Requested by: @4everflowercore ‘Sansa and the Hound? ❤️ him calling her little bird ☺️☺️☺️☺️ fluff or smut is up to you’
Notes: this is the first time I’ve written for SanSan so I’m SUPER excited!! Also this is a season 8 fix it bc it was messy af :)
Warnings: actually none which is surprising
It was half a year into Sansa’s reign as Queen of the North, and most of her small council had been appointed.
There was one vacancy- commander of the Queensguard. The previous commander was old and could not fulfil his duty, so Sansa excused him from her services with a handsome pension and her gratitude, and as he limped away, she couldn’t help but ponder over who could fill his place
She didn’t have to worry much longer, however, when a ragged, hulking man with half of his face burnt off was thrown before her in the throne room.
Realisation dawned on her face and she stood, approaching the ‘criminal’
“Your highness, this man was ramming himself at the gates,” one of the guards said, his dagger still at his throat
“I said unhand him,” Sansa growled.
Sandor Clegane repressed his smile as he was allowed to rise to his feet. It seemed the little bird was now a fully fledged wolf.
“Sandor,” Sansa said softly, eyes roving over his face.
“Aye, it’s me, little bird,” he replied gently, eyeing the simple steel circlet patterned with a direwolf nestled amongst her braid. “Or rather, your highness,” he said and her face softened for a moment before regaining its queenly serenity
She beckoned forth a few maids. “Draw Ser Clegane a hot bath,” she said. “And have a fresh bottle of Dornish wine brought up from the cellar,” the maids curtseyed and scampered off.
“I’m no ser, little bird,” Sandor said quietly as she began to walk away
“You will be by tomorrow,” she said calmly. “It’s about time you were knighted, don’t you think?”
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