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You watch as people pack up to go back home or take further siege on kings landing soon. You hear a child screaming and crying before you see the little girl who is just in small clothes bare feet running from something, someone. An older man in his light attire chasing her. 

She bumps into you before falling back into the icy mud. You hurriedly pick her up. She's very cold already. 

“by-your grace, apologies!” the ser speaks as he bows to you and then holds out his arms. 

“What are you doing?” you ask, pulling off your own furs and wrapping the barely clothed girl in them, hopefully warming them up. 

“My apologies for your grace, she escaped the carriage, w-we are taking the children who cannot be housed to the orphanages.” he says you look over seeing a carriage leaving.

“Do you not have any clothes in the carriage? She is in her small clothes and she's not but…two?” you scoff as you sooth the little girl who calmly sniffles in your arms. The knight doesn't say anything.

“Your grace.” you hear looking to the side seeing brianne. Her eyes widen a bit to the dirty child in your arms. You look back to the knight,

“She…she will stay with me while I get her cleaned up with clothes” you say to him. He nods. You let him go. He bows one last time before hurrying back to his post. 

“A child?” brienne asks. 

“She escaped the carriage on the way to the orphanage and is wearing almost nothing.” you say turning to the castle walking into the door as a knight at post opens it for you. You both walk through. 

“What is it?” you ask her. 

“You're leaving, yes? To volantis?” she asks. 

“Yes?” you are confused as to what she wants. 

“May I come with you?” she asks. You stop walking and turn around to face her. 

“Why? I thought you were joining the siege on kings landing?” you ask her. 

“I was…but there were…complications.” she says looking down sadly. 

“You can join us.” you say giving her a smile. 

“Us?” she asks. 

“Sandor, he is my husband. That won't be a problem considering your histories..” you say giggling. 

“No.. not at all i just wasn't aware he was joining you.” she says. 

“He's my husband..what do you mean?” you ask confused.

“He's joining the siege on King's landing…is he not?” she asks. Your smile and mood diminishes as you wrap the child up completely before handing her to brieanne.

“S-see to it that she's bathed and clothed properly.” you speak before hurrying off to find your husband, and it's not far as he looks over the rest of the weapons that are loaded into carts. 

“You're leaving me? Again?” you ask exclaiming to him. He turns to see. 

“What?” he asks. 

“You're going to king's landing, but you told me we’ll build a home.” you say. He sighs. 

“I have something to do there first,” he says. 

“So you were going to leave me at the dock..” you bark back.

“I wasn't going to leave you unprotected.” he huffs. 

“A fight is more important than me?” you ask. He doesn't speak. You nod, picking up your dress a bit before storming back off to the castle to take care of the child. 

—-----

You giggle with her as she plays with the bubbles in the large basin for her tub. The door opens and closes as you hear Sandor sighing before taking a seat in the chair that the towel lays against. She laughs as you blow the bubbles up. 

“It's not a fight…my love. I'm going to talk to my brother.” he says you frown in confusion before turning around to look at him. 

“Why?” you question.

“I don't know but I need to.” he says as you nod. And turn around. 

“Okay. then i'm going with you.” you say. 

“No youre not.” Sandor says sitting up. 

“Yes I am and no matter what you do to stop me I will find a way to join you… so yes. Sandor, I'm coming with you.” you shake your hands off. He gets up and grabs the towel handing it to you before you take it and pick up the girl wrapping her in the towel.

“Whos she?” he asks 

“She jumped off the carriage to the orphanage. I told them I'd clean her up and give her clothes.” you reply to him.

“hmm..Does she have a name?” he asks, looking at you as you fix the towel around her. 

“I didn't ask? But, it doesn't look like she can talk..” you say turning her to sandor and opening her mouth to him her tongue the wound completely healed but its clear someone had cut her. 

He huffs. Before looking back to you. 

“I'm sorry I didn't tell you,” he says. 

“It's alright.” you say getting up and kissing his cheek. He hums in contentment. You hear the rustling of him standing up and the step of his walk as he moves closer to you. 

“Ah. arms up!” you smile holding your arms up as the little girl mimics you in a giggle you put on her small clothes and a little warm dress. Sandors arm snakes around your waist as he kisses your neck. You smile at him leaning back into his embrace. 

“When does the group depart?” you ask him for more information on the king's landings raiding party. 

“Tonight, right before sunset,” he says. 

“Hmm.” you reply by putting on the slipper shoes of the little girl. 

“Have you packed anything?” you ask. 

“A few clothes, and weapons in the weapons crate but..not much. A segie on kingslanding after what fight just went down should be a fuck all easy.” he curses. 

It's quiet for a moment as you finish dressing the little girl wrapping her up in the furs making sure she's warm. Sandor rests his head against you being against you, calming his usually rugged state. 

“I love you.” he says, which sounds weak. 

“Mm. I love you.” you hum in content. 

“Are you alright…going back there, after everything that happened?” he asks you to pull you closer to him. 

“Everything that happened gave me you, joss…i wouldnt have that if it wasn't for king's landing.” you say turning your head to face him in some way. He nods against your shoulder. His grasp around you tightens a second before he reluctantly lets you go. 

“I'll meet you at the gate tonight.” he says, pressing his lips against yours in a quick but much needed kiss. 

“If you're gonna keep her, name her can't have a child runnin’ round without a name, lylas a good name i think” he says to you. You smile at him as he walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. 

You pick up the little girl holding her in your arms as she rests her head against you. 

You look down at her shaking your head knowing you're too mentally weak to send her back. You sigh, nodding. 

“You need a name don't you.” you say to her knowing she wont answer. Comfortable and tired she's already almost asleep in your arms.

“Lyla..” you say. You take another breath before walking out the same door to continue last minute duties before packing up and meeting Sandor at the gate. You look up at him, the little girl in your arms. 

He places his hand on your cheek. You lean into it and can't help but allow the tears you'd been holding slip out. Sandor sighs, pulling you into him kissing your forehead. 

“We will disappear, somewhere no one can find us, just us.” he says as you nod against him before looking up to him. 

“We're taking Lyla with us.” you say to him he looks down at the little girl in your arms and nods. 

“Let go!” you hear jon hollar out. Sandor helps you up on the horse before getting on behind you. The sound of Drogon roaring above you as Daenerys flies on him, the rest begin to move you and Sandor included, you look behind you seeing Arya on a horse, and Sansa standing on the balcony side with brienne and podrick. You can see she has tears running down her cheeks. 

Sandor clicks his tongue to his teeth moving the horse up more and out of the gates you continue to watch the gates closing behind you all.

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The faint echoes of screaming and chasing of metals can be heard. The thick stone walls of the crypt doing everything but keeping the horror noises out where they are supposed to be. You look around you, seeing the women and children and some elderly people holding each other close. 

“Please!!! Please open the door.. Hey… hey.. Ahh” screaming and banging on the crypt door startles everyone but it soon fades out leaving the eerie quiet to fill the ears. You let your mind wander with everything Sandor has told you about the fight. How you cannot kill what is already dead and how he can make them rise again, giving him an infinite army.

“He can make the rise again…” you mutter under your breath. 

“Y/n?... you alright.” Sansa whispers to you. You shake your head looking around. 

“We're not safe in here..” you say to her. 

“What? Yes we are, the fight is above us…” she says frowning in confusion. 

“N-no no sansa were not we have to get deeper into the crypt where the first people were buried.” you say getting up and gathering the blanket around you. 

“Your grace?” Tyrion asks you as he stands confused. 

“We're not safe!” you exclaim.

“Yes we are!! Shh.” Sansa tries to comfort you.

“Where are we sansa?! Where are we right now!” you ask frantically. 

“My family's crypts under winter fell” she says 

“He said they can rise again.. Were surrounded by the night kings soldiers…” you say. She stops freezing in her tracks as the sound of stone cracking and falling turns both your gazes to a crypt wall where a dead man pulls himself out of the casket. 

“Oh god..” she says other people take notice as more stones begin to split and crack causing more bodies to come out. A woman screams as she's pulled backwards and is pulled apart. Everyone gets up and begins to scream and run as the crypts become flourished with the dead. 

“Joss!” you yell as you pull up your dress running to the entrance of the crypt. You pull up the blockade lock on the door pushing the doors open as joss defends you from behind cutting down a few men. 

“Come!” you yell to him as the door opens. Fire, blood, death and fighting is fogged with dragon smoke and icy mist. You pull a sword out of the body beside you and head outwards. Avoiding the dead and cutting down people who try to collide with you. 

“Your grace!” joss yells to you as he leads you to an opening. You follow him as it leads you both up to the castle. It's quiet but with the screams and the people running once again loudons the atmosphere. You both run through the halls being chased by the dead. You topple over stands and statues blocking their way. 

Turning a corner you run into a man screaming but he holds you still covering your mouth with his hand. Your husband. 

“What the fuck are you doing out of the crypt this isnt safe!” he quietly exclaims to you. 

“He raised them… from the crypt. Everyone was being killed.” you say panting out of breath. Sandor is covered in dirt and blood. He looks exhausted already but it's long from over.

“You need to hide. There's a side closet in the north tower!” he says. 

“N-no no i'm not leaving you. Not again I'm not!” You exclaim tears now running down your face. 

“Fuck… you need to go..I cannot loose you. I won't.” Sandor presses a firm kiss against your lips before yelling at you and joss. 

GO!” joss takes your arm and pulls you away from your husband as you both run through the halls once more trying to stay as quiet as you can. The roof above as you run through suddenly collapses in as the dead fall through causing you both to have to find another way. 

“This way.” joss says as you run the other way to the side out of the door way back onto the outskirts of the battle. You're pushed and fall into the ground as people run for their lives. 

You try to get up but your dress is stuck on the barricade spike. You try to pull it off but there's no luck. You try to reach for the sword that you dropped to cut yourself free but you cant reach it as it fell farther than you when dropping it. You hear the snarling and gurgling of one of the dead soldiers as it runs to you holding a sword to you. 

“No no.!” You try to pull away even trying to unrustle your skirt. 

“Y/N!!” you hear your name as joss runs back to you taking out the soldier as well as two others before he cuts you free helping you up. 

“Go g-” he stops and coughs but blood comes out as you both look down, a sword through his chest. You look up at each other. 

“joss…no..no joss!” you exclaim as you move around him yelling you kill the dead behind him and he falls to the ground. 

“Joss, come on. It's okay.. I got you.” You say trying to help him up he gets up holding his stomach. You rush into the north side and move up a stair flight before he can't go any further and drops down the floor laboring breathing as he bleeds. 

“no..no we have to keep going.” you say crying, putting your hand over his to help stop some of the bleeding. 

“i-..i'm sorry..i can't..” he huffs. You nod 

“Th-that's okay.. You're okay.” you say. He nods weakly, smiling. You hear the snarling and screaming of more dead. 

“Look at me..” you say to him, placing your free hand on his face. He looks at you, tears welling up and streaming down his cheeks. 

“I love you…you are everything to me. You've helped me survive, you've helped me smile when I can't. You are not just my squire.. You're my friend, my family, a son....” you cry. He cries a weak smile is placed on his face. 

“I'm not going to leave you.” you say 

“y/n..” he says. 

You look over seeing two dead, one crawling itself up the stairs, the other scraping an ax on the side of the wall. It roars, spotting you both. You pull joss into a hug waiting for the arch of pain that comes before death. But it doesn't come. Scared to look, you slowly turn your head back to the dead. They both lay lifeless on the steps. 

You reluctantly stand up, you look out the staircase window seeing people dropping lifeless. You go back to joss kneeling back down. His head hangs to the side as if he'd fallen asleep but his eyes remain open. 

“J-joss..hey..” you say, lifting his head to you. You see his face knowing he is gone. You sob, running your fingers over his face, closing his eyes. You pull him back to you in a hug sobbing into him.

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You stand over joss’s body as he lays on one of the many pires built. Podrick stands next to you holding his lover's hand as tears roll down your cheeks as you lean down to kiss his forehead. Jon begins to speak. 

“We stand here today to say goodbye to your sisters and brothers, to our fathers and mothers, daughters….and sons. To our fellows who set aside their differences to come here and fight together, and die together, so that others might live, everyone in this world owes them a debt that can never be repaid, we need to keep them alive in memory. It is an honor and a duty.” he says he looks to the side as someone hands him a torch, he walks over to one of the pyres and lights it. 

Sandor places his hand on your lower back as he holds a torch you back up a bit with podrick as he lights the prie. You watch as the flames grow higher and you take your place back to where everyone stands. 

“What was the last thing he said to you?” podrick asks. 

“He said my name… what about you?” you ask him to turn your head to face him. Podrick stands there looking at the flame. 

“...he told me he loved me ... .a-and i ... .i didn't say anything back.” he answers. You take a breath and nod looking back to the flame. 

“He knew..podrick even if you couldn't say anything. He knows.” you reply.

“Come on..” you say to him, placing your hand on his arm, turning him away as you lead him into the castle. Everyone begins to follow slowly, some taking more time to grieve than others. They all begin to head to the banquet hall where meals have been prepared not that anyone really would want to eat but it's set up anyway. 

Your husband takes a seat and Gendryl joins him. You stand on the side with Sansa as people begin to enter, sitting and taking the meal before them. 

You watch people eat and talk. It's fairly quiet but there's still chatter. 

“You should eat your grace.” jon says to you 

“I'm not hungry.” you say. Jon sighs as you look up at him. 

“You've lost a lot in the past few months.” he says to you while taking a sip of whatever's in his cup. 

“Yeah…we all have.” you say you watch as sandor sits alone eating. Tormund comes up to him patting him on the back and taking a seat next to him talking in his ear. You can see he’s extremely annoyed as Tormund continues talking. But it's the girl who comes up to him and wraps her arm around him as he pours himself another drink that bothers you most. 

“Excuse me.” you say to jon before gathering the front of your skirt and walking to your husband. He turns to the girl and growls at her, startled and stands up hurrying off. You rest your hand on his shoulder bracing yourself to sit next to him. 

“Aye you fuck off i-” he stops himself when he sees its you. He takes your hand in his and kisses it as you take your seat.

“Sorry.. Thought you were another one of them.” he huffs, chugging his cup.

“Others still startle at you.” you say leaning into him. 

“Good. Tyrion said "I'm turning soft..” he replies. You chuckle nodding. 

“I just hope it's not…too soft.” you say. He chuckles now at your innuendo. 

“You've changed my love.” he says to you kissing your temple. 

“So have you.” you smile at him before you place your head on his shoulder. 

“Lets leave.” he says you. You frown in confusion. 

“Leave?” you ask your head still resting on his shoulder. 

“Mm. go home.” he says. You shake your head and scoff before replying to him. 

“We don't have a home sandor..” you say a bit sad. 

“Then ill build one for you. We don't have to live in a castle. Im not going to to be pimped and prodded like a fucking whore before she beds a royal…all i want is you.” he says taking another drink from his cup. You look back up to him seeing he is truly serious. 

He looks down to you waiting for an answer you smile and nod to him. 

“We’ll leave tomorrow.” you say. He nods back to you. 

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“I'd like to think that when we all begin the fight it won't be as bad as everyone is saying.” joss speaks as he and Podrick walk along the snowy gardens just outside the castle. 

“It won't be.” Podrick speaks but stops and looks at his lover, the expression on joss’s face a mixture of disgust and hurt.

“B-but it's a nice thought.” Podrick fixes his words yet some damage is done as joss sighs shaking his head. 

“I'm sorry.. It's just when I went with the others I saw them and they…they aren't what everyone is describing, they are worse.” he says. Joss stops walking and turns to face podrick. 

“Come with me, stay with me and her grace in the crypts. You’ll be safe-” joss speaks but is interrupted by poodrick.

“I'll be a coward, what's the point in learning to fight if i'm not going to, besides, they can use everybody they can to defend the castle.” podrick explains. 

“What if you die…what then?” joss asks, his eyes showing concern and hurt.

“Are you worried about me?” Podrick asks with a smug smirk on his face.

“N-no.” 

“Yes.”

“Yes, yes I am,” he says. Podricks smirk fades as he steps closer. 

“I'm not going to die. I'm going to stay alive and I'm going to fight hard. And when you step out of the crypt I will be waiting for you." Podrick takes joss’s hands in his, pulling him closer to him. Joss nods as he presses his forehead against podricks. Before they continue their short walk back to the gates. Joss speaks.

“Hey…”

Podrick frowns looking at him worriedly.

“I love you..” joss speaks standing holding the furs. Podrick heart melts as a smile forms on his face hes about the open his mouth but he cant, nothing will come out. Waiting for a short second to hear Podrick say it back Jess gives up and begins to walk back to the gates.

They enter and give each other a smile before heading off in two different ways. Podrick goes back to Brianne, and joss off to look for you as to where to put the furs. “Joss.” he turns to look as he hears his name from a rough voice. Seeing sandor he held out the furs. 

“I don't know where her grace would want them.” joss says as sandor takes them out of his hands. 

“Mm dont worry about it we’ll all be dead soon enough. Waste for expensive furs to be worn.” sandor huffs. 

“You’ll be fighting then?” joss asks looking up to the larger man seeking even bigger in his winter clothes. 

“Mm. not a very solid choice fighting something that can't be killed." Sandor huffs out a sigh. Sandor notices the fact that he’s scarring joss. 

“Come on lad. Let's head inside so you can meet y/n in the crypts after dark.” he says. Joss nods a bit before following sandors firm pat on the back to head into the castle. 

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Sandor and joss both sit in front of the fireplace in the large empty room, sandor some paces away from the flames but still barely able to feel its warmth. Jos holds a mug of warm mead in his hands, sipping it as Sandor stares into the fire, having already finished his drink. 

“What was it like…when you first met her grace?” joss asks. 

“She was the only one who wasn't scared of me. Everyone else heard stories and nightmarish tales and she wasn't scared..” sandor trails off. 

Joss opens his mouth to ask another question but the door opens with a loud creek. Joss turns his head to see Brianne and Podrick come in. He stands up. 

“My lady..” joss says. 

“Oh sorry we don't mean to interrupt, we were just looking for somewhere warm to-” she begins to speak. 

“Contemplate your imminent death..there's some warm piss in there to help yourself.” Sandor speaks. 

“You don't have to be so negative all the time clegane, i don't know what she sees in you with an attitude like that.” the door opens once more and tyrion, jamie and ser Davvos walk in. tyrion immediately turns to the alcohol on the table. Joss gets up and goes to the table as podrick walks twords it giving each other a look as joss picks up the pitcher pouring a cup for tyrion and podrick. 

Brieanne takes a seat next to Jamie and sandor. Podrick scurries behind her taking a seat next to her as well. 

“Pleasure to see you again my lord.” She says eyes never leave the fire in front of her. 

Sandor huffs, shaking his head. Joss walks back to his seat helping ser Davvos to a chair. 

“So you're married to that pretty volantian woman..” tormund says as he stomps over getting a creepy whiff of brianne before pulling up a chair. Sandor sighs about the get up and leave but he's stopped by a comment from tyrion. 

“He loves her.. Don't you clegane.” he says. Sandor doesn't say anything, just sits up in his chair. 

“Are you so bored that you come to try and entertain yourself ? Maybe if you were just that much taller you could compare.” Sandor retorts back at tyrion. 

“Oh come now you served my nephew once, served me.” he says 

“Fuck you.” sandor spits out. tyrion chuckles. 

“I see the way she looks at you, the way you look at her.” Brianne says. 

“When I arrived and she found out you were dead she broke down, she wouldn't speak to me, almost declared me a traitor, all because she thought I'd killed you. She wouldn't eat, nor sleep. She hated me for what I did to you.” she continues. Sandor looks at her. 

“There's nothing she wouldn't do to try and bring you back. She didn't stop believing you were alive until i told her but obviously that was wrong too… her grace wants nothing more than you my lord." Brianne says nodding to sandor. 

“You fought well. On the cliff side. But….you should always make sure to finish your opponent fully, that's the only flaw.” Sandor speaks to her. Brianne chuckles and nods. 

“She's made you soft clegane. But better." Jamie says. 

“You asked me what I want in life once…” Sandor says and gets up. Joss gets up with him but he holds his hand up letting him know he can stay. 

“I wanted her, just…didn't know it.” he says before turning around and taking his leave.

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CHAPTER 26 

The only sound you can hear is the muffling of voices and clothes frictioning against itself as you stand almost bare as Lucy and two other handmaidens dress you. A simple dress with a straight neckline and small black jeweled details you keep your hair half up half down not wanting to sit for 30 plus minutes in the chair as they do your hair. 

They tighten the back of the dress as you stare blankly into the mirror, the redness of your eyes and washed complexion the look of someone who lost their reason. You had Sandor back and you had your son, his son.

The door to your room opens with a light squeak. You look up slightly in the mirror as you see Sandor walk in. The black fur pelt resting on the side of his shoulder and his usual attire just darker and sewn with furs to combat the cold outside. 

He stands at the door looking at you through the mirror. You make eye contact before looking down to your feet as the maids smooth out the dress. You step down the small pedestal before turning around to sandor as he walks up to you. You look up to him, his hands reach up taking place on either side of your face cupping your cheeks. You place yours on his forearm leaning into his touch. He kisses your forehead before you give him a smile and your move around him walking out of the room. 

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“The time for fortifying winterterfell was yesterday! We will make sure those gates are sealed tighter, swords are sharpened sharper, armor is forged stronger, warriors fighting harder, and the castle standing tall than anything the night king and his undead army has ever seen!” Jon announced as the knights and others cheered with every word he said before giving one big cheer at the end. 

You stand next to Sandor and Joss watching as Jon gives his ‘incredible’ speech, motivating everyone. The cheers die down as they slowly turn to you as you are the only one whose house has not agreed. 

“Your grace.” Sansa says, wondering your opinion on banning everyone together.

“You’d stand beside him..” you say looking around before leading your eyes back to jon. Sandor places his hand on the small of your back. People nod. 

“You’d fight beside him? I trusted my son's life in his hands and he's dead. I trust my life in his hands and where will that get me?” you say everyone begins to look down, you  stare at jon. 

“And you, ser?” Jon asks to sandor. 

“You have plenty of the army, and more than enough consorts to raise more. Id say fuck no if it was my house leading all into slaughter only for them to rise up and fight against us. I've seen those dead cunts, I've seen what they can do to the littlespits and youngins, tear them apart limb from limb, make them rise and do it all over again. You are marching dead men into a battle you cannot win.” Sandor says but before continuing he looks at you, your eyes still dead glared at jon. 

“It’s not my call to place. My house, Cleganes' house wouldn't fight…but vixens will.” he says looking back at Jon who takes a visible sigh of relief. 

“Thank you, your grace.” he says to you. You turn and walk out of the room as everyone begins to cheer once more. Joss follows you before you send him away. 

“Send a raven to Volantis, send as many as we can” you say to him. He nods and walks off to do so.

—----

 You walk, and walk until you find yourself standing in front of the weirwood tree. The cold around you barely touches you thanks to the thick fur pelts that line your shoulders and dress.

A large strong hand wraps itself around your waist and your back hits the strong chest of your husband. You've been standing staring at the tree far longer than you'd expected. 

“I should be mad, I should hate him, send him to his death. I can do so. And should do so….” you say. 

“But..” Sandor chimes in. you sigh, shaking your head. 

“I can't. He’s done too much for me…he brought in one of them and took our son.” you say your voice breaking as you turn to face sandor. 

“Yes, but Jon didn't take our son. The dead eventually take us all just not in the way you'd think. Little fox.” he says as you look up into your husband's eyes he stares back at you. A small smile forms on your lips as you place your hand on his cheek brushing your thumb against the scars. 

You remember when he would violently flinch away from you at even the remark of you placing your hand on his face and now, he leans into your touch even placing his own hand over yours to kiss your palm. 

Another set of footsteps against the snow pulls your gaze away from your husbands as you see daenerys. 

“May I speak with you, your grace?” she asks. 

Sandors gruff demeanor returns before you shoo him off reassuring him you're fine. You and Daenerys are left fairly alone in front of the tree, with Sandor standing a few well paces from the two of you.

“Your grace.” you say to her. She smiles at you at the jest of you both being queens. However it may be you being more so truthfully a queen.

“My apologies if I interrupted you and your lord husband.” she says. 

“No apologies needed. We spent a year apart, a few more seconds won't change much.” you say. 

“My condolences to your child. I hope you'll be blessed with many more. I want to thank you for giving your resources of army men to jon. I trusted cersi to indulge us with her armies but all she sent was he half handed brother.” she speaks with an undertone of spite. 

“That was your first mistake…going to king's landing. I lived in there once and i was beaten, stripped, taunted and force to marry. Only one good thing came out of my time spent there and it wasn't because i trusted cersi.” you snap back. 

“A sad thing we have in common. The mistreatment, and yet, it is what made us who we are today. As women we barely get anything. And even as queen our privileges are still limited without permission by a king. But I'm here because I trust Jon and I now see I can trust you.” She smiles at you. 

“I gave him the rest of my fighters and you gave him yours. Defeat the Night king, take king's landing what then? What is to come out of the rest of this?” you ask her, frowning a bit. 

“I take the iron throne. See peace and resilience.” she says. 

“What about the north? When Sansa became queen of the north she vowed never to bow to anyone again. When Jon became king before leaving he vowed that the north never bends the knee to another ruler, that they remain independent. What about the north?” you ask. She takes a step back.

A set of more foot prints cracking the snow under turns your head seeing joss who takes his place next to your husband giving you and daenerys a small bow. She turns from you and walks off without replying to your ask.

“The north will be able to hold its own little fox.” Sandor says to you as you huff out a sigh. 

“What of your grace?” joss asks curiously.

“I've been housed and taken care of by the Starks too to dishonor them by bending the knee. Volantis will stay independent but faithful to winterfell.” you say walking back to them. Joss nods happily with your answer. 

“The um… army men will be here the day after tomorrow.” joss says. You nod, giving him a smile. You take a breath turning back to face the weirwood tree taking more time to recollect yourself before rejoining the community. 

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Walking by the lake side with Sansa and a few other royal ladies while they gossip and giggle was supposed to be fun and contentful. You had a few guards including sandor clegane, too look after your little group. 

You've grown fond of sandor. When your mother sent you to king's landing to entrust cersi to find you a prince fit for you, you grew closer to the giant gruff man than the 200 suitors who approached you. You'd often find yourself searching for him. Even if he has a job to do you'd watch him spar with others or stand quietly next to jeoffry or the queen herself. And he would look for you all the same, hes watch as you sat and read under the gardens shade, or just like now, would accompany you on a stroll.

Your small entourage stops by the lake side on top of the small over bridge. 

“Oh look at the knights.” one lady says as a large group of knights and knights in training head twords you all. Some on horseback.

“I do love a man in uniform.” another lady says they all giggle you took down at the water the clear greenish blue and the ducks that sit upon it. 

“Don't you princess?” she asks you. You turn around to see her and the others smiling at you. 

“Oh.yes very much.” you reply taking a quick glance at sandor who is looking the opposite direction.. You turn around to continue admiring the ducks when your sheer shall is blown from your arm with the gust of light wind. You gasp seeing it landing on a branch ever so barely in reach. You hold out your arm to reach stretching out and grasping your fabric between your fingers before carefully pulling it back into your arms. 

When you turn back around you meet with the large group of knights and the horse which startles at shifting bricks beneath its hoof. The side of the horse as the rider tries to gain control shoves you causing you to fall backward over the edge into the water. Commotion of the other women screaming for your safety as the small current of the lake shifts your frame. As you try to swim up you're weighed down but the weight of your dress head is still under water. The guard rushes to your aid but Sandor pushes them out of the water, stripping off the heaviest parts of his armor before diving in after you.

To make matters worse the fabric of your gown has tangled in the settled branches and brush within the water. The burning in your lungs from lack of oxygen causes panic to surge through you as you pull on your dress. Your vision becomes spotty as you try to inhale only taking in water before your sight goes black. 

Sandor swims down to you pulling his dagger from his side and cuts your top gown before pulling you into his arms and swimming back up with you. He lays you back seeing you're not breathing. He takes a breath before connecting your lips with his before blowing air into your lungs and begins to pump your chest repeating this twice before you turn on your side coughing up water gasping for breath. 

You hold onto sandor as your keel to the side coughing. More commotion ensues as cersi comes running down the edge. 

“Is she okay.?!” she asks worriedly. 

“Yes, your grace.” a guard says 

Sandor packs you up in his arms. As cersi tells another to get the maester as soon as he can. You don't realize your crying until cersi wipes your tears telling you it'll be alright. 

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You open your eyes surrounded by warmth. You're in your chambers you must've fainted again. You recall what happened realizing Sandor saved you. You look around your room for a dressing robe to put on only to find Sandor sitting by the side of your bed sharpening his sword quietly. 

“S-sandor?” you speak. He stops and looks up to you. He gets up putting the weapon down. 

“You saved me…thank you.” you say 

“It's just water.” he says 

“I fainted, I don't remember much after I hit the water…how did you save me?” you ask. Sandor looks at you stepping closer, your eyes looking up at him your face pure want and confusion. Your hair messed, in the sheer night dress, the soft pillows and duvet around you, the sheer canopy flowing ever softly around the posts. 

“I gave you air…my father did it for my brother once i assumed id work on you.” he says giving a huff as he mentions his brother. 

“How? You don't know magic.” you ask as you shift onto your knees sitting up.

“It's hard to explain.” he answers. 

“Then show? I might need it if I come across someone who's drowning.” you say. 

He steps closer to you at the edge side of your bed he moves part of the canopy to the side you face more. Your eyes are glued down to his middle to wait to see his hands do some magical movement but his free hand comes up to lift your chin. You look up at him. 

“I won't show you.” he says 

“Why?” you ask a little annoyed. 

“You have to put your lips to the other person and blow your breath into their lungs” he says your heartbeat pounds your chest and your breath hitches. 

“And you're not drowning. So there's no need for extra air.” he ends as he's about to lean back. You take a hold of his wrist keeping him where he is.

“You could demonstrate without giving me air.” you say looking up at him. He moves back closer to you. His face stops centimeters away from your face. His eyes flick down to your lips before backup to yours.

“P-please…” you say quietly. Without a second he presses his lips softly against yours before pulling back slightly and then diving back into you. His hand that's holding up your chin now rests on your waist pulling you up and into him your arms find themselves around his neck holding onto him. The kiss lasts for a bit until you both pull back still staying close lips almost grazing over. 

“Marry me.” he says.