‘Understand, Clegane, you’ll be doing this as a brother of the Night’s Watch. Once you take the oath, you are bound to do as I command, and I will command you to protect her by all means necessary, even to die for her. Know that this is not King’s Landing. This is not the Kingsguard. There will be no rewards, no gold or honors or glory. Protect her because it’s an order. Because I have deemed it necessary.’ ‘I’ll do it.’ ‘You may face wildlings and you may face White Walkers, though I will pray to the gods old and new that you do not. Even without those dangers, you will contend with cold and hunger and long dark days. And make no mistake, you will protect her from yourself or I will have your head.’ ‘I’ll do it,’ Clegane says again, gripping his sword, already prepared for battle. This man, Jon thinks, knows nothing but fighting and killing, nothing but blood -- but he is alive, he is somehow still alive, and maybe his killing hands will keep Sansa alive too.
Winterbloom by aestheticized
For those who may have missed it the first time 'round. A damned near perfect fic featuring three of my favorite characters. Seriously, give it a read. And then give the author some love.
http://archiveofourown.org/works/641806
