. For a long time, he believed that his and Sansa's love was a crime. All that happened so long ago was reason enough to believe such a thing...

But as they watched together how the sun rose to the sky over the sea, he understood one thing:

Their crime had been forgiven.