#thewolfamongmen

Sandor knew they were all there for you. He was there for you too. Sandor didn't like Thoros but he respected him. He respected him even more after what he did for you. You thanked Thoros, you gave thanks to him for saving you. Sandor silently thanked him as well. For he didn't know what he would do if you hadn't survived. Sandor doesn’t want to think about you dying. You died once and it broke him completely. He doesn’t think he’ll survive your death a second time. 

Tears ran down your face as you bid farewell to Thoros. You got closer to Sandor and he welcomed you in his embrace as Beric walked towards Thoros holding a lit torch. 

You held Sandor's hand and tugged him further away from Thoros’ body. You felt him flinching the moment the flames engulfed Thoros’ body. Sandor looks away trying to control his breathing. 

“Let’s go.” You whispered to him, holding his hand. You can see he was trying his best to relax his breathing. His jaw was clenched hard as he looked down at the snowy ground. He relaxed as you walked further away from the fire with him. He looked up for a second and immediately regretted it. 

“They’re staring.” Sandor said as the both of you walked back to the castle. 

Looking around, he was right. Everyone who paid their respect, stared at Sandor and you. They stared at Sandor, the most. He wore dark gray northern clothes, the fur cape hung over his broad shoulders and his sword was strapped on his belt. You gently squeeze his hand, in comfort. The walk to Thoros’ funeral had Sandor doubting himself. The stares and the whispers. It was nothing new, everywhere he walked people talked about him and pointed at his face. He had thick skin, that happens after so many years of being ridiculed because of his appearance. 

However, the stares and whispers from the northern people were penetrating his thick skin. He had heard people talk about you being mad for being with someone like him. A second born son being with a lady, was a joke to them. 

“Does it bother you?” You asked him. You looked at him but he’s busy looking at the other people. You wanted to tell him to not be ashamed. You believe, the northerners were staring because in their eyes he was just a southerner, a traitor. That’s what Cersei had called him after the Battle of Blackwater and Arya's warning about you being with him echoed in your mind. 

He wasn't a traitor, Sandor is far from it. You wished they could see the way you saw Sandor. He wasn’t the horrible man they think he is. 

You had woken up before him earlier in the morning. He found you sitting on the ground by the fireplace cross legged. He was worried at the sight of you crying as you stared at the flames. He sat down next to you with a grunt facing the other way, away from the fire. 

You told him about the dream you had with Thoros. You saw him standing with the army of the Night King. They stood around Winterfell waiting to attack. He tried his best to comfort you, he let you cry and offered his shoulder for you to lean against. You had told him that you felt useless for not doing more. 

“What do you mean useless?” He asked you with a frown. 

“You saved us from beyond the wall. That wasn’t nothing. You fought with a polar bear in flames. You saved Jon, he said you fought with them.” He comforted you. 

He offered to show you how to swing a sword as well after this war. What kind of traitor would do that, comfort you in your time of need.

“I don't know.” Sandor lied looking anywhere else but you. You notice how tense he looked, he looked uncomfortable and it made you upset. This was your home and you wanted him to be comfortable. You were about to speak when Sansa called out for you. 

“Jamie Lannister came. He came alone.” Sansa said when she made her way towards you and Sandor. 

“Are you sure? Cersei? Her army?” Sansa shook her head at you with a frown. Sandor and you shared a look, both of you knew she wouldn’t come. No matter how many times you told Jon.  

“Jon went to get Daenerys. They are setting a meeting now. We must go.” 

Sansa was walking already when you turned to Sandor. “Come with me.” 

Sandor was about to decline when you pleaded with him. “You think they will allow it? Your brother, your sisters and the other Lords?” He asked. 

“I'm nobody. I have no right to be in those meetings.” You shook your head at him. 

“No right? Nobody?” You repeated his words with a face, walking closer to him. Sandor looks down as you place a hand on his chest. 

“I don't give a damn what anyone says. I need you by my side. Where one goes the other follows.” You said to him then took a deep breath. 

“Plus, you have been around with that sister fucker the most, I trust you.” You told him. 

“Sister fucker?” Sandor chuckles at you with the nickname you gave Jamie.

“I’m going to kill him.” Sandor’s face dropped at your words. 

“They said they were coming to fight with us. We already lost House Glover and now the Lannister's army. How are we going to win?” Sandor brings his hand to cup your face, he notices the color of your eyes changing as you speak. You prefer his callous hand instead of the leather gloves he had on. 

“You want to kill him?” Sandor questions and you nod at him. 

“Then you tell me when and I’ll do it my own way. You kill him, the brother fucker will come for you.” He told you as he squeezed your cheek gently trying to get you out of your angry haze. 

“You do that for me?” You asked him softly, leaning against his touch. Without a single thought he nods down at you. His dark eyes grow hard and his face turns serious. 

“Aye, I would. I’ll kill everyone for you.” He admits to you. You stare up at him and your lips parts in surprise by his words. You deemed yourself lucky right then and there to have such a man like him.

“Kiss me, Sandor.” You whispered to him and the doubts he had earlier in the morning vanished. 

He always thought you looked beautiful but at this moment, the sight of you could make his heart stop. Fuck what everyone thought. All he cared about was what you thought and what you had to say. Even Daenerys' army couldn't hold him back from kissing you right now. He brings your chin up and he leans down to kiss your lips. He feels your hands cup his face, your fingers holding on to his long strands of hair. You open your mouth to welcome his warm tongue. Pulling away, you smile against his lips. 

“I need you to understand this, my love.” You said after you pulled away to stare up at him. Sandor stays silent when you grab his hand from your cheek and hold it tight. 

“Winterfell is your home now. Not King's Landing anymore. You are one of us.” Sandor nods and looks away when he feels tears well up in his eyes. He looks ahead at the entrance of Winterfell, his new home. 

He never felt like he belonged in King's Landing. He liked the weather, the wine and before he met you, the whores. At the end of the day, he hated that shit city. He hated his life, he hated that his brother who was a complete monster was a knight, something he always wanted to be. There were some days he thought of himself as a monster, he wasn't going to lie and say he never killed because he did. He killed many, in battle whenever he was commanded by the king and whoever pissed him off. 

Guarding a brat of a king, mentally drained him. He was done being emotionally abused by Joffrey. Even though he never showed it, never batted an eye when Joffrey hit him with horrid comments about his face and calling him a dog in front of everyone but that changed when you came into his life. 

He felt loved, something he never imagined he would feel. Sandor liked this feeling very much, so much that he carried you when you got sick and fed you. Killed many for you. He liked this feeling so much, he would practically do anything for you. Sandor wasn’t lying to you about killing everyone for you. He would proudly kneel down on one knee and bring you the head of every person you wanted dead. 

If you told him at this very moment that you wanted Jamie dead. He would have Jamie’s severed head in his hand in two minutes. 

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“Brothers. Sister.” You greeted them as you walked inside the great hall seeing Jon, Bran and Sansa at the head table. Sandor’s words were still lingering in your head after you told him what Jamie had done. The walk back to the castle was long when you decided to tell Sandor everything that Bran had told you.  

You weren’t lying when you told Sandor you wanted him near you. You had explained to him that he was absolutely wrong when he thought that he wasn’t  good enough to be in the meetings.

You reminded him that he had led his own men into battle. Sandor spent the majority of his life guarding the Lannister's’ family and most of all, he knew how they thought. Sandor knew how to survive, and knew how the world worked. He can tell when a person is full of shit. You admired that of him. He wasn’t so easily fooled like most. 

You looked over at Daenerys who stood up from her seat when you walked in. You gave her a smile and walked towards her. 

“Apologies, your grace. We haven’t had a chance to introduce ourselves properly.” She matched your smile. 

“I understand. Jon has told me so much about you. I feel like I know you already. I would very much like to  have a conversation after this meeting.” You noticed the look Sansa gave Daenerys when she spoke to you. 

“Of course, your grace.” You nodded. You look around to see Tyrion sitting with Lord Varys, Jorah and Missandei on the side. Brienne and the other Lords sat across the room. You noticed Sandor standing by the wall behind Bran. Sandor’ brown eyes landed on you and he nodded at you. Signaling you that he was here for you.

“I'm sure your sister told you who came.” Daenerys said as both of you took a seat. You sat between her and Sansa as the door opened. Jamie Lannister walked inside. 

The moment you saw him stand in front of you. You felt a growl coming deep inside your chest, you bit your tongue to stop it from coming out. Your eyes went narrowed. You wanted to jump over the table and rip his throat out. For you knew what the King Slayer has done to your little brother. Bran had told you that night when you asked him. Too deep into thought you didn’t realize that Daenerys has started questioning Jamie on why he came alone without the Lannister’s army. You looked over at Tyrion defending Jamie. Daenerys was furious and you were too. 

“You’re right. We can’t trust him. He attacked my father in the streets. He tried to destroy my house and family just as he did with yours.” Sansa chimes in looking over at Daenerys. 

“Our houses were at war!” Jamie exclaimed. “I’ll do it all over again because it was all for my house and my family.” 

“The things we do for love.” Bran spoke out. Your ears perked up at the thumping sound echoing. You knew it came from Jaime. His heart was beating rapidly at Bran’s word. 

“Your grace, may I?” You asked Daenerys. She nodded but looked confused when you rose up from your seat. Sandor frowns when he sees you walking around the table. 

The eldest Lannister’s brother's eyes widen at the sight of you walking towards him. He was going to speak but you started to walk around him, looking at him head to toe like a prey ready to pounce. Jamie looked around the room for help but everyone was equally confused as him. 

“You know I thought about all the ways I would kill you when I saw you.” You said standing behind Jamie. He looks over his shoulder at you with a scared face. 

“You must know by now what I can do.” You said looking over at Tyrion. Knowing his younger brother had told him everything he knew about you. 

“Tear a leg off and leave you out in the cold. Chop your other hand off or maybe your head off and sew it on the body of a lion.” Jon’s blood ran cold when he saw you smiling at Jamie. 

“I’m sure we can find a lion roaming around.” Arya spoke out leaning against the wall in the back. She was away from the rest of the family. Jamie quickly looked over at Tyrion when he noticed Ayra holding a dragger. 

“I don’t believe it.” Jamie said with a shaky voice. He wanted to put up a strong front but his heart was betraying him. You can hear it pounding loudly. Walking closer to him, you can see his face up close. 

“Maybe. I’ll push you off a tower.” You whispered to him, making him shiver. His eyes looked at everyone hoping they didn’t hear you. 

“He wants to fight with us, Lady Y/n.” Tyrion said to you. 

“He has abandoned his house to come to the North and fight with us.” Tyrion kept defending his brother. 

Jamie was looking at Jon for help when he saw Sandor behind Bran staring daggers at him. He didn’t believe it at first but The Hound was right in front of him in the flesh wearing noble clothing. 

“You let this traitor dog into Winterfell to help you with this war but you won’t allow me. Last I heard there was a bounty on his head and he kidnapped you. I heard you died in Castle Black. Am I supposed to believe it now you are a wolf?”  You stare at Jamie as he had his eyes set on Sandor. Sansa let out a sigh as she shook her head at Jamie. This did not go unnoticed by Brienne. 

Before anyone could say a word, the sound of a slap rang in the room and Jamie was on the ground. You stared at him hard as Jamie lay on the ground with his good hand on his cheek. Tyrion was about to check on his brother when you let out a growl scaring him and everyone in the room. 

“Sit down.” You commanded him. Tyrion obey and you look once more at Jamie who was moaning in pain as he held his ear. Bran raised his hand at Sandor to stop. He was about to walk towards you. 

“Is your ear ringing?” You asked as you continued to walk around him. 

“A little trick I learned from Ser Mery Trant. You know the first time I was slapped was in King's Landing by him.  My ears were ringing the whole night, I cried myself to sleep.” Daenerys gave you a pity look as you spoke. She was still a bit shaken by the growl you did. 

“You will get used to it. Just as we did. Consider yourself lucky that it’s just one ear and not two.” Sansa said, making Jon look over at her. Jon recalled the abuse Sandor had told him what Sansa and you had to endure your time in King’s Landing. 

“This isn't about Sandor. This is about where the fuck is your sister and her army.” You said before walking back to your chair. 

Brienne rose up from her seat and walked up the table when you sat down. “Lady Y/n. Your grace.” Brienne starts off. 

“Both of you don't know me that well but I know Ser Jamie. He is a man of honor. He saved me when we were both captured and the men tried to force them on me. He lost his hand because of it.” 

She looked over at Sansa. “Without him, my lady. You wouldn't still be alive. He armed me, armored me and set me to bring you home because he swore an oath to your mother.” Glancing over to Sansa you can see Sansa trusted her. 

“You vouch for him?” Sansa asked her. “I do.” Brienne said with full confidence. 

“Brienne, I want you to understand what you are saying.” You said leaning forward looking over her shoulder to glare at Jamie.

“He steps out of line and it won't be just his head on a spike but yours as well.” Brienne swallowed hard.

“Do you understand?” Brienne nodded at you. “I do, my lady.” 

“I know you hate me for what I did to Sandor. I’m sor-.” You shook your head at her, making her stop. 

“I hold no grudges against you. You can thank him for that. ” Brienne's eyes widen as she looks over at him with gratitude in her eyes. 

“I trust you with my life. If you trust him with yours then we should let him stay.” Sansa said then looked at you with a pleading look to let Jamie stay and fight. 

“What does the Warden in the North have to say about it?” You can sense anger in Daenerys' voice as she looks over at Jon. 

“We need every man we can get.” Jon replied. Daenerys’ eyes harden by his answer. 

“Lady of Winterfell?” She asked you. You took a deep breath and looked around the room. Everyone stared at you, waiting for your answer. 

“I want to kill you.” You said looking at Jamie. “I want to rip your head off of your body and I want your sister to feel everything I felt when your bastard son killed my father.” Jamie and Brienne’s faces pale. 

Letting out a heavy sigh, you glance over at Sansa who kept her gaze down on the table. You fought the urge to look back at Sandor. Before anyone can speak, you look over at Daenerys. 

“However, your grace, I have to side with my family on this. We should let him stay and fight.” 

Jamie let out a sigh of relief when Daenerys nodded, “Very well.” 

She gave the sign to Grey Worm to give Jamie his sword back when you cleared your throat loudly causing the soldier to stop. You rose up from your seat as you continued to stare at Jamie. 

“Ser Jamie, you cause any harm to my family, to any house of the North and Queen Daenerys along with her people. I will tear your heart out of your body but don’t worry about your sister. I’ll have your cock cut off and send to her as a little gift from the North.” Brienne held her breath when your eyes shifted into yellow, your pupils turned into slits for a second. 

“Fuck.” Jamie whispered under his breath as Grey Worm handled him his sword. Noticing Jon and Sansa about to head out, you grabbed a hold of Sansa’s arm and stepped in Jon’s way. Daenerys noticed the look you gave Jon and Sansa, the look of a mother reprimanding her children. 

“Manners. Wait until she leaves.” You said under your breath to Jon and Sansa. He looked angry and you didn't know why. They were leaving before the queen exited first, they know better. 

“Lady Y/n.” Daenerys spoke out as Jon and Sansa stood by the side. 

“Join me, please.” You nodded at her and began to follow her before shooting a glance at Sandor. He gave you a short nod, his eyes never left you until you walked out of the room with Daenerys. 

----

You sat across from Daenerys after walking inside of her chambers. It used to be Rickon’s room, your memory of tucking your little brother in bed was cut short when she sat down and gave you a smile. 

“I'm happy we finally get to speak.” She said, you agreed with her. 

“Do forgive me, the timing has been horrible with everything going on.” 

Before she can speak, you thanked her. She raised her thick brows in confusion. “For saving my brother, the group that went beyond the wall. You brought your dragons to the north, your armies to come and fight with the dead.” 

You can see her face relaxed in relief. She was new to the North, they aren’t  nice with outsiders. You sisters didn't help either, especially Jon. Whatever was going on with him, you had every tendency towards making sure the queen was welcomed. That's what Sandor told you before walking inside the great hall. 

‘You have to make her believe you are on her side. Befriend her and earn her trust.” 

You wanted to be friends with her but you also wanted the North to be free. You were truly grateful for what she has done, Jon and the rest would have certainly died. 

“You’re welcome.” She told you softly. You noticed her looking at you up and down. 

“Curious about how I can transform into a wolf?” You asked not feeling any judgment from her just curiosity. She lets out a laugh and nods, happy you didn’t take it the wrong way. She listens attentively as you tell her the story. She gives you a story about her losing her child. Stillborn, and she had a witch perform blood magic to save her husband. It didn’t work. 

“Did you feel your child?” She asked you. You shook your head. 

“I didn’t know I was with child.” You told her and mentioned the hardship you had endured when Sandor got hurt by Brianne. You took care of him and the trip to the North took a toll on you. 

“You love him?” She asks curiously. 

“I do.” You told her. “He isn’t a lord though?” She asked and your smile dropped. 

“He’s not.” You answered. “The Lady of Winterfell should be with someone with a higher status with a Lord, not with a second born son. Tyrion has told me about Sandor.” 

When you didn’t respond she continued. “Once I sit on the Iron Throne, many acceptable men will request for your hand. An alliance can be created of this, of course.” 

“I’m with Sandor. I’m his and he’s mine. I’m not leaving him for another person.” Daenerys and you shared a look. 

“I simply thought you were with him because he saved you. You’re free now. You don’t owe him anything.” You rose up from your seat. You couldn’t believe what she had just said. Thinking you were with him because he saved you. You placed your hands on the back of the chair and took a deep breath to control yourself.

“No. I’m not with him because he saved me. I’m with him because I love him. I care for him. I’m not marrying anyone else.” 

“You spoke of marriage to him?” She asked and you became silent. Marriage didn’t pop up whenever you were with Sandor. You shook your head. “It hasn’t been bought up. We've been busy with this war and trying to find Jon.” 

“I see.” She looked down for a moment trying to hide her face, she felt ashamed. 

“I'm sorry.” She said standing up slowly walking towards you. She placed an unsteady hand over yours. 

“I just thought but I should have known better. I have seen the way he looks at you. The way you look at him. I was there the day you became human. He washed you, he clothed you. He fought for you. I thought the Dothraki were brutal but his fight with those men wer-..” She stops when she notices your face, you’re frowning. 

“Fight? What do you mean?” Daenerys removes her hand from you. She stuttered for a moment, she felt like she spoke out of term. You didn't know. There had to be a reason why you were left in the dark, she thought to herself. 

“They wanted you dead. The men from Castle Black, you killed their brothers. They settled on a duel. He fought and killed those men for you, so you could live.” 

“Oh-h” You said, Daenerys nodded at you. “I’m positive there has to be a reason why he didn't mention. He was more worried about you. Wanted to get it over with so he can be by your side.” 

“Thank you for telling me.” You gave her a smile. You didn't know why he didn't tell you? Was he ashamed? Was he hurt? You didn’t notice last night. He brushed it off like it was nothing when you mentioned about the men in Castle Black probably wanting you dead.  

“I want you to meet my children.” Your brows rose up in surprise. Her children, she didn't mean.

“Fuck.” You whispered under your breath when you stood in front of Daenerys’ dragons. You have seen them when you were a wolf, you had directed them to Jon and the group. Their eyes stare at you before looking at their mother who walked towards them to pet them. 

You felt a sense of comfort and warmth rush over you as you looked at the dragons in front of you. Daenerys smiled brightly as she petted Rhaegal’s snout. She let out a giggle when a Drogon let out a whine wanting affection from his mother as well. The sense came over you once more when Drogon got a pat. 

“They are happy.” You blurted out, it was true. You can feel it, as you continue to stare at them. Their eyes held so much love for Daenerys. 

“I hope they are.” The queen said, looking over her shoulder at you. 

“They are. I feel it.” You told her with a nod. “How?” 

You shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know. I just do. I feel it.” 

“Perhaps because you can transform into an animal. You can feel their emotions.” You had to agree with her, that definitely was a possibility. You are still new to this power and you knew it was going to be a long time before you could get used to it or know how to control it. You wanted to see the red priestess so bad to ask her about the ritual. A life for a life, why did you become this? 

“After you became a human, they flew around. Grey Worm said they might have been looking for you. Others said they were smelling the smaller animals but not eating them. They’re interested in you.” 

“Well.” You began but trailed off when you were met with two pairs of dark eyes staring down at you. 

“I feel very special I was able to capture their interest.” You finished off a little bit wary when Drogon tilted his head to the side as he looked at you intensely. 

“Pet them.” She told you and you made a face. “I doubt they would like that.” 

“Try it. It’s fine.” You wanted to groan loudly but you kept silent. You were scared of these freaking huge dragons, you didn’t want to be a burnt wolf. You slowly walked towards her, taking a deep breath as you raised your right hand towards Drogon. 

“They seemed content when they met your brother, Jon.” You heard her as your fingertips touched the rough scales on Drogon. 

“It’s me. The wolf you saw.” You said to the dragon. Not really knowing if they could understand you but you wanted to say it. You froze when Drogon smelled your hand, his nostrils grew big and his mouth dropped open showing you his big sharp teeths. 

You flinched when Rhaegal pushed his brother out of the way to smell your hand as well. Daenerys watched with amazement how the dragons looked at each other for a moment then looked back at you. 

You bought your hand down and took a step backward. “How do you communicate with them?” 

“I speak Valyrian. I have taught them to obey me with commands in that language.” 

“That’s amazing. You’re incredible, Dany.” You said in disbelief that she was able to raise these dragons and teach them. When she didn’t reply, you looked over at him and noticed her expression on her face. 

You immediately realized your mistake, you didn't address her properly. “Forgive me, your grace.” 

“My brother used to call me that.” She said in a melancholy tone. Her eyes looked down at the ground for a moment. 

“I’m sorry.” She shook her at your apology and told you there was nothing to forgive and gave you a smile. 

“I wouldn’t mind someone else calling me that.” 

“I’ll do it when it’s just us then.” You told her, you felt like you made progress in becoming her friend. Waving goodbye to her children, both of you walked side by side back to Winterfell. You asked her about her mothers tongue, High Valyrian. 

“Dracarys.” You repeated slowly and Daenerys nodded, surprised how well you said it. 

Her bright and wide smile soon went away while both of you started to walk back. She cleared her throat while you looked around to see the dragons still staring at you. They were indeed interested in you. 

“I wanted to speak to you about a matter.” You look at her and notice the seriousness on her face. 

“Yes, your grace.” Daenerys stopped in mid walk and turned to look at you. 

“Your brother, Jon promised me men for my battle with Cersei. You, however, aren't a man. I want you to join me when I take over the Iron Throne. Having a wolf along with dragons and armies, I would like it very much.” You were a bit shocked by her request. 

You weren't sure what to say, the first thing on your mind. You decided what Sandor would say. Before you could say a word, she placed a hand on your arm. 

“You once said, you would fight for who is loyal to House Stark. Once I sit on the throne, House Stark and House Targaryen would be closer, closer than friends. Sisters.” That sounded like a good idea and that very moment all you could do is nod and bow at her. 

Separating when making it to the castle, you were caught off guard by the side hug she gave you before disappearing with Tyrion and Varys who were waiting for her by the gates. Your eyes narrowed at Tyrion who kept staring at you. You can see he was upset but he had no reason to be. His big brother will remain alive and breathing unless he does something. You made a note that you wouldn’t do it in front of Tyrion. You respected Tyrion and for all he did for you and your sister in King’s Landing but you not killing  Jamie the moment you saw him was all he deserved. 

You nodded at the people from Winterfell who showed their respect to you as you passed by. This was all new to you. People bowing to you and people calling you Lady of Winterfell. How you wished your parents were here to show you more, to train you how to truly run Winterfell in its glory. You smiled at the FreeFolk as they bow their heads to you. 

You were about to head inside when you heard people cheering by the stables. You walked and found a group of men surrounding Sandor and Tormund. They were practicing their fighting. You leaned against the stable wall as you watched Sandor block Tormund’s hit. 

Sandor had taken off his fur cape along with his coat, you couldn't help but stare at him. He had a dark tunic shirt, the sleeves were folded up to his elbows showing his thick arm covered in dark hair. You took a deep breath as you watched him fight again, the way his muscles tensed up. The way he grunted when he banged his sword with Tormund’s. You crossed your arms over your chest, as you began to get turned on by watching Sandor fight, your mind wondered about the fight he won for you. Was it bloody? Was he hurt? 

Too busy staring at his broad shoulders, remembering how the night before you were holding on to them as he thrusted into you. Your inner thighs twitch when you remember his breath against your skin, his lips kissing and sucking your clit and his thick facial hair scratching you as he ate you out. It was painfully good. 

“Lady Y/n.” A voice behind you brought you back and you looked over your shoulder. You immediately recognize who it was. He had grown the last time you saw. Both of you were young when you shared your first kiss with him. 

“Michael.” You greeted him and he did the same. Looking over once more you saw Tormund on the ground. 

“I'm glad you're alive.” Michael admitted making you turn back to him. You saw him rubbing the back of his neck. His dark curls shook as he did it. He looked down to the ground for a second before looking back up at you with a small smile. 

“I'm glad to be alive too. You survived when The Bolton took over?” He nodded at you and his smile disappeared. 

“They were animals. Most of the servants and stable boys hid in the houses of Winter town. Your father would be proud of what you did to that bastard Ramsay.” Michael spoke out as he got closer to you. 

“There was never a day I forgot about you. When you left for King’s Landing. I thought I would never see you again.” You took a step back from Michael when he was going to touch your arm. He noticed and dropped his hand before continuing on. 

“I haven’t forgotten our kiss. Our first kiss.” You shook your head at him. 

“Michael, my heart belongs to another. I’m with Sandor Clegane.” Michael let out a loud laugh as he shook his head in disbelief. 

“No.” He said laughing as he tried to get a hold of your arm but you took another step back. 

“He’s a murderer, m’lady. He’s Joffrey’s dog.” Michael said, making you angry. How dare he speak ill of the man you love. 

You raised a finger to his face. “Never! Never say that again. He is not a dog, do you hear me? Sandor Clegane isn’t a dog, he protected my sister and I from those in King’s Landing. He took me away from that horrid place where I was beaten and accused of being a traitor's daughter. He protected, fed me and took me to my brother, Jon. I am here because of him. Do not forget it. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him, the wolf you saw that day was because of him, Lord Umber and everyone would have died that night if it wasn't for the wolf. Have some decency to respect him.” You finished with a shout. Michael was about to speak when he froze in fear. 

You felt a warm hand on your lower back. “Is there a problem here?” Sandor’s deep voice slices the tension between Michael and you. Michael's dark eyes went straight to your hand when you placed it on Sandor’s chest. 

“Is there a problem, Michael?” You repeated Sandor’s words.

“No, m’lady. Forgive me,” Michael lowered his head and walked out of the stable. Ignoring the looks from the crowd who were all ready with a weapon in their hand in case something happened. 

“So, that's him then? The one who gave you your first kiss?” You look up at Sandor who was staring at Michael's back. 

“Yes but you will be the only person I’ll kiss for now on.” Sandor looks down at your words and grins. He pulls closer to you making you smile. You turn back to the crowd forgetting that they were there. Tormund nodded at you with a smile. 

“Available for a fight?” You turned at the sound of your sister, Arya standing on the edge of the crowd with a look. 

You said her name trying to stop her. “Arya, what are you doing?”

“I want to see if it’s true?” You frowned at her not understanding. 

“I want to see if Sandor is truly one of the most dangerous and skilled fighters in Westeros.” Arya said, taking her sword out that she calls Needle. You looked between Sandor and Arya. 

“Come on then pup. You want to get back at me for your friend. This is your time.” Arya walked to the circle ignoring you. Sandor laughs at the size of her sword, calling it a toothpick. 

“First to draw blood is the winner.” Arya spoke as she took her stance and aimed her sword at Sandor. 

He nodded at her before glancing over at you. You had your arms crossed your chest as you stood next to Tormund. It was no use, Arya was hardhead just as you. You silently pray no one will get hurt and hope this will end Sandor and Arya's difference once and for all. 

Sandor was strong but Arya was smaller and quicker. At one point of the fight, you gasped and grabbed Tormund by the arm when you saw Arya go between Sandor’s legs to escape his sword. The crowd's excitement grew as Sandor and Arya kept their fight. You can see Sandor was getting frustrated and Arya had a frown on her face when she realized she couldn't get a hit on Sandor. 

“You killed my friend.” Arya yelled as she moved around. Her cheeks were red from the running. Her shoulders rose up and down as she stood across from Sandor. 

“I know.” Sandor said, looking at the young Stark. 

Sandor remembers how upset she was when you wouldn't leave behind him. He understood her anger, if he had a friend and someone killed them, he too would be mad. He wanted her to get over it, be done with it. There was a more pressing matter at hand and she wanted to fight him to get revenge for her friend. In the corner of his eye, he can see how nervous you looked. As much Sandor just wanted to pick up the pup from her neck and knock some sense in her, he wouldn't. 

Arya winced when Sandor managed to knock her sword out of her hand. Grabbing her wrists with his hands, he pulled her close to him. He looked down at her. His eyes were dark as he stared at her. He groaned when she kicked his leg but he just squeezed her wrists. 

“I killed him.” Sandor hissed with a nod. “I did but it would have been my head or his. That blonde cunt, command me.” 

“How can you kill someone who was innocent?  You're a dog. You're a monster!” Arya began to kick harder. 

“You think I wanted to kill him.” Sandor sneered at Arya. “I prefer killing men. Not children.” 

He pushes Arya and she stumbles back, glaring at him. 

“I'm sorry for killing your friend.” Her thick dark brows knitted together at Sandor. He had just apologized and it shocked her to the core. 

“What's the meaning of this?!” Arya and Sandor looked ahead to see Jon walking towards them with an angry look. Jon looked around him and frowned when on one walked away, they all stared at you waiting for you to dismiss them. 

“A match.” Arya answered her brother as you began to walk towards them. 

“Can we put this behind us now?” Jon watched as Sandor and Arya gave each other a look. 

“Did you mean it?” Arya asked Sandor, looking up at him. He nods at her. Her dark eyes casted down when she saw you grab a hold of his hand by your side. 

“Was this your idea?” Jon asked you, turning to look at you. You frowned at the tone of his voice. 

“The idea was mine.” Sandor spoke out and without hesitation and thought, he pulled you behind him to stand in front of Jon. 

“It was mine as well.” Arya added putting her sword back into its spot near her hip. 

Jon’s eyes quickly scanned his surroundings, everyone staring and waiting for his next move. 

“I need a moment with you, sister.” Jon said, his eyes landing behind Sandor at you. 

“Of course.” You answered him, you gave Sandor's hand a gentle squeeze. 

“Alone.” Jon’s voice was sharp and Sandor frowned looking at Jon. 

“Very well.” You responded as Jon walked away. Arya and the others wondered what was wrong. You were about to walk when Sandor refused to let your hand go. Looking back at him, about to question him. He brought your hand up to his lips. A peck on your knuckles before he released your hand. 

“Control your temper. I believe he wants to talk about the meeting.”  He told you and took a deep breath. 

“I’ll try my hardest.” You mumbled as you gave him a nod and followed Jon. Ignoring the others' small bow to you, you passed them and headed into the castle. 

Jon was in his chambers, shutting the door behind you. You watched as he stared at the flame of the fireplace. He took a deep breath before looking at you. 

“We have to speak about many things.” He said, signaling you to sit by the fireplace. Removing your cape and dropping it on the chair, you sat across from him. 

“What about?” You asked him, placing your hands on your lap. 

“Let’s start off with those heads on the spike.” Jon said and you shrugged your shoulders. 

“What about them? They got what they deserved.” Jon stared at you in disbelief. 

“I told you we were going to fix this.” You shook your head at him. 

“I didn’t want to fix it. I wanted them dead. Lord Baelish died because he betrayed our father. For selling Sansa to that sick fuck, Ramsey and he died for taking Winterfell away from us. He died for raping our sister and killing our little brother! Have you forgotten about Rickon?!” You yelled at him. 

“I have not!” Jon answered you. “You changed.” Jon said as he placed his arms on his knees and leaned forward. 

“Of course, I changed. You change when you're in a new city where they abuse and ridicule you. You change when you save the man you love, you change when you work under the sun all day for a bowl of stew and a place to sleep.” You rose up from the seat and walked toward Jon. 

“You change completely when you save yourself from being raped in front of the man you love.” Jon looks up at you with a shocked expression. 

“They weren’t the only people I killed before.” You told Jon truthfully. 

“But know this, I killed for a purpose.” Jon looks away from you with a sigh. 

“Were you serious about Jamie?” He asked you. 

“Absolutely. I wait for the chance he steps out of line. Perhaps the white walkers would take him instead.” 

You glanced down at Jon, he rubbed his bare hands together. You looked down at yours, both of you had changed. His hands were once soft and are now tough. Walking closer to him, you can see something else is bothering him. You knew it couldn’t be that he was afraid of you, his heart would have been beating quickly. 

“What else is wrong?” You asked him, you reached for his hand. Happy that he took it, you waited for him to answer. In the chamber of Jon’s, he told you his true name. His real parents. You watched as Jon spoke about what Sam had told him. Bran had even seen it for himself. 

“Did you tell her? Daenerys?” You questioned him and he nodded. 

“What if she killed you?” You snapped at him, making him frown. “She wouldn't!” 

“Jon!” You yelled your brother's name loudly. 

“You are the last male of House Targaryen. You would have a claim to have the Iron Throne. What makes you think she wouldn't kill you or see you as a threat.” You covered your face as you walked away from him. Your stomach grew ill at the thought of Jon dead. Jon remains quiet, you repeated those same words that came from Daenerys. 

“You would have a claim to the Iron Throne.” 

Walking to the nearest window, in haste to get yourself calm. You didn’t want to think of Jon, dead. You couldn’t lose another one of your family. You took a deep breath of the cold air. Your body shook as the icy air breezed into the room. It’s colder than before. 

“She won’t do such a thing, sister. We have an understanding. We love each other. I bend the knee for her to come here and help us with this war.” You look over your shoulder at him. 

“You did well on that part. We need her army but Jon, how can I trust her with just love? While she’s surrounded by a counsel who holds not one or two but three who used to be with the enemy.” Jon shook his head. 

“I doubt.-“ You cut Jon off with a shout. “They served the Lannister at one point. Take it from someone who knows what they think.” 

“Who? You?” Jon answered. “Sandor.” 

“And you trust him? He was just a guard of Joffrey.” Jon told you. 

You turned around. “Did you know he also guarded Cersei when she was younger? He knows how she thinks. He knows their strategies with war. I trust Sandor with everything I have in my body.” You told him. 

About to speak again, you were met with a smell of death. Your body froze completely, your fingers trembled in fear. The same scent surrounded you when you went over the wall, when you were being chased by the white walkers.  

The Night King and his army are in Winterfell. 

“They are here. We must alert everyone.” You told Jon and then all of sudden a trumpet was rung out. That was a sign, the war was about to begin.  

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You couldn't believe Jon and Sandor. They stood before you, advising you to stay down in the crypts with Sansa. 

“I will not. This is my home. I have a gift and I'm going to use it.” You told them both, walking away from them. Sansa watched by the entrance of the crypt as Sandor followed you to the entrance of Winterfell. Everyone was getting into position, everyone was praying while others drank their fear away. 

“Lady Y/n.” Others call out for you to stop but you push the others to the front of the line. Sandor yelled your name. The Unsullied marched into position. The wind harsh against your face as you stared at the darkness ahead of you.

Sandor pulled on your arm, pulling you towards him. His face was twisted in anger but fear filled his brown eyes. 

“You need to stay down there, you hear me? I won’t lose you again.” You shook your head. 

“I'm not going to stay down there while everyone fights for this place. This is OUR home, Sandor.” He held his weapon in his hand as he looked ahead at the darkness. 

“If you -.” Shaking your head once more you cupped his face with your hands. 

“Whatever happens, I love you.” Sandor looks back down at you. He knows your stubbornness like the back of his hand. He was treating you like the lady he met in King’s Landing, years ago but you have changed. You have grown to be a fighter.  Like he said before, you are the strongest person he knows. All he can do is hope, hope that you will make it out alive just like him. 

“Come back to me.” Sandor whispers your name as he pulls you in for one last kiss. He felt the stares of everyone but he didn't care. 

“I love you too.” Sandor whispered against your lips. Both of you pulled away when the sound of a dragon roar echoed in the air. Looking up, it was Jon mounted on Rhaegal, landed a few feet away, Jon stared at you. 

“The Dothraki are up first. Keep an eye on them.” Jon said to you then looked at Jorah. The older man gave him a nod. 

Ghost gave a howl as he stood beside Jorah who was on a horse. Rhaegal flew up and you quickly removed your coat. Sandor and you shared a look when you were in your white undergarment. The cold air nips your bare skin. Sandor felt his feet glued into the ground as he watched you pull away. Sansa and Arya watched you up on the tower, your gown wiped back and forward as you stepped into the darkness. Everyone stood silent when Ghost howled when you let out a scream. 

Sandor and the rest stood outside, holding their position when Melisandre came from the darkness when you went. Melisandre gave them hope when she lit the Dothraki's arakhs. She walked into Winterfell passing Sandor. He eyed her and looked ahead. Hidden amongst the dark, you watched the Dothraki ride into battle, the fur on your body stood up, you heard their hearts beating with fear and excitement. Their chants were echoing in the air, it gave you hope but it soon disappeared with a cry, their screams and shouts filled your body. You quickly ran towards them, your eyes widened at the sight of the Night King’s army. 

The flames they held proudly in the air, disappeared one by one. Last thing you saw was a giant staring right back at you before everything turned dark. 

“Retreat!” You hear Ser Jorah scream. You feel the horses ride beside you and you make a run back to Winterfell. You will protect the survivors just as you did for young Lord Umber and his people. Running faster, you stopped a few feet away at the edge of the Winterfell, hidden in the darkness. Watching one by one, with your hind legs you jumped when you saw one of the Dothraki being chased by a white walker.

Sandor froze when he heard a scream. He saw a few Dothraki running towards them. Sandor squinted his eyes when he saw a horse riding ahead. He saw it was Jorah, he was wounded. Two more were behind them, each of them screaming for their horses to run faster. 

“Fuck” Tormund beside him whispered when he saw a pair of blue eyes behind Jorah and the two Dothraki. An enormous white walker polar bear jumped in the air towards them. 

Inches away from Jorah, the older man flinched when he saw the animal. A growl made its way out of your chest as you jumped towards the bear. The others jumped when they saw you save them, Jorah was staring with wide eyes as you rolled around the snow ground with the polar bear. Grey Worm shouted and the Unsullied quickly grabbed their spear, aiming ahead. 

Managing to break free the polar bear pushes you back and stands on its leg. Even standing, both of you were almost the same height. 

“Archers!” Arya yelled. One by one the archers grabbed their bow and aimed at the white polar bear. 

Sansa grabbed her sister's hand when you snarled at the bear, showing your fangs. Your thick fur tail is high in the air. Sandor watched as the bear made the first move, getting down on four legs and running towards you. 

“Rel-.” Arya yelled but a harsh wind came, blocking their view. “Stop!” She yelled before anyone hit you instead. 

Sandor's eyes widen when the bear hits you on the chest, pushing you towards the crowds. A whine came from you and Sandor shouted your name. Everyone froze when you looked at them, yellow eyes found their way to Sandor. The polar bear growled before running towards you. You knew it would go towards the people if you didn’t stop it. You had to kill this bear, protect the people in Winterfell, you must protect your home. Sandor watches you get up and run towards the bear tackling down on its back. Letting out a growl your snot made its way to its neck. Ripping its neck, you didn’t stop until it's head was off. Managing to rip its head off, you spit it out. Sansa smiled when she saw the bear was dead. Her chest filled with pride watching you pace back and forth in front of the people. Your eyes never leave ahead. 

Her smile faltered when she saw you freeze and stared ahead. A great howl came from you and you quickly turned around to run towards the people. Sandor flinched when you walked beside them. Everyone moved to the side and Jamie stared at you as you took deep breaths. Sandor felt the warmth coming from you, your body moving with every breath you took. 

“Stand your ground.” Brianne shouts as the dead come. Arya took Sansa to the cults the moment they saw the dead coming. 

“I can help.” Sansa told Arya. Watching you fight, turn something on for Sansa. She wasn’t a wolf like you, she was not strong like Sandor or wasn’t the best fighter like Arya but she knew she can help somehow. 

“Take this.” Arya gives her a knife. It felt weird in her hands. She never held a weapon in her life. 

“You kill them with the pointy end.” Arya told her and walked her down to the crypt telling her to protect the people there. They will need the savings Working as a team, Sandor knocked the dead trying to cut your legs while you knocked the ones coming at him with your paws. Sandor screams your name when he hears a whine from behind him. A walker managed to get on top of you. Arya gritted her teeth as she released an arrow. The walker on top of you about to stab you, fell down to the ground with an arrow in his head. Beric and Tormund ran towards you when you fell on your side, a group of white walkers began to run towards you. Sandor screams when he swings his sword, cutting down two white walkers near you. 

Sandor runs towards you, he sees blood on the snow and looks at you. He doesn’t ask if you’re alright, you are growling at the next white walker running towards Beric. 

“They can’t light the trenches.” Someone screamed. The weather is worsening, they can’t see any more, the dark is once again approaching them. 

Sandor stood in front of you as the others did. They can hear Melisandre chanting with all he might. Your eyes glowed when you saw the torches were lit up in flames. Sandor took a step back, surprised at the sudden flames. You ran towards him covering his face with your fur. Sandor bit his bottom lips to control his breathing, he shoved his face in your thick fur. His free hand shook as he held on to your fur. He hears a soft whine from you. 

“Man the wall! Get inside.” You hear people screaming. You push Sandor, towards the entrance. Pushing him with your snot, the shock has taken a toll on him. He was disoriented and he couldn't hear Beric screaming his name. Looking over at Beric, he was too busy staring at Sandor and you that he didn’t realize white walkers were running behind. 

“We protect our own.” Beric's voice echoed in your head. Thoros saved you and now it was your turn to save Beric. Pushing Sandor inside you leap towards Beric who crouched to the ground when he saw you. He looked over his shoulder to see you had saved him from a group of white walkers. 

“Run!” People screamed while pushing him towards the doorway. The dead figured out how to pass by the flamed torches. Beric screams your name as he watches you get left behind, too busy killing more walkers. You didn’t see the doors behind you closing.  

Sandor managed to get behind a pillar trying to get his breathing in control. Every time he shut his eyes, images of his brother were shown. The smell of burned skin filled his senses He gripped his sword tight against his chest. Beric screamed his name but it was no use, there was no getting to Sandor. 

Jon gripped tightly as Rhaegal flew over the castle, he saw dead was now crawling, climbing on the wall. 

“Dracarys!” Jon screams and Rhaegal obeys, firing at the group of walkers forming against the wall. In the corner of Jon’s eyes, he saw you running with all your might. You were being followed by thousands of walkers. He sees you trying to find a way in the castle. 

You hear the wings flapping of the mighty beast, couching down you feel the heat from the fire. Looking over, Jon pointed at the empty wall. He’s giving you a way to climb. Your only problem was, you didn’t have hands and the edges of the wall were barricaded. Jon grunts when he feels Rhaegal moving around too much as they watch you run back to the castle, the walkers were speeding up. They saw you and Rhaegal roared as he blew flames in their way. Jon watched as you jumped with all your might, climbing on the stones.

“LADY Y/N!” Jamie and Brienne were near the tower when they heard the screams of the people of the vale. Brienne runs at the sight of a hand grabbing a hold of the stone. Jamie follows her when both of you see you trying to climb over. 

“Sandor!” Beric shouts running towards him. Sandor pushes him when Beric slaps his cheek trying to get him back into reality. 

“What?!” Sandor screams as he leans against the wall. Beric points across the courtyard, Sandor follows his arm and he froze when he saw you, back in your human form trying to climb over the wall. The sight of you snapped him back into reality. You were in need of help, the woman he loves needs to be saved. Sandor gripped the handle of his sword as he ran across the courtyard. Grunting as he swung his sword at any walker that got near him. Beric followed him, covering his back as they walked up the stairs to get near Jamie and Brianne. 

“We have to go!” Jamie screamed at Brienne. It was no use, there were too many wights gaining up to help you. 

“I made an oath to protect her daughters.” Brienne shouts back at him as she kicks a wight out of her way. 

“My lady.” She yells as she grabs your hand. “Brienne!” You shout in relief, grabbing her hand. You screamed when your foot slip making your hold on the wall slip. Jamie runs when he sees Brienne isn't able to pull you up in one arm. 

You scream when you look down to see the walkers are coming up. Jon is nowhere in sight. You’re hanging now. 

“Let go!” You shout as you look up Brienne, it’s no use. You can feel yourself slipping from her bloody leather gloves. 

“No!” She shouts and shakes her head. Tears ran down your cheeks, this was the end. You knew when you felt yourself slipping from her grasp. 

Brienne screams when you slip out of her gasp. You cry out when you feel a strong pair of hands holding your wrist. Looking up, you saw Sandor gritting his teeth together as he pulled you up with one hand. 

Jamie and Beric hold off the walkers surrounding them as Sandor helps you get over the wall. Brienne takes her coat off and wraps it around your frame. 

“Go!” She shouts at Sandor as she picks his sword from the ground and pushes him to the doorway of a staircase. 

“You know the way?” Sandor asked, holding your hand for dear life as both of you ran in the hallways. 

“Come here.” You tell him as you pull him to make a right turn. Making it to Sansa’s room, Sandor bust the door open, shutting it close when you went inside. You're shaking heavily as you stand against the wall as Sandor barricades the door with furniture. He drops his sword and walks towards you. You open your arms wrapping around his torso. He cups your face, moving your hair out of your face. Checking for any wounds. 

“You’re hurt?” He asks as he opens the coast, his feeling feeling your stomach and hips. He looks down at your leg and sees you've been cut, not too deep but you were bleeding. 

“Come.” He says helping you sit on bed. He quickly rummages through Sansa’s dresser, looking for a cloth. Anything. 

“Are you hurt?” You asked him.

 “It’s not my blood.” He tells you when you move his lock of hair out of his forehead, it was sticking against it with blood. Sandor rips a shirt and quickly wraps it around your leg. 

You can’t help but cry as you hear the screams from outside, the sound of people fighting for their life. 

“Where did you go?” Sandor asked, tying the cloth around your left leg. 

“I was hiding your view.” You tell him. “From the flames.” You whispered looking at his expression. Sandor sighs deeply looking down at your legs. Guilt filling his chest. 

“They were running inside. Beric would have died, he was calling for you. I had to save him. We protect our own.” You said trying to catch Sandor’s attention. 

“I’m a cunt. Afraid of fire. Look what it did to me. I left you behind.” You shook your head. 

“You’re not a cunt. We are all afraid of things, Sandor. I’m fucking scared.” You tear up. 

“I’m scared of losing you.” You admit to him. Sandor pulls you in for a kiss, laying his sweaty forehead against your. You wrap your arm around his neck, pulling him close for a hug. 

“I’m taking you to crypts.” You disagree with him, telling him it’s not right. 

“You’re hurt.” He tells you. “But I can still fight.” You added. 

“What can I do to make you go?” Sandor sits next to you. 

You can see it in his face, he’s tired and afraid. Everyone was afraid and for some reason you thought of Daenerys' words. Of marriage and of that fight Sandor did in Castle Black.  There was a war going on but you couldn’t help but want to ask him. Sandor had started to look again in Sansa’s closet looking for a dress for you. 

“Why didn’t you tell me about your duel in Castle Black?” You asked him. Ripping a dress from the hanger, he looks over his shoulder. 

“Who told you that?” His voice was soft. 

“Daenerys. Why didn’t you tell me?” Sandor begins to walk towards you, his thick fingers trying to unbutton the buttons on the back of the dress. 

“It was the least I could do, little wolf. After everything you did for me. I didn’t know if you were going to wake up or not. I wouldn’t let them touch you. If you didn’t wake up, I would have kept you just like how you did to me.” Sandor answered you as he gave you the dress. 

“You should have told me. Thank you for that.” You said quickly removing Brienne's coat and slipping into the dress. Sandor walks back to the closest looking for any shoes. He sighs when he doesn’t find any. 

“I’ll carry you there.” Sandor said walking back to you. 

“Not yet.” Sandor says your name and you shake your head. 

“You asked what you can do to make me go down in the crypt, I have it.” Sandor looks back at the door when another scream across the courtyard rang out. 

“What is it?” Sandor questioned as you turned around. He helped with the top button in the back of the dress and grabbed the coat from the bed. 

“Sandor, Marry me?” You asked, when he didn't answered right away, you looked over your shoulder at him. 

Sandor believes he’s dead. His body is burning from the flames outside. It had to be the only explanation. This was heaven. It had to be even in a time like this.  

Perhaps his heart stopped during mid battle. Have the gods granted this to him, for everything he has done? 

You want to marry him, you wanted  to spend the rest of your life with him. He considers himself unworthy, heavily damaged, a mean fucker but you want him. You have given your love, your body, your home and now you want to marry him. What does he have to offer to you? A fucked face? No money and there’s certainly no home of his own since he’s a second born son. A horrid reputation because of his last name and older brother.

Even with all the cons he had thought right then and there to not marry you, his heart says yes. Fucking yes. 

He doesn’t have much but he will give you his love, his body and his protection.  He will bend over backwards for you, just for you. Just for his little wolf. Sandor stutters for a moment, he opens his mouth to say yes when behind him, you looked out the window and saw a blue light appear outside.

“Oh fuck!” He whispered when he saw one of Daenerys' dragons into a white walker. Its blue flames burned the inside of Winterfell. 

“We must help them.” You tell him as you move the furniture out of the way. 

Before he could shout your name, he saw you running down the hallway. Grabbing his sword, he runs after you. Sandor grabs your shoulders and tucks you close to his side when both of you make it to the courtyard. Absolute chaos surrounded both of you. Something snapped into Sandor, the blue flames didn’t scare him. His own thought was to take you down into the crypt. He will guard the crypt until his last breath and if the gods were his own his side. He would marry you. 

Arya caught sight of you and ran towards you. “Arya!” You shouted, hugging her tight. 

“They have overrun the crypt. I can’t find Sansa. They overrun Winterfell!” Arya yelled, her face is beaten and she’s panting heavily. 

“What about Bran?!” You asked and Arya's face fell before looking over at the Godswood. She noticed a few white walkers marching towards it. 

“Go now!” You shout at her. “I’ll try to find Sansa.” 

Finding a nearby weapon, you grabbed it from a hand’s of a corpse. Sandor and you made it to crypts, you screamed for Sansa but no luck. 

“We have to go inside.” Sandor shook his head as he heard screeching inside. 

“My sister might be there.” You tell him. “If she’s not?” 

Looking at the staircase, you saw you can fit in there in your wolf form. Sandor yells for you when saw you leap down onto the stairs. The dress along the coat rips into sheds when you transform. About to follow you, Sandor growls when he feels a pair of arms around his neck. He yells and walks backwards trying to find a wall to crush the wight. 

Sansa’s arm was in pain. She couldn’t recall how many times she had stabbed a white walker. Every stab she did, gave her more confidence. She saved Gilly and little Sam. Missandei and her even worked together to save a few children who were hiding behind the statues. The crypts were filled with the dead. Sansa desperately wanted to get out, she couldn’t handle all this death around her. A wight got too close to her and she was in tears. She managed to save herself along with Tyrion. Her back against the wall, she feels Tyrion’s hand grip hers. They were in a small cave in the back of the crypts  Sansa can hear the survivors huddle close to each other. Mothers were covering their children’s mouths to not make a peep. The older people prayed to the gods to have mercy on their souls since this was the end. 

Varys stood still when a growl was heard in the crypts. He looks at Sansa who was the only one holding a weapon. Missandei lost hers when she stabbed a wight in the eye. Everyone jumped when the screeching of the wights grew louder. Statues were heard crashing down to the ground and then a howl was heard. Sansa's eyes grew loud, it was you. 

“Y/n!” She shouts ignoring Tyrion who was trying to pull her back into the cave. 

Sansa ran further to see you, she stopped by another statute that hadn't been torn down. Hiding behind it, she caught you taking down another wight. She gripped the hilt of the dagger when she saw a wight crawling on the ceiling. She shouts your name when the white walker releases its hold from the ceiling and lands on top of you, mounted on you. The wight holds its sword high in the air about to ram it behind you when Sansa ran and stabbed it on the leg. 

The white walker falls to the ground. Turning around you let out a whine when you saw a white walker behind Sansa. There’s a sword lodged into her belly. Sansa kept staring at you, her hands shook when she touched her stomach. 

Growling at the white walker behind her, it suddenly collapses on the ground. Sansa tries to speak but blood flows out of her mouth. Tyrion and Varys run when they hear a howl. The group behind them follows hoping this war was over but all they saw was Sansa on her floor. Tyrion covers his mouth with a hand when he sees Sansa. You gave out another howl, it echoed under the ground. Varys and the others watched as you slowly transformed back into human. Your howls became sobs. Your bare shoulders shook as you grabbed Sansa, pulling her into your chest. 

“Sansa. Please.” You cry as you cupped your sister’s face. Sansa’s blue eyes stared at the ceiling. Blood marked on your bare body as you held her. She was gone. You lost another sibling. 

Sandor runs down the stairs, following your cries. He screams your name then hears Arya with Jon behind him. He freezes when he sees you leaning against a statue with Sansa dead in your arms. You’re crying as you hold her. Your face pressed against her neck as you rocked back and forth. 

Arya lets out a whimper when she sees the sight of her two sisters. She immediately kneels down beside you, covering her mouth. You look ahead at Jon and Sandor. Jon’s shoulder slumped down as he walked towards his sister. He looks at the statue to see Ned Stark’s statue was the one you were leaning against. 

“The war is over.” Jon told the others as he walked towards you. They didn’t move, shocked by what just happened. The war, Sansa’s death and the sight of you crying over your dead sister, holding her in your arms while Ned looked down at his children. 

You don’t remember much after Sansa’s death. Everything was blurb. You were exhausted, everyone was. You remember Sandor carrying you back to the master chambers. The days were long and so cold afterwards. Winterfell had to be rebuilt. The burial was the hardest for everyone. Watching their loved ones burned, you remained by his side, Sandor tucked you to his side as they paid their respect. Tears ran down your face when you saw Beric laying with the dead. Arya had told you he protected her. Sansa had a place next to Robb. Sandor watched you closely after Sansa’s funeral. You weren’t yourself, he found you up in the middle of the night sitting on the ground or in the chair by the bed. Staring at the door with a dragger or your ax in your hands. He stayed with you the night Winterfell celebrated their win. He didn’t feel like celebrating, the servants were kind enough to roast him a chicken. You sat by the table near the fireplace. Sandor made you a plate and even poured you some tea. He didn’t bring the marriage proposal up, it didn’t seem like the right time. You were in mourning. 

After the war, the servants grew comfortable with being around Sandor. Many people did in Winterfell. The whispers he usually got quieted down. They respected him more when he began to help the others pick the rubble of the fallen castle and somehow Sandor became the lead on a group of people helping pick the fallen castle. They just listened and followed his orders. Everyone quieted their whispers of Sandor and his face when they noticed the change he brought out to you. Jon smiled at the sight of people surrounding Sandor. He was a natural leader, even if his vocabulary was a bit sour. He had even seen his sister Arya, hanging around with Sandor. He mentioned it to her about it and Arya just rolled her eyes and mumbled under her breath that he wasn't that bad. 

Sandor was the only one that didn't beat around the brush with Arya. He was blunt with her and didn't treat her like a lady, it was something she was gracious about. Ever since, Gendry found out who she was, he’s been treating her differently and she hated it. She had even declined his marriage proposal ever since Daenerys granted him the title of Lord of Storm's End and head of House Baratheon. She began to have second thoughts about it afterwards and was found by Sandor in the great hall the day after. She had a cup of ale in her hands. Sandor pondered if he should ask her if she was alright, the old him wouldn't have. 

Walking inside the great hall, he looks over at her. “The fuck is wrong with you? Who do I have to kill?” 

She rolled her eyes but smirked. “No one.” When she noticed he had left, she sighs. 

Sandor listened to her as she told him about Gendry. She was expecting him to shake his head and call her stupid girl for not accepting a good life but he never did. Then Arya started to think about what you would think about the situation, she even asked Sandor about it. 

“I believe your sister would want you to choose for yourself. She will support you in whatever you decide.” Sandor rose up from his seat. About to leave, he looks over his shoulder at her. 

“Let me know if he bothers you. I’ll make him understand.” With that he left, leaving Arya who watched him shut the door behind him. She just smiles as she raises the cup up to her lips, taking a sip of ale.

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Jon wished he could help more but he’s easing Daenerys’ worries. She wanted to attack Kings Landing but there were many who had fallen. She didn’t want to wait, she wanted to attack right away. 

“Your grace, my men are wounded. They are exhausted, just as I am. If we can just have more time for them to heal.” You spoke out looking over at Daenerys. 

“How long do you think that would be?” Her voice was soft but her face was hard. You can see the irritation in her eyes. 

“Let me speak with the officer first.” You answered. You felt Sandor behind you. You asked him to join you in the meeting room. Glancing over at Tyrion, he looked unsure. 

“I came here to fight alongside you. I lost many people. Now it's time to help me and you want me to wait?” She asked you. 

“You want wounded men to fight for you?” Sandor asked from behind you. He disliked how she looked at you. You were thinking about the wounded, you were thinking about everyone. 

“Not just Northers but your people are well.” He adds and before she can speak out. Jon stepped up glancing over at you. 

He looks at Daenerys and gives her a nod. “The Northern forces will honor their promise and their allegiance to the Queen of the Seven Kingdom.” 

“What you command, we will obey.” You sigh at Jon. 

“You will be joining this fight as well, Lady Y/n?” Daenerys asked. You can feel all the eyes on you, you couldn’t say no now. Feeling a cold sweat on your body, you were about to agree when Sandor stepped forward. 

“She’s ill. There’s a reason why she said to hold off long.” You look over at Sandor. He didn't have any problem telling the queen, he looked like he was about to bite. 

 “She looks well to me.” She walks around the table towards you. Feeling your mouth dry, you felt Sandor’s hand on your back. 

“Let me remind you that you once said you will help those who pleaded their loyalty to House Stark.” Jon tried to get between her and you but Sandor was quicker. 

“Did you forget the part where she said as long as she’s breathing and able to fight? She’s unable.” You look away when you feel lightheaded. You didn’t know what was happening to you.

“She needs the rest.” Bran spoke out from the corner of the room. 

“It’s important.” Looking over at your brother, you walk away from Sandor and Daenerys. Reaching your hand out, to hold the wall, near the window. You took a deep breath. 

“Your grace.” Your voice is hoarse when you look over your shoulder. 

“My brother kneeled down in front of you. He swore to himself and to the north for you to come here and help us. I am forever grateful for it. Truly, even if you don’t believe me. I too would have done the same thing but as Sandor said. I have fallen ill. I don’t know what’s wrong with me and the red priestess had died before I could ask her anything. I can not participate in your war.” You looked down, holding your belly over your dress when you felt nauseous. 

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You sighed heavily when you lowered yourself in the tub in your chambers. The warm water soothe the cold you been feeling. 

“Oh m’lady.” Your maid kneels down beside you when you begin to shut your eyes. She was an older lady with white hair. She knew you when you were just a child. 

“Maggie.” You whispered looking over at her with heavy eyes. 

Sandor was ordering a team of men to drop the rubble on the other side of the courtyard when he heard your servant shout for him. Wiping the sweat from his forehead with his forearm, he frowns when Maggie comes running. Sandor notices the maesters along with Arya running up the stairs. 

Maggie shouts for him and tells him you had collapsed. Sandor’ hearts stops for a minute. The world around him quiets down and he runs inside ignoring Maggie behind him. 

“Y/n!” Sandor screams in the halls of Winterfell. He opens the door with a bang and notices the maesters around your bed. Arya is laying down next to you. 

“She’s alive.” She spoke out when she saw his face. The maesters walked away when Sandor came rushing inside. He kneels beside the bed on your side, sweat covers your face. Your lips are dry and crack. He whines at the sight of you. You looked like before, before you fell into a deep slumber and passed away. 

You whisper his name and Sandor grabs your hand. He is terrified by how cold you are. He can't help but think of what happened last time, memories of you dying entered his mind. 

“I’m here.” He tells you, moving your hair out of your face. 

“It’s so cold.” You tell him as you move around the bed. Arya is quick to slide off the bed and grab a blanket from the trunk near the bed. 

Arya felt like she was in a different world this very moment in time. She watches Sandor standing in the corner of the room watching the masters fret over you. His largest hands twisted your robe. She notices his eyes well up in tears. Bran had sent a raven to Jon, about your illness that took over. He dreaded telling Jon about your status. He disliked how you spoke to Daenerys but you told Jon, it was right. The men of Winterfell needed time to recover, they were going to last another war. 

Arya doesn't want to think of your outcome. Who would be the lady of Winterfell, Sansa had passed and Bran refused to be a lord of anything. Jon was with his queen, Arya's chest fell in when she realized it would be up to her to be Lady of Winterfell. Since she was a young child, Arya knew that was the last thing she ever wanted to do. She wanted to go out and discover the world. 

Her thoughts were cut off by Sandor’s voice. “What's wrong with her?” 

“We are not sure yet. All we can do is give her tea with the milk of the poppy.” Sandor just sighs as he walks to the table near the table. He looks down at the robe in his hands then looks up at them. 

“If you need anything for her let me know. More medicine or anything. Tell me, I'll ride to King’s Landing for it.” Sandor said, the maesters looked at each other. 

“You can't. With this war going on, they would never let you in.” One of the maesters around you said looking over at Sandor. 

All three maesters froze when Sandor rose up from his seat and walked to the bed. Even Arya felt a bit overwhelmed by Sandor’s stare. 

“You let me worry about that. Your job is to keep her alive. Got it, or the lot of you are going to be dead.” He snaps, they all nod at them. 

Arya knew right then and there with Sandor’s threat, he truly loves you. One by one the maesters left, leaving Sandor and her. Arya knew Sandor had to stay with you in Winterfell. She would go to King's landing and finish what she always wanted to do, kill Cersei and in the mid time gather supplies you might need. It’s the only way. 

She wished she didn’t tell Sandor, though. He shook his head at her and told her to stay put. 

“You think you going to kill that sister fucker?” He asked her then told her the best option was for him to go there. He knew that place like the back of his hand, he told her she had no real reason to go there unlike him. He told Arya how he will go and kill his monster of a brother and afterwards he will get what you needed. 

“I have to kill him.” Sandor said, she shakes her head at him. 

“You don’t have to. Stay here with her until I make it back. You have any tips going through King’s Landing tell me now.” Sandor left Arya without answering her, almost breaking the door walking out of the masters’ bed chambers. Arya sits on the bed to look over you. You were deep in sleep, your chest heaved up and down. 

It’s been two days and you haven't woken up. Sandor was in a frenzy. While Sandor sat on the bed, he gathered your hands with his. There was a knock on the door, and he saw Maggie. The older lady became an anchor for Sandor. She found him crying the other night by the bed. He was kneeling on your side with his head on your lap. Maggie didn’t treat him or act differently. She gave me a cup of tea with honey. The elderly servant gave him a mean look when he said he preferred ale. 

“May I say a word, Ser Clegane.” Maggie spoke by the door. 

“Not a knight, Mags. Sandor is just fine.” He tells her. He frowns when Maggie looks over her shoulder and shuts the door behind her. Quickly walking over to his side, Sandor watched as Maggie grabbed a herb from the pocket of her apron. 

“Maesters think they know best. Men will always think that but what they don’t know is. Us servants have been around the sick ladies for longer than they have.”

She gives him a handkerchief. Opening it up, Sandor saw a light gray leaf. 

“Since Lady Y/n arrived she hasn’t gotten her moonblood. The girls and I believe she’s pregnant.” Sandor looks at Maggie and nods. The realization came to him, rushing through him like a ton of bricks. 

“Her mother was sick when she was pregnant. This is not the first time she was pregnant, Mags. She lost one at Castle Black, she became ill.” Maggie covers her mouth at the news of the miscarriage.

“We gave the late Lady of Winterfell this herb. Made it into tea and she drank it every night.” Maggie looks at Sandor who wrapped the herb carefully. 

“You believe us, don’t you?” She asks him carefully not wanting to anger him. The idea was brought up to the masters who simply dismissed them because they were just servants. 

“Of course.” Sandor tells her, making her smile as she lets out a sigh of relief. 

“We heard what you told the maesters. This herb only grows in the south.” Sandor knew what he had to do. 

“Take care of her until I come back. I’ll leave at once.” Sandor tells Maggie who nods and tells him that she will tell the barn boy to get his horse ready. 

He watches Maggie hurry off, telling the other servants who were hiding behind the door to get him ready to ride. Sandor looks down at you for a moment. Going over, every detail on your face, he will get the herb for you to wake up. His hand rested on your stomach over the covers and his chest filled with warmth. A babe. Leaning over, he places a kiss on your forehead. Getting up, he was quick to gather his cape. 

Sandor frowns when he sees Stranger standing next to Bran. He was surprised that the dare mare was calm next to him. Bran was even petting its nose when Stranger lowered its head to Bran. Bran hears Sandor’s footsteps on the snow and looks ahead. Sandor looks around to see they were alone. He didn't believe that Bran was waiting for him. They barely spoke to each other. There was a small smile on his face as he watched Sandor walk towards him. His eyes looked up and down at Sandor for a movement. Sandor felt like he was being judged. 

“Sandor.” Bran’s voice was soft as he lay his hands on his lap. Sandor nods at him as Strangers walk towards him. 

“Need something?” Sandor asked, checking the reins on the horse. 

“I do.” Sandor was surprised by his answer and looked down at him. 

“I need you to stay in Winterfell.” Sandor shakes his head but Bran speaks on. 

“You can't make this journey.” Sandor cuts in. “I have too, your sister needs this herb in order to live.” 

“And you will kill your brother as well, correct?” Bran asks, Sandor’s brow rose up. 

“I saw it.” Bran said, looking away from him. “In your vision?” Bran nods. 

“Well?” Sandor asked harshly, waiting for Bran to respond. 

“Both of you die.” Sandor's stomach drops at Bran’s word. Bran looks up at him and for the first time Sandor doesn't see his usual blank stare that Bran gives to everyone. 

Bran’s chin trembles, “If you leave, you will die in that city and my sister dies.”  

“I stay here. she dies without that herb.” Sandor tells him, Sandor hears the gates of the horse stable open. He frowns when he sees Arya on a horse riding towards them. 

“You told him?” Arya asks Bran. Sandor looks between them. 

“You ain't going nowhere, pup.” Arya rolls her eyes at him. “I'm going to kill Cersei and get that herb for her. Bran saw you die, Clegane.” 

“Why the fuck do you care whether or not i die?” Sandor asks. 

“I already lost one sister. I'm not losing another.” Arya's voice was shaky. 

“And I'm not going to lose another brother, either.” She said, staring down at him. Sandor let out a breath at her words. He didn't even think the pup thought of him as their own. He wondered if their times they shared made Arya change her mind about him.  

“Just because you are one of the best swordsmen in the Seven Kingdoms doesn't mean you're immortal. So, give me the fucking herb and I’ll be on my way.” She snaps, making him chuckle. 

“My brother-.” “Fuck your brother.” Arya says cutting him off and Bran clears his throat. 

“Sandor, the choice is yours. You can go and fight your brother. Get your revenge for what he did to you but just know that everything my sister and you had suffered would be for nothing. Your time will come to face your brother. You waited all this time, wait a bit more.” Sandor looks back at Winterfell. 

Revenge was the only thing on his mind since he was burned. Revenge on his brother, he knew he could kill him that day on Ned Stark’s torment. He wanted to kill him when he saw him again at the meeting to show Cersei's the wight. He looked dead in the eyes of his brother and swore to him he would kill him. 

Since he met you, since you loved him. Revenge drifted off and he learned how to love. Learn how to be compassionate, it started small. Giving the farmer his gold back to helping Jon at Castle Black. He learned how to care, he only cared about himself until he met you and Sansa. He learned how to trust, he couldn’t trust his brother. Why would he trust anyone else? He learned he could trust. You told him you weren’t going to leave him at the bottom of the hill. You didn’t leave him for dead. He wasn’t going to leave you, he wasn’t to leave and die. When you wake up, he will be there. He’ll be there taking care of things, how you did when he was out cold. 

He looks back at the Stark siblings and grabs the handkerchief from the breast pocket of his coat. He gives it to Arya along with his pouch. 

“Be careful and come back to us.” Sandor tells her.

 He walks with Arya to the gates and tells her where she can slip in the castle with the hidden doors. Bran watches as Sandor stands by the gates while Arya rides off. His eyes grew watery and for a second time he swore he saw his father. Bran couldn’t help but stare at Sandor when he walked towards him. Ned’s fur cape fitted over Sandor’s tall frame. 

Bran was glad Sandor chose the right path. Brandon was sure The Hound would have gone to kill his brother. Sandor Clegane was different. 

It took Arya a few days to come back. The news of Daenerys Targaryen’s death was a surprise. They were more surprised when they found out Jon had killed her. She had taken over King’s Landing with fire and blood. She had it in the palm of her hand but Jon stabbed her in the heart. 

A few days later after Arya's arrival, Sandor was in the courtyard. Winterfell was looking a bit decent. He saw Maggie rushing to the yard with a few older servants at him. 

The people in Winterfell froze when they saw you standing on the second floor looking over the courtyard. His eyes met yours, and his foot took off rushing. Maggie covered her giggles when she saw the tall man rushing over at the stairs. You were right, you wanted to surprise Sandor. 

The people cheered at your presence, glad that you were awake. 

It was a matter of weeks before the masters confirmed that you were with child. Sandor was glued to your side and you loved every moment of it. Your belly seemed to put him in a hypnotizing matter. You would wake up with him rubbing your stomach. Late nights when he thinks you're asleep, you would hear him speak. Arya spoke to you about what happened when she went to King's Landing. You were saddened at Daenerys’ death, you were troubled at the news of how many people were dead. You were praying to the gods when you found out about Jon's imprisonment. 

Bran, Arya, Sandor and you traveled to King’s Landing to have a meeting about the outcome of Jon and Tyrion. Arya told you that she got to kill Cersei along with Jamie. Arya found them in the bed chamber, she was quick with Jamie. Slit his throat to the bone while Cersei shouted at her. She was alone without a guard. She made sure of it, Sandor had warned her about his brother being her guard but The Mountain was not near. Cersei choked to death in her own blood as Arya watched while the castle was collapsing. She found the hidden passageway that Sandor had told her and found the room where the maesters store their medicine. She found a basket of it. 

Arya told you she was also out of King’s Landing when Daenerys started to lit the people and their homes on fire. It was complete chaos and for a second Arya thought that she wouldn’t have survived, but she found Jon. Jon was furious when he found Arya and asked her what she was doing here when Arya told Jon about what had happened. He quickly helped her gather the basket of herbs and helped her mount on the nearest horse. Ser Davos by his side, aid Arya until she was out of the gates. 

“You’re afraid.” You look up from your lap to see Bran across from you in the carriage. 

Sandor and Arya couldn’t wait a minute more being stuck in the carriage. You were glad that they were getting along. In the small window of the carriage, you saw them riding side by side. 

“I am.” You told your brother. “What if we can’t get Jon back?” 

Bran simply nods before looking out the carriage window. Making it to the council in the dragon pit, you waited for Grey Worm to bring out Jon but he brought out Tyrion. Sandor was sitting right next to you in the council when he noticed how uneasy you became when you didn’t see your brother. He was the first to speak up, asking about Jon’s whereabouts

“He’s our prisoner.” Greyworm said. Sandor spoke out. 

“So was the imp but he’s here.” Tyrion, tried and disheveled, couldn't help but roll his eyes at Sandor. 

“Let the unsullied take him.” Yara spat when Greyworm said they had taken over the city which meant Jon was their prisoner. 

“Speak another word of my brother and I’ll cut your throat.” Ayra threatened her, Yara was about to get up when you beat her to it. 

“Enough.” You said looking around then at Tyrion. 

“My brother Rob was named King in the North, later it passed down to Jon. He bent the knee because without her and her army we would have been dead and I mean all of us. There are more than a thousand northerners waiting for Jon. You want to keep him a prisoner? We are here to decide his punishment.” Tyrion tries to speak up but Greyworm hushes him. 

“Let him speak.” You said looking over at Tyrion. You sat down when Tyrion stepped forward and said that it’s not up to Greyworm to decide but the new king and queen of King’s Landing. Sandor looks over at you when Tyrion suggests Bran and to your surprise he accepts the role. When it came to you to say aye of this. You glance at your brother. 

“The northerners had fought for their freedom, dear brother. The north will be an independent kingdom.” You told him expecting Bran to refuse but he smiled at you. His eyes twinkled and his body leaned back in relief. You wondered what he was thinking, perhaps you thought Bran thought the same as you. 

“Two kingdoms is better than one.” Bran spoke. 

You felt Sandor place a hand on your shoulder. Sandor told you he shouldn’t be here, waiting in line with you while waiting for Jon. His punishment was sent to the Night Watch. Sandor watched as Jon came and stopped when he saw all of them. He walked towards you, you eloped in his arms, hugging him. 

“I had to do it.” Jon tells you in tears. 

“The killing of the innocent.” You nod at him as you comb his hair back with your fingers. 

“She spoke of you.” You froze and looked up at Jon. “Spoke of using you for a marriage deal.” Sandor frowns as Jon told you how even though Daenerys knew of your relationship with Sandor she didn’t care because everyone would’ve bent the knee and obeyed their queen. 

“Jon, I-.” You stuttered. 

“It wasn’t only for you.” Jon said, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. He glances behind you and notices Sandor. 

“I’m glad you’re here, Clegane.” Sandor nods at him. 

“Take care of her, please.” Sandor replies immediately at him with, “Always.” 

Glancing back at Jon, you gave him one last hug. Jon gasped when he felt a small bump against him. Looking down and with a shaky hand he touched your stomach. It was firm and he looked at you with a smile. 

“Jon, I need you here with me. The North is free but they don’t have their King.” You said, you knew about Arya's departure after visiting King's Landing. It was hard for you to accept it but you made her promise to send letters and ravens.  

“What do you mean? They have Ned Stark's oldest daughter. It has always been you, Y/n. You are their queen and now you have your heir.” 

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Jon thought you were dead after Sansa told him that you left King’s Landing with the hound during the battle of Blackwater. Jon was cautious of the hound. He heard the stories of Sandor and his brother. Sandor told Jon how you became ill during the trip to Castle Rock. You had a horrible fever during the journey. You became more ill and passed out.

Jon watched as the maester looked over at you with Sandor standing in the corner watching. Jon looked over at Beric and Thoros who stood behind the door frame of the room. Jon sensed they had come to care for you very much. He still felt unsure, you were Jon’s older sister. His favorite, he would tell everyone. You had been there for Jon since he was a young child. Catelyn had hated him for being a bastard while you had nothing but love for him.

Jon walked outside the room to know more about the situation. He asked Beric and Thoros about Sandor and you. Beric told Jon how they met both of you. They tried to convict Sandor for his crimes along with his brother's.

“Y/n told us everything as she begged us not to fight Sandor.” Beric said.

“They had escaped from King’s Landing after the Battle of Blackwater. She even had asked us for any news on Sansa or you. Sansa didn’t want to join her.” Jon nodded, they were telling the truth. Sansa had come to Castle Black as well after she escaped from Ramsey.

“Your other sister was there too, Arya.” Thoros mentioned Jon.

“What happened? Why isn’t she with you?” Jon asked, looking at the men.

Thoros shook his head and sigh. “Girl was mad at her because Y/n refused to leave Sandor behind. Told Y/n to fuck off because she was with the man that killed her friend.”

“Arya ran away. Sandor and Y/n tried to look for her but it was no use. Little girl is quick. Afterwards they left too. We found them again after the murder of septon Ray.” Beric told Jon how they got Sandor and you to join them and travel up here.

“Why is he so attached to her?” Jon asked but no one spoke. He looked over at Beric, who looked away from his gaze. Thoros did not speak as well and it made Jon very angry, all the horrible possibilities ran through his mind of you being alone with him. He’s the brother of the mountain, the murder and the rapist.

Jon was quick to unleash his sword as he turned into the room. Sandor was watching you as the maester checked your pulse when Jon walked inside the room and pushed Sandor against the wall with the tip of his sword digging into his neck.

“Jon!” Beric yelled as he walked inside.

“It’s not what you think.” Beric told Jon before looking away from Sandor’s harsh stare.

“What are you to my sister?” Jon screamed as his eyes narrowed. Sandor didn't say anything but stare at Jon.

Sandor didn't know what to say. How can he tell Jon that he’s in love with you? He didn't want to fall in love with you at first, the eldest daughter of Eddard Stark but he did.

“Well?” Jon shouted as Ser Davos entered the room when he heard the commotion from outside. The older man went up to Jon and spoke to him trying to get him to calm down.

“Jon, this isn’t the time or place. Your sister is what matters” Ser Davos said, looking between Sandor and Jon.

“Jon, please.” Ser Davos pleaded.

“If you want to kill me do it then, bastard. Kill me and when Y/n wakes up tell her what you did.” Sandor said. He knew his words worked when he saw Jon's eyes soften when he mention you.

“Take him to the cell.” Jon said, removing his sword from Sandor’s neck then walked away from him. Jon stood by your bedside as the frighten maester kept looking at you.

Ser Davos signaled Sandor to the door. Beric and Thoros watched as Sandor took one last look at you and walked away following Ser Davos.

Sandor doesn’t know how long he’s been staring at the ceiling of the cell while he laid on the cold bench. He tugged on the thin blanket around his body, he felt horrible and tired. He needed a warm bath and a bed. He needed you. Months traveling with you and sleeping next you had him missing your company and your warmth. He was missing you. Sandor was about to drift into sleep when he heard someone walking towards his cell.

“Are you ready to tell me?” Sandor looked over at the sound of Jon’s voice.

Jon stood in front of the door looking at Sandor through the metal bars. Sandor rolled his eyes as he pushed himself up to sit. He spread his legs as he leaned back against the wall.

“You're not the same as before, bastard.” Sandor admitted as he stared at Jon. Remembering the naïve look on Jon’s face when he visited Winterfell with King Robert. Now, Jon stood in front of him as a man. He can tell Jon had done and seen some shit that can change a person.

“Have you changed?” Jon asked. Sandor did not respond.

“I can just send you back to King’s Landing. I know Cersei would like that.” Jon said, making Sandor nod knowing all too well the bounty on his head.

“Beric said you’re close to Y/n. Do you care for her?” Sandor looked away from Jon cursing silently at the one eyed man for telling his business.

Sandor looked back at the sound of keys. Jon opened the door and walked inside, sitting down on the bench across from Sandor who had a surprised look on his face.

“I thought she was dead after the news of my brother and father. I wept for her.” Jon said, looking down at his hands on his lap.

“She wept for you too.” Sandor added. “She missed you especially during her stay at King’s Landing. She prayed for you.”

Jon let out a sad smile. “She told me you were close with her. Closer than anyone.”

Jon nodded, “Aye, we were. She never treated me or called me a bastard. Always treated me like her brother. Sansa and their mother would fight over that.” Jon stood quiet for a moment as he looked over at Sandor.

“Thoros said you had protected her in King’s Landing. That's what Y/n told him. You protected Sansa and her.”

‘Bald cunt yapping his mouth.” Sandor mumbled.

“That bald cunt saved your life.” Jon answered back.

Sandor frowned at Jon. “I wanted to execute you but he was the first to vouch for your name. They all did, the brotherhood without banners.”

Sandor couldn't believe they had vouch for him. All he did was shouted and called them names but of course, you were always there to calm him down and ease the tension. Sandor knew he had to tell Jon the truth. He had too because he needed to get back to you. He wasn't going to leave you alone not after everything both of you have been through.

“She started to talk to me after your father and sisters arrived at King's Landing.” Sandor said and shook his head with a small smile.

“Couldn't get the girl to shut up or quit following me. She kept telling me people there were all snakes. She didn't trust no one.”

“She trusted you.” Jon said. Sandor couldn't stop thinking about you in King’s Landing. He could remember you crying over Sansa after she was humiliated in court, when the news of Robb and your mother's death arrived. He frowns at the memory of Joffrey slapping you as he showed you and Sansa your father’s head on a stick.

“I wish I could have protected her more.” Sandor blurted out. “Joffrey had it out for her when your father died. He hated Sansa more since she was weaker.”

‘What did he do to Y/n?” Jon asked as he felt the uneasiness coursing through his body.

Sandor took a deep breath before answering. “He hit her around, he showed her the head of her father on a stick. He threatened to have her raped.”

“Did he ever…” Sandor shook his head at Jon’s question. Rage filled Sandor at the though of it.

“Fuck no. I would have murder everyone who tried to touch the woman I love."

Jon’s eyes widened in surprise at Sandor's answer. He couldn’t believe it.

“You love her?” Jon watched Sandor who looked down at the ground as his cheeks turned pink from the sudden outburst.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Sandor spoke. “A dog like me with someone like her. I have told her many times. I’m not good for her, I told her my kind don’t get to have a woman like her.”

“Your kind?” Jon asked as rising a brow at Sandor.

Sandor looked at Jon with a look and pointed at himself. “A killer, a hideous monster. Fucking got nothing to offer her.”

“It’s funny.” Jon said with a smile. Sandor was about to curse Jon out when Jon spoke out.

“Father wanted Y/n to get married for so long and she kept refusing. She practically went down on her knees, and begged him not to marry her off. She never liked any man that father brought home. She would tell me how she doesn’t trust them and she would rather be dead than be with any man she didn’t trust.”

“If my sister trusted you. It meant she liked you. You even offered her protection.” Jon said as he rose up. Sandor looked up at him as Jon walked closer to him.

“You offered her something that many women wished they had. Do you love her?” Sandor nodded at Jon.

“Can I trust you that my sister would be well and happy with you?” Sandor quickly rose and nodded.

“Aye, I don't know why she loves me but she does and I finally have the balls to admit it now. I couldn’t before but now seeing her all laid up and not moving. I regret not saying it sooner.”

Jon smiled at him for a second. “Alright.” He said as he began to walk to the door of the cell. He looked over his shoulder at Sandor.

“You can see her if you want. The maester went to check up on her again.” Sandor followed him but froze when Jon pointed a finger at him.

“You hurt my sister, Clegane. I’ll kill you.” Sandor let out a chuckle at Jon’s threat and followed him.

-After escaping King’s Landing -

If someone had told Sandor that he would be with a lady in the future. He would have laughed and cursed them out. Sandor sleeping with someone with a name would have been the last thing he would have done.

However there you were laying next to him. You’re on your back in a deep sleep. Hair tousled, bite marks on your neck and chest were red on your skin. He felt like a creep watching you sleep. Your chest softly rose up and down with each breath you took.

Your nipples were hard from the chill air in the room. Your lips were slightly parted, Sandor couldn't help but raise one of his hands up to your face, his thumb rubbing your bottom lip. Same lips that were around his cock not so long, same lips that kissed him. Sandor was the first to be up since he was a light sleeper. Both of you were finally able to rest well for the first time in a long time since Sandor and you fled from King’s Landing. It’s been a few weeks since Sandor finally found a friendly Inn. No one knew who both of you were. He could finally fuck you in a bed instead against a tree or on the ground.

He couldn’t help but remember last night's events with you as he stared at your sleeping body.

You, Y/n Stark from Winterfell, eldest daughter of Lord Eddard and Catelyn Stark had confessed your love for him. He wanted to say it back, but he couldn’t. He was scared. Scared that it wouldn’t be true. When he didn’t say it back, you kissed him and told him that he didn’t have to say it back. You told him the day you arrived at King's Landing and officially met him was the day he plagued your mind in a good way.

When everything went to shit, your father was killed. Sansa and you were tormented by the king. You tried to endure the tournaments from Joffrey so Sansa didn't have too but Joffrey didn't like it one bit. You wouldn't crack down and cry in front of him like Sansa did. You held your head high as he had his men beat you down. If it wasn't for Sandor who brought Tyrion Lannister to your aid, who knows what would have happened. As the maester tended your wounds Sandor was in the corner of your chambers along with Tyrion who was giving you his deepest apologies. It fell to deaf ears though, Tyrion knew that when saw you looking at Sandor. He looked over at the bulking man to see him looking back at you as well.

During the Battle of the Blackwater, Sandor came back inside the castle mid war and looked for you. You were with Sansa in her room when he found you. He begged for you to come with him. Sandor vowed to return you and Sansa back home. You trusted Sandor but Sansa didn't. She was afraid of him and had said that Stannis wouldn’t hurt her. Sansa hugged you when you were contemplating on whether you should stay or go but Sansa had seen how Sandor looked at you. She saw how you were with Sandor. You weren't afraid of him and as much as she wanted you to stay with her. She knew Joffrey would have kept bullying you into an early grave. She gave you one last hug and held you tight. She kissed your cheek and told you to leave right away.

Sandor held on to you as you rode in front of him. The journey for the first couple of days was the hardest but both of you managed. You were the first to kiss Sandor. He took you on the ground that night between the trees. He had gotten a cloak from the knight he killed the day before. He laid it on the ground and you gave yourself to him.

Sandor was lost in thought as he stared at you.

“I can feel you staring.” You mumbled in a sleepy tone as you shifted on bed.

You opened your eyes and smiled at him. "Did you sleep well?” You asked Sandor as you brushed his hair out of his face.

“Aye.” Sandor said, kissing the palm of your hand.

“But It's a bit hard when you're there looking like that.” Sandor told you as you stretched your arms over your head, arching your back.

“Looking well, I hope.” You said as you let out a yawn. You hummed when you felt his large callous hand on your stomach. The tips of his fingers caressing your skin. You feel his hand go down between your legs.

“Sandor.” You moaned as he leaned down to kiss you while he rubbed your clit. He grunt in your mouth as he felt your slit wet. He dipped two fingers inside of your cunt, he can feel his cum from last night still inside.

“Such a tight wet cunt.” He said as he pulled away to kiss your neck. You laughed as his beard tickled you. You held on his arms as he fingered you softly. He knew you were sensitive from the night before.

His thick fingers were soaking wet as he fingered you. The sound of your sopping pussy echoed through the room. You spread your legs wider for him.

“Such a dirty girl.” He said as he pulled his lips from your neck. You blushed hard from his words.

The bed creaked as Sandor moved between your legs. You looked up at him as you spread your legs for him. Sandor watched as your mouth dropped when he slipped inside of you. He leaned down to kiss you as he started to thrust inside of you. He moans in your mouth when you wrap your legs around his waist.

Wrapping your arms around his shoulder, tugging him down and closer to you. You felt him moan your name against your neck as he fucked you hard.

“Fuc-ck.” You moan as you hear him groan, he held you tight as he continued to fucked you. You felt his balls slap your ass as he fucked you.

“Cum in me, Sandor. Please. Please.” You whispered in his ear. Sandor turned his face to look at you.

“Please. Inside.” He groans as he grabs your face to kiss you. You slip your tongue inside his mouth as you come on his cock, tighten your walls around him.

He wasn’t far from his climax. Sandor looked down at your pretty face and he came. He let out a curse as he felt you cumming deep inside of you. Sandor was on cloud nine when he came. He didn’t notice you cupping his face pulling him for another kiss.

“Little wolf, you’re gonna kill this old man.” Sandor whispered against your lips making you smile.

“What a way to die.” You told him softly looking at him moving his hair out of his face. Sandor chuckled at your words. He was about to get up when you pulled him closer to you.

“Not yet. Please. Stay inside of me longer.” You asked him. He obeyed, just like every time you ask him to stay longer inside of you. He lays his head on your chest. His scared cheek against your chest. He shuts his eyes, enjoying your hands on his back.

He calms down while he hears your heartbeat. He liked this feeling you gave him.

“I love you.” Sandor opens his eyes but doesn’t move. He felt you kiss the top of his head.

“I know I said it last night but I meant it. I love you. I’m yours and you're mine but if you don’t accept my love then leave. Leave me here and go away.”

Sandor doesn’t move. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t want to move. No matter how many times he told you that he’s not good enough for you. You didn’t believe him. You kept being with him and sleeping with him. You kept making him feel warm inside.

You made him feel loved. Sandor was never religious, but he believed that the new and the old gods blessed him by giving you to him. He knew it was true since you didn’t leave him when the Brotherhood without Banner captured him and you. Arya was there with them. Arya was furious when she saw him with you. Arya told you that Sandor killed her friend, the butcher’s son. Beric wanted to charge him of his brother's crimes but couldn’t. You were there to ease the tension and cried out, telling them that Sandor isn’t like his brother.

Sandor was charged for the murder of the butcher boy. You saw the face Sandor had when Beric’s sword lit up in flames. You knew he was afraid of fire, since Little Finger told you and Sansa. At the end, Sandor won the duel to the death, slicing Beric’s shoulder almost in half causing him to die.

You held Arya as she cried and screamed when Sandor won. Arya and you froze when the drunk priest, Thoros, brought Beric back from the dead. Sandor saw how you begged Arya to join you and Sandor.

“You’re going to get kidnapped or worse. Stop being a fucking idiot.” Sandor had yelled at Arya.

“I hope you die.” She yelled at Sandor. She was about to run away when she looked back at you with an angry face. “You too.”

Arya ran away from you with no luck finding her Sandor and you decided to keep going on the road. During the war of the Five Kings, you heard Theon Greyjoy turned on the Starks and seized the undefended Winterfell since Robb wasn’t there. You wanted to hurt him, your father took him in and now your home is gone along with both of your younger brothers. Weeks later people were talking about the Frey’s wedding and that Robb and your mother would be at the Twins.

Sandor held you close and wouldn’t let you go when both of you made it to the Twins. He looked around frantically as all the Stark’s soldiers were being killed in front of him and the sight that horrified him the most caused you to scream. He held you that night as you wailed. You remained silent for a few days and it scared him so much.

“Look at me.” He told you when you finally spoke.

“I’m not gonna not let anything happen to you. Okay?” You nodded at him.

“I swear it.” He promised as you wrapped your arms around his neck to kiss him.

So, he wasn’t going to move and leave you but fuck, he was so scared to say it back to you that he loves you too because he thought if he said it back that he would wake up and all of this would have just been a dream.

It was evening when both of you woke up again. Sandor had gotten up and dressed. He kissed your forehead and told you that he would ask the keeper for a tub to get you a bath. Neither of you didn’t spoke about what happened. Both of you didn’t have too, it was mutual understanding. You were his and he was yours. After taking a bath, Sandor walked with you to the tavern to get supper.

He was nervous as he ate his food. He didn’t know what to do next. Sliver was running low and he didn't know where else to go.

“Sandor.” You called out, he looked at you and nodded.

“We should go to my Aunt Lysa. We can go to the Vale, she'll accept me there. I’ll tell her how you saved me and how I need you to guard me while I’m there.” You told him. Sandor had to admit it was a pretty good idea but.

“She will know who I am. Knowing that cunt of the king, he probably has a bounty on me.”

You shook your head. “I’ll beg her if I have too. Lysa is the only best chance we have.” You told him while grabbing his hand.

Sandor agreed, you were right. “Alright little wolf, eat up. Tomorrow morning we’ll ride.”

You gave his hand a squeeze and smiled. You got back to your plate as he took a gulp of his ale. Little wolf, was something he started calling you in King’s Landing. He called your sister, Sansa, little bird. You missed her so much, you didn’t always see eye to eye with Sansa but you took the role of the older sister seriously when your father died. You held her as she slept and helped her whenever Joffrey tormented her.

Morning came and both of you were out on the road. You were grateful that Sandor knew where he was going. He pointed at certain mountains and rivers telling you the details and how to know where to go. At one point you felt incompetent with him, you didn’t know how to hunt or make a fire. After making a fuss about it and telling him you should learn something. He told you a lady shouldn’t know how to gut an animal or know how to start a fire but he agreed.

He laughed at you when you threw up as he showed you how to clean a kill. He snickered when you cursed at the pile of woods and moss when you couldn’t light it up. It was a few days when Sandor and you finally made it to a stream under a bridge. You sat by the rocks across from him. Sandor stood next to Stranger as the horse greedily drank from the stream.

Sandor was about to speak when he heard someone riding on the bridge. An older man along with his daughter rode on a small wagon.

You gave Sandor a look when he answered them sarcastically and with an attitude.

“Forgive my husband. We’ve been traveling for so long. We are just letting our horse rest for a bit.” Sandor looks over at you when you call him your husband. You didn’t notice the blush on his face. You gave a smile to the farmer and his daughter.

“Your husband is a soldier?” The farmer asked, looking wearily at Sandor. The farmer saw the armor and the sword strapped on Sandor’s hip.

“Yes, he fought for House Tully.” You answer quickly before any profanity came out of Sandor’s mouth.

You gave Sandor a toothy smile when the farmer told you to follow him since any man who pleaded for House Tully is welcome. He will provide a roof for the night and some food. Sandor watched as you talked to the young daughter, Sally. The little blonde girl was a shy thing but smiled at the idea of you helping her cook.

“Any kids?” The farmer asked as he watched his daughter laugh at the small joke you told her.

You looked over at Sandor not sure what to say. “No, not yet but if we do. We hope it’s a girl who looks beautiful like you.” You said looking at the little girl who giggle at your compliment.

Dinner was quiet for a bit after Sandor cursed at the man who was praying for so long. You begged for forgiveness at the farmer and told him to finish as you gave Sandor a cold glare. When he was done you served him and his daughter first. You wanted to curse at the farmer as well for praying so long. You were fucking starving but you knew you had to act nice. You weren’t going to get kicked out until you had some of the rabbit stew you helped the little girl cook.

Trying to ignore the slurping sound that Sandor made as he drank the soup straight from the bowl. The farmer asked Sandor about the fight at the Twins and mentioned how people were calling it The Red Wedding. You instantly felt ill to your stomach. You couldn’t forget the image of your headless brother with the head of his wolf sewn onto. It made you scream when you first saw it and made you mute for a couple of days.

“Are you ok?” You looked up from your stew when you heard Sally, the little girl speak.

You felt Sandor’s warm hand on your knee under the table as you looked over at her. It was his way to comfort you, a way to show you that he's here with you and he won’t let anyone hurt you as he promised. You placed a hand over his, giving him a squeeze.

“Yes, sweet girl. I’m just a bit tired, that's all.” You told her, taking all the strength in your body to give her a smile.

That night the farmer let Sandor and you to the stable to rest. “You can cry if you want.” Sandor said as both of you laid. He had taken off his chest plate and was under a bunch of hay and a blanket.

You nodded at his chest as you felt tears rolling down your face. Sandor rubbed your back as he let you cry. You cried for your brother Jon and your family. Sandor didn’t make you feel bad for crying. He knew you loved your family, it was something he never experienced. Sandor tried his best to remember the last time he cried. He couldn’t remember, whenever he was feeling sad he drank his feelings away.

You finally calm down at the sound of the rain and Sandor’s heartbeat. His body heat warmed you as the night got chilly.

“Are you going to work for him?” You asked Sandor remembering how the farmer asked him if he wanted to work for fair wages.

“Not sure yet.” Sandor told you.

It was morning when you heard screaming. You woke up and looked around the stable. You quickly got up and saw Sandor wasn’t there with you but Stranger was. You grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around you as you ran out of the stable to the small cottage. You stopped when you saw Sandor coming out of the cottage with a pouch in his hands. He didn’t realize you were there until he finished counting the coins. Sandor stopped in mid step when he saw you.

“What did you do?” You asked him.

“We needed the silver.” Sandor told you. You shook your head.

“Not like this. It’s not right.” You snapped at him.

“We can stay here for a little while. We will help around the farm.” You tried to reason with Sandor. You knew both of you needed the sliver to make it to the Vale but taking it away from a father and his daughter in these times was not right.

“For fuck sake Y/n.” Sandor cursed loudly causing you to jump. It’s the first time he has yelled at you.

“He’s weak. He can't protect himself or her. He and his daughter will be dead come winter.”

“He fed us. He took us in. He didn’t have too. He’s a good man. We can’t do this.” You told him while following him when he started to walk towards the stable.

“Dead men do not need silver.” Sandor shouted and you felt like crying. You grabbed him by his arm. Sandor looked at you angrily.

“I thought with everything you been through that you fucking knew how the world works. How many Stark’s they have to behead before you figure it out?” He tells you. You let out a gasp at his harsh words.

Sandor had admitted what he said was a shit thing to say. He was upset and the look on your face when he mentioned your family killed him. He was going to walk away when you grabbed his arm again.

“I’m not the same stupid girl you met in King's Landing.” You told him as you walked in front of him.

“I know how things work in this world, it was beaten in me. Don’t you remember?” You grabbed his hands with yours feeling the pouch of silver.

“With all the beatings I had to endure and all my family members dying one by one. I refuse to do this.” You told firmly, standing your ground in front of Sandor.

“Just because the world is shit doesn’t mean we have to be like it. I know we need it, my love.” Sandor saw your eyes filled with tears. His chest tightens at the nickname you gave him.

“But they need it more. They don’t have someone to protect them like I do. They don’t have the experience of surviving like us. Please, if you can’t give them the silver back then do it for me.”

Sandor stared at you for a minute then nodded. He'll do it for you. You let go of his hands, he was about to walk back to the cottage when he looked over his shoulder with regret in his eyes.

“I’m sorry for what I said.” Sandor said to you then walked back to the house.

You quickly walked back to the stable, grabbing the reins on Stranger. You petted the horse softly as you led him out of the stable. The horse obeyed, you smiled as the horse was finally getting used to you. You knew there was no way in the seven hells that the farmer was going to let you and Sandor stay after what he did so you started to get Stranger ready to ride. You kept petting him with a smile.

Sandor told you before escaping Kings Landing that Stranger wasn’t fond of people but you knew with some love and patience that the horse would be fine around you. You laughed to yourself as Stranger reminded you a lot of Sandor. You saw Sandor walking back from the cottage. It was quiet as both of you continued the journey to Vale.

Sandor didn’t mention the farmer and the daughter. He went inside the cottage to see the daughter crying over her father as he lay knocked out on the ground. The girl let out a sob when she saw Sandor walk inside.

“Hush girl.” Sandor snapped at her before dropping the pouch of silver on the table.

“Sorry.” Sandor mumbled before leaving the cottage and shutting the door behind him.

You had officially thought you were cursed. You had to be cursed with everything going on. Aunt fucking Lysa was dead. Sandor watched as you took a deep breath and walked away. He froze and the rest of the knights of Vale. When you cursed fuck and shit at the sky and began to kick at the small rocks on the ground.

“Can’t catch a fucking a break.” You mutter to yourself. You were tired, hungry and your ass was sore from riding. You smelled like sweat and your hair was starting to get greasy.

You made it back to the horse with Sandor following behind you.

You stood by Stranger with your hands on your hips as you looked over at the mountains. You didn’t know what to do now. You turned around to see Sandor who had a tired look.

“You think the gods are punishing me?” You asked Sandor as you remembered something that occurred with you aunt Lysa when you were younger.

“What for?” Sandor asked.

“I did something bad when I was younger to Lysa. She had a dog. Ugly little shit and kept yapping at me. It never liked me.” Sandor chuckled at your story fully interested in what you had to say.

“She told me to take it for a walk around the bloody gates. It wanted to kill me, Sandor.” You said with a sigh.

“I ran and ran. Little shit followed me, chasing me around until I tripped on a rock before the little shit could stop. It ran off a cliff.” Sandor laughed at the face you made.

“You think the gods are punishing you for killing that devil dog?” Sandor asked, walking towards you. His hands gripping your hips as you lean against him.

“If what you say it’s true. Then you did the world a favor for killing that little devil.” You sense the sarcasm in his words and roll your eyes. You laid your forehead against his chest with a sigh.

Sandor needed a bath as well. He smelled like sweat, the dirt and the trees. It reminded you of your father whenever he came back from hunting. You remembered your mother yelling at you when you jumped in your father's arms whenever he came back. He would laugh and tell you that he would get your dress dirty but you didn’t care. The smell of nature made you feel at ease.

“What now?” You asked.

“What about your brother Jon?” You looked up at Sandor. “Castle Rock?” He nodded.

You knew women weren't allowed in Castle Rock, you never mentioned it before but Jon is your last resort.

“I won’t let them hurt you there.” Sandor was quick to say knowing what was held in Castle Rock. Murders, robbers, and rapists.

“I know.” You said with a nod. You were so grateful to have Sandor with you.

“I take back what I said about the gods punishing me.” You told him, making him raise his brow up at you.

“They gifted me you, Sandor Clegane.” Sandor shut his eyes as you hugged him. He wanted to make fun of you for thinking that the gods gifted you a man like him. A man who was a killer but he didn’t say anything. He kept hugging you for a while.

It was just a few days after the Vale, Sandor and you were setting up camp. Sandor was pissing behind a large boulder as you washed his knives. Sandor had hunted a rabbit, you were excited since it was going to be your first time skinning it alone. He mentioned that he should start hunting for more since both of you were going to travel up north. The weather was going to get colder and that meant less animal to hunt.

You finished washing when you heard someone riding by.

“Sandor!” You shouted as you saw two people on horses making their way to you.

You shouted his name again as a tall blonde woman got off her horse and walked towards you with a shorter man behind her.

“Seven blessings.” She greeted you with a smile. You heard Sandor coming behind you.

“I’m Brienne of Tarth and this is Podrick Payne. We are looking for the bloody gates.”

The man behind her dropped his own smile and said “That’s Sandor Clegane. The hound.”

The woman frowned and looked at him then at you. Her eyes widened when she saw you clasp your hands together in front of you as your mother has done before when she was with her.

“You’re Y/n Stark. The rumors are true then.” You frowned.

“What do you want?” Sandor said, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword.

“The hound ran away from the fight in King’s Landing and kidnapped Y/n.” Her eyes landed on the love bite on your neck as she spoke.

“I swore to your mother that I will bring you home. I swore to bring all your sisters back home. I swore to protect her as well.”

“You didn’t though? My mother is dead.” You snapped her as Sandor looked at Brienne, up and down. His eyes stopped at her sword.

“Are you paid by the Lannister? Are you here for the bounty on me?” Sandor asked. You quickly grabbed one of his knives that you washed on the ground and held it.

You weren’t going to let them take Sandor away from you.

“I’m not paid by the Lannister.”

Sandor scoffed as he walked towards her. “No? Bullshit. I know what Lannister gold looks like. I've seen it all my life. Tell me where did you get that sword?”

“Jamie Lannister gave it to me.” Brienne answered him, Sandor looked over his shoulder at you. He was right.

“The bloody gate is 30 miles. Be on your way now.” You told her.

“Y/n! I swore to you mother to the old and to the new gods that I'll keep you safe and away from harm.” You shook your head at her.

“I’m not going with you.” You yelled.

“You fucking heard her. She is not coming with you.”

“She is.” Brienne hissed at him. Both of them took their swords out. You looked over at Podrick who was ready to run after you.

“Valyrian steel.” Sandor said, looking at her sword then up at Brienne. “I always wanted some.”

“Come with me Y/n. I will keep you safe. Tell me if this man forces himself on you and I’ll kill him. I’ll take you to safety.” Brienne said, looking between you and Sandor.

“Safety! Brienne of fucking Tarth, you really are a dumb bitch. Where the fuck safety at? Her entire family is dead, Winterfell is gone. There is no safety. If you don’t know that then you’re the wrong person to watch over her.” Sandor yelled.

Brienne scoffed then looked at you over his shoulder. Brienne knew you had to be so afraid of the hound that you wouldn’t even ask for help.

“Is that what you’re doing? Watching over her or using her for your pleasure? You fucking dog.” Brienne fumed, looking back at him with disgust.

“I’m fucking watching over her.” Sandor answered, ignoring the fact that Brienne was stating that Sandor has been forcing himself on you. It wasn’t true. Sandor wasn’t like that.

Sandor wasn’t going to let her take you away from him. Brienne was the first to swing, Sandor blocked her and yelled over his shoulder for you to run away and hide.

You did what you were told. Podrick quickly followed you. You kept running as you heard Podrick call for you. You heard the grunts and sound of swords clanging against each other. behind you. You hid behind a tree, you held the knife in your hand as you heard Podrick pass by you. You waited for the coast to be clear and ran back to the campsite.

You waited for Sandor to come back after a few minutes the sun was about to set and he still wasn’t around. You felt dread fill you as you began to walk around the cliffs in hope of finding him, you stopped when you saw Sandor’s sword on the ground. You lifted the heavy weapon and saw blood on the grass. You carefully walked by the edge of the cliff and looked down.

You were about to cry when you saw Sandor at the bottom of the cliff. You dragged the sword back to camp and quickly began to pack up.

“Come on.” You told Stranger as you got up and rode down the hills where Sandor was at. You got off and ran to Sandor, he hasn’t moved.

“Sandor!” You shouted dropping down to your knees at him. Sandor sighed as he opened his eyes to see you crying over him

“What do I do?” You cried out as you ripped the hem of your dress to wipe the blood off his face.

“Leave.” Sandor hissed as he tried to push you away from him.

“No.” You shouted with tears running down your face. “I have to get you help.”

“I’m going to die! I’m going to die because of that tall bitch. You need to leave me here. You need to go.” He croaked out in pain. He felt like crying because he didn’t want to leave you alone.

“Remember what I told you. Don’t stop for no one. Keep a weapon near you.” He listed the things for you to do to be safe. He was worry for you. The feeling was heavy on his chest, the thought of you alone traveling up north scared him and thought of never seeing you again pained him more then what he felt from his injuries.

“I’ll help you up. You ride while I walk.” You ignored what he said as you tried to pull him from his arms. Sandor hissed in pain.

“I can’t fucking move. My knee is fucked.” Sandor said as you looked down at his knee. You shut your eyes at the gruesome sight of his bone sticking out.

“Fuck! Sandor! Please tell me what to do?!” You sob looking away from his leg at him.

“Kill me.” Sandor whispered.

“No.” You shouted at him. You shook your head frantically.

“Y/n. I’m done for. It’s over.” He yelled at you as he looked up at the sky, tears rolling his face.

“Look at me.” You sternly said, you carefully leaned over cupping his face with your face.

“I'm not leaving you or killing you. You can’t leave me. I love you, Sandor.” You cried to him. Sandor let out a whimper as he started to black out from the pain. The last thing Sandor felt was your lips against his. 

“She’s my woman. I’ll defend her honor.” 

He glances up to see Beric and Thoros standing outside your door. Thoros gave him a nod as he leaned over the railing. Sandor had asked them to stay put, he didn’t trust the men of the Night Watch even though they had agreed if he won no harm would come to you. He knew deep down that someone might get angry about the outcome and will try to kill you either way. He gripped the handle of his sword tight and took a deep breath. It’s been so long since he killed someone alive. Jon watches by the sideline with Ser Davos and Daenerys. Jon had accepted the proposal to have a duel in the courtyard and settle this once and for all. The moment Jon nodded at them to start, they advanced. Sandor rammed his sword into a man’s stomach while another came running behind him. Sandor was taller, more built and he was far more experienced. These were criminals who were just trained to keep watch and how to swing a sword but none of them had actually fought in a battle. The ones who had fought didn’t participate in the duel since they knew about Sandor. They were the smart ones. 

The man behind Sandor was just a few seconds away from hitting Sandor’s back when Sandor stepped away quickly. Letting out a grunt, Sandor swung his sword with all his might. Daenerys flinched when Sandor completely beheaded the men in one blow. Sandor can smell the scent of blood lingering in the cold air. He can feel the sweat dripping down his back. All he thought about was just four more to go and he’s able to go back to your room and wait for you to wake up. 

“She’s a monster.” One of them told him. 

“She’ll kill you too.” Sandor clenched his jaw as the men shouted.  He didn't listen to them, he wouldn't get distracted by their lies. 

One of them finally had the balls to step forward and tried to take a swing but Sandor blocked it and knocked the sword out of their hands. Ser Davos and Daenerys saw Jon step forward when one of them managed to catch Sandor by surprise. While Jon had a worried face throughout the fight. Tormund stared at awe when Sandor had punched one of them in the face, sending them down to the ground. 

The only one remaining had begun to pant, his arm was wounded and his head was bleeding. He kept looking down to see his dead brothers. Sandor had sliced one of their stomachs open, intestines and blood stained the snow on the ground.  His brown eyes darkened when he saw the last man standing. Sandor spit on the ground, one of them managed to punch him. Sandor started to walk towards him passing by the man who punched him. Sandor can hear the sound of gurgling coming from him. Sandor had sliced his throat making him choke in his own blood. 

The last man standing let out a whine as Sandor raised his sword and stabbed the choking man in the chest, killing him. Sandor did not even look at the man below him when he stabbed him through the heart. He kept his gaze on the last man. Sandor had seen tons of scared faces of the people he killed. Some begged for mercy while others just cried and there were a few who just cursed at him before killing them. This one held a face of defeat, the last man standing knew he wasn’t going to get out of this alive. He laughed to himself when he thought back on how the six of them thought they were going to kill the infamous Sandor Clegane. 

Jon and Ser Davos watched as Sandor embedded his sword in the man’s chest. Jon knew Sandor was a good fighter but he honestly didn’t think Sandor was going to survive a duel against six to one. Sandor Clegane lived up to the title of one of the most dangerous and best fighters in Westeros. 

Sandor looked at the bodies on the ground before looking ahead. 

“Anyone else?” He shouted with a huff. 

“Is there anyone else?” Sandor growled looking at the crowd. They all backed away from him. 

Sandor cast a look at Jon. “Duel is over. Sandor had won. Y/n Stark of Winterfell will not be punished.” Jon spoke out. 

Sandor was about to walk away when he heard a shout behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see an older man yelling as he ran towards him with a knife in his hand. Sandor could have easily swung his sword and stop him but something snapped in him. He was fucking annoyed now, furious because he just won and people were still mad. He dropped his sword and decided he was going to end this man with his hands. Sandor was much quicker and grabbed his wrist, twisting it making the older man drop his knife. He can hear people yelling around and Jon’s voice telling them to stop. The old man didn't stand a chance, Sandor had pushed him to the ground and got on him. Punching him in the face until he felt Jon and Ser Davos behind him. The old man cried for mercy but Sandor ignored it. 

“Enough, Sandor.” He felt Jon’s hand on his shoulder. 

“Get back to my sister.” Jon told him as Sandor stood up walking away from the scene. The older man was dragged away as Sandor walked up the steps to your room. 

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He didn’t like being away from you. He hated it, not being able to see or feel you but he knew Beric and Thoros would keep their promise. 

“Keep her safe. Out of harm.” He told them on their last night in the East Watch. Thoros and Beric had sworn their life to Sandor that they will keep you safe. 

He had come up the steps after going down the deck to check if the wight was still alive to present to Queen Cersei. He took a deep breath as he stood by the railing, smelling the ocean air. He looked over at the port coming in view. 

He’s back again at the shit city, King’s Landing. The only thought Sandor had when he saw the port of King’s Landing was his brother. The news of his brother's match with Oberyn was brought to him and the small hope that his brother was finally gone flew away when they said the new Grand Maester Qyburn had done unethical experiments on his brother and brought him back as something else. Something sinister, one of the workers on the loading dock told Sandor when they boarded off the ship. 

Sandor didn’t care what became of his brother either way Sandor was gonna kill him. 

Sandor was walking near the wagon that contained the wight when he saw Brienne. He cursed under his breath when he noticed the tall woman staring at him and waited for him to get closer to her. 

“Thought you were dead.” Brienne said as she walked alongside him. 

“Not yet. You came pretty close.” Sandor replied bluntly. 

Brienne let out a huff and said. “I was only trying to protect Y/n Stark. I didn’t know.” 

“Didn’t know what?” Sandor asked. 

“I didn’t know she loved you.” Brienne’s words made him stop and look at her. 

“Sansa told me.” Sandor frowned as they started to walk again. 

“Sansa sent a raven to me. People think Y/n is dead. House Stark wanted to keep it that way in case of anything. Y/n wanted you to know that she’s home, she’s waiting for you and that she loves you.” Sandor felt a weight come off his shoulders when Brienne told him you were safe. 

“That’s good.” Sandor said with a nod. Brienne bit the inside of her cheek to not smile when she saw Sandor’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink. Brienne couldn’t believe it herself but the way Sandor’s eyes widened when she told him you were safe and you love him was all the evidence she needed that it was true. 

“She wrote anything else?” Sandor asked. 

“Arya is at Winterfell.” The weight just came back on his shoulders. He had no doubt that the youngest Stark sister was out for him.

“You said House Stark wants to keep the news of Y/n being alive quiet? Brienne nodded. 

“That’s right.” 

“What makes you think everyone in Winterfell will keep their mouth shut about it? They can sell this information.” Brienne ponders on the question. She starts feeling uneasy when she realizes he’s right. 

At that moment Brienne did a small prayer. Praying to the Gods that no one will do no such a thing. 

It wasn’t one of the guards telling the Starks that you were going to arrive or a raven. It was Bran. He had seen you coming to Winterfell and he told his sisters about it. He told them the moment that Arya saw him staring out the window of the Winterfell’s dining hall. Sansa and Arya were dumbfounded when Bran had said he saw you.

Bran had ordered a flock of servants to have your things ready and start preparing for your arrival. Sansa and Arya were shocked when their younger brother started to order around. He was acting like he was Lord of Winterfell, a title he had given up. Since he came back to Winterfell he was quiet, unemotional and just odd. 

Sansa kneels in front of Bran and asks him to clarify what he saw. The only thing Bran told her was, “She’s coming home.” 

A few days later Sansa, Arya and Bran were waiting in the courtyard. Everyone was there and after 10 minutes had passed, Sansa looked down at Bran, who had made everyone stand outside.  

“Are you sure she’s coming?” Sansa asked. 

“Perhaps, your brother should be brought up to his room. He is probably in need of rest.” Lord Baelish commented behind Sansa. Bran looks away from him and continues to stare ahead. 

“She’s here.” Bran said and everyone looked ahead to see the gates opening. Ghost was the first one in, he was running inside with Beric, Thoros and you riding behind. 

Arya held her breath when she saw three people riding in. The moment she saw her sister’s face, she heard commotions behind her. People were whispering and others started to cry. The eldest daughter of Ned has finally come home. 

Sansa dropped her mouth open when she saw her sister riding in. You got off your horse and stood still for a moment. Winterfell hasn’t changed. Looking ahead at Sansa who started to walk towards you, you quickly ran to catch up to her. 

Thoros and Beric got off their horse to see you hugging Sansa. Ghost had walked up to Bran, sitting near him. Sansa was the first to cry, her sobs were loud enough for the courtyard to hear. You looked over her shoulder to see Arya standing next to Bran. Her dark eyes wide and her brows knitted together as she tried her best to not cry. 

“Arya. Bran.” You cried out. Sansa held your hand as both of you walked towards them. 

Not a single eye was dry in the courtyard. People from Wintertown and Winterfell smiled as the Stark siblings were united again. They watched as you leaned down to kiss Bran’s cheek and Arya’s forehead. 

“Never again will we part.” You said looking at your siblings

“The Starks will stick together. No matter what. This is our home.” Arya and Sansa smiled at you. 

“And I intend to keep it that way.” Lord Baelish keeps quiet as he watches you hug your siblings one more time before hugging the servants who remained loyal to House Stark. Lord Royce who was near him walked ahead to welcome you back home. 

Sansa and you walked inside the castle with your arms intertwined. Each step you took reminded you of every memory you held dear to you. Laughter of your family echoed in the halls. Memories of your family came at you and wrapped around you offering the sense of warmth. 

“I believe it's right that you should take Father and Mother’s bed chambers.” Sansa told you as she walked beside you to the room. 

“Jon offered it to me but I couldn't take it. I was still holding out hope that you were alive.” 

Sansa opened the door for you and you walked inside. Sansa watched as you walked over to the fireplace, touching the stone wall, looking at the large bed filled with fur blankets and feather pillows. Thick wool blankets around the furniture and the vanity your mother used when getting ready. The news spread around the castle of the return of you. A celebration dinner was an order, servants ran around preparing dinner and cleaning the dining hall. The eldest Stark had finally returned home, alive. Everyone wanted to see you. 

Sansa couldn’t drop her smile as she walked towards your room once more. She had left you to get ready. She knocked on your door, a young servant opened the door allowing her to walk in. You were sitting in front of the vanity with a robe. 

“Allow me.” She told one of the servants who was about to brush your hair. You gave a smile to Sansa through the mirror. 

“Leave us, please.” Sansa commanded them to go. You waited to be alone to speak. 

“You're glowing, Sansa.” You told her. Sansa’s red hair was longer, she had grown taller, she was the perfect picture of beauty. She looked so much like mother. 

“Being the Lady of Winterfell is a good look on you.” Sansa carefully brushed out the knot of your hair. 

“You’re the Lady of Winterfell now. You’re the eldest. I have done the best I can.” You were about to speak when there was a knock on the door. 

“Come in.” You shouted. The door opened showing Bran and Arya, she pushed the wheelchair inside your room. Sansa had walked towards Arya shooting next to her on the bed while Bran sat near the fireplace. You looked around at them. 

“What happened to you? How are you alive?” Ayra was the first to speak. 

Bran knew what you were going to say, he had seen it. He and your sisters listened to every word you said,  you told them about escaping King’s Landing with Sandor. Ayra’s eyes harden everytime the name Sandor was brought up.  

Arya didn't want to believe it. You had fallen in love with the man that killed her friend but the way you cried when telling them how Sandor got hurt made her hatred towards him complicated. You showed your sibling the scar on your hand, Sansa cried as she traced the healed scar while you told them how you got it. You didn’t notice the face Bran made when he saw the scar, his hands on his lap clenched around. 

Arya felt her stomach in knots when you told them how you felt ill during your trip to see Jon. She blinked away the tears when you told them you were with child during your death. 

“Are you serious?” Sansa asked when you told her the same priestess who brought Jon alive had brought you back as well in exchange for the life of your child. 

“I came back as something else, though.” You told them nervously. 

“Do not be ashamed.” Bran spoke as he looked at you. 

“You are still our sister and you are still a Stark. You are still Y/n to us.” Arya and Sansa’s eyes widened when you told them that you have the ability of transforming into an animal, into a wolf. 

“I believe you.” Arya said as she looked up and down at you. 

“Do you?” You asked her unsure. Arya got off of the bed and walked towards you. 

“Would you believe me if I told you I’m the Faceless man and our brother is the Three-Eyed Raven?” You looked at Arya and Bran. 

Music and laughter filled the dining hall that evening. You were sitting at the head of the table with your siblings sitting next to you. You haven’t felt this good in a while. You were cleaned, you didn’t smell like sweat and dirt. You wore your traditional northern clothes and your hair was braided. You stared ahead to see Thoros and Beric eating along with a few soldiers, you let out a small smile to see them content.

Still staring at them you didn’t notice Lord Baelish walking towards the table. It was Sansa who greeted him that made you look at him. You gave a tight lipped smile when you welcomed you back home. 

“It’s good to be back home, Lord Baelish. I mean to say Lord Protector of the Vale.” You said, Sansa had filled you in about Petyr. He stared at you for a moment before he nodded at you. You sat straight up when you felt a pain in your spine. It was sudden and brief, you kept staring at him. You recalled what Sansa had told you. He practically sold her off to the Boltons before killing Aunt Lysa. 

“I suppose since you arrived back home. That makes you Lady of Winterfell.” You were about to speak when Sansa spoke out first. 

“She indeed is. Y/n is the eldest after all. Is there a problem with that?” Lord Baelish let out a smile and shook his head. 

“Of course not, Lady Sansa.” He said before excusing himself. You watched him leave before looking back at your plate. You haven’t given thought about the title of Lady of Winterfell since you arrived. You were thinking about Sandor and Jon. Thinking about the war coming but most of all you were thinking about Ramsey. Your mouth grew dry as you kept thinking about him and his death. You started to feel your gums tingle, your back began to ache. 

Sansa had taken a sip of her wine when she noticed you in the corner of her eye. She placed the cup down and leaned towards you when she saw your hands were slightly trembling. You felt Sansa hands on you, looking over at her. She held a worried expression on her face. 

Looking at her eyes, her blue eyes reminded you of your mother. Your chest grew heavy at the thought of Little Finger with her. Your mother had told you that she was close with him when younger and his affections grew for her. Now that she was dead, his affection grew on Sansa. It made your blood boil at the very thought of it. 

Giving her a gentle squeeze assuring her that you’re fine. 

“I’ll be back. Need some air.” You whispered to her behind raising up from your chair. 

“I’ll go with you.” Sansa told you, she was about to get up as well when you shook your head. 

“Don’t worry. It’s only for a moment.” Arya looked over and raised an eyebrow at Sansa. She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders at her younger sister. 

You greedily breathe in the cold into your lungs the moment you step outside.

 ‘Relax. Relax.’ You kept yelling to yourself. You let out a grunt when you felt your back arch once more. You knelt to the ground, your hands gripping on the wooden railing of the second floor. Staring out in the courtyard, you tried your best to relax. Your anger was getting the best of you. You couldn’t transform at this moment. 

The snow on the wooden railing was melting under your touch, you grew warm as each second passed. This new ability had changed you completely and at first you thought it was just lies. You were sitting with Beric and Thoros after riding a few miles from the East Watch when they spoke more about this new ability. Thoros has asked you if you felt different since you woke up. 

You were different now, absolutely different. You had told him before listing everything you noticed. You were able to hear and see better. You weren’t as cold as before. 

“Stronger.” Thoros added before retelling you what they saw in the dining hall of the East Watch. You were able to push Sandor, practically almost pushing him over when he tried to touch you. 

“Uncontrollable temper.” Beric said and you agreed with him. 

So much hate, so much want for revenge, it molted deep inside of you and you just wanted to let it out. You wanted to kill those who wronged you, who wronged House Stark and something inside of you was yearning to see them dead, to see their bloody corpse under your feet. To hear their cries and the sound of their hearts beating rapidly in fear made you giddy. 

Your shoulders twitched as you continued your best to relax yourself. You wished for his warmth, for his scent, the only person who seemed to get you to relax. You shut your eyes shut tightly as you thought of him. His lips against your bare skin and his touch, his large fingers gliding up and down your body. His deep voice when he calls out your name but most of all you missed looking up at his beautiful brown eyes. 

“Sandor.” You whispered his name in the wind. 

Saying his name covered you like a blanket. It almost felt like he was holding you like on the last night together at the East Watch. Taking another deep breath, your eyes shot open when you heard someone walking by. You can hear the snow crunching under their steps and their teeth chattering because of the cold.

You saw the person was covered in a thin cape, their covered figure walking towards the dog’s kennel. You looked at them and it filled you with curiosity. Carefully you rose up trying your best not to make a sound. The person was oblivious of their surroundings, they didn't notice you following them. Too busy trying to pick the lock out of the front door of the kennel. You noticed they held a small satchel close to their chest. 

As the door opened, you carefully watched by the doorway when the person made their way inside. Some of the hounds bark while the person walks to a cage. You can hear their soft hush while they sat next to a wounded Ramsey. Your eyes widened and a smile appeared on your face. You found him. 

The person was a woman, you can hear her talking to him but Ramsey gave no response. He was injured badly. You stayed hidden behind the walls of the dog’s kennel when the woman finished feeding him. She looked both ways before leaving and you managed to get a look of her face.

It was night time and the celebration was over. The dining hall was empty except for your siblings and you. Sitting around the table everyone shared a pitcher of wine.  There was so much to be said, everyone’s experience after what had happened when the Starks left to go to King's Landing. 

“Seven hells.” You said when Arya finished telling everyone about her journey at the House of Black and White in Braavos. She had disguised herself as a boy throughout her whole trip after the execution of Ned Stark. She mentioned how fortunate she was to meet a farmer and his daughter on the road. They gave her a ride to a dock where she got into a ship. She learned the ways of the faceless man and she got her revenge on House Frey and Meryn Trant. She heard what the Freys did and they all stood quiet when you told them what you saw that night in the Red Wedding. 

“Hodor would be missed.” You said after a moment of silence and looked over at Bran who was staring down at his lap. 

Bran had told everyone a brief summary of what had happened to him after Winterfell. It wasn’t much, but everyone knew it had changed him completely. The death of so many people who have sacrificed and helped him. 

“So you see the past?” You asked Bran. He nodded at you. 

“Do you see father?” You asked. 

“Sometimes.” Bran whispered. “Robb. Mother. Us when we were younger. I see a lot of Rickon.” With the years that have passed, their deaths still caused so much pain. Rickon’s death was still fresh in everyone’s mind. You long to see your little brother's face. The last time you saw Rickon was when you were comforting him. He was crying at the news that his sisters will be going to King's Landing with their father. You had promised him that you would bring him many toys and a real sword. 

“We should have never left home.” Sansa said. You finished your cup of wine in one gulp as you wiped the silent tears down your face. 

Arya and you walked out of Sansa chambers after putting her to bed. “She’s going to have one hell of a  headache tomorrow.” You agree with Arya on that as you walk her to her own chambers. Bran had left a while back to his own before Sansa had suggested a second pitcher. It was nice seeing Sansa happy even if she was a bit drunk. Her eyes shined and her smile never left her face. 

“I have something to tell you.” Arya said after stopping in front of her door. 

“What is it?” Arya’s face was flushed from the drinking. 

“It’s my fault that you died.” You frowned at her. 

“I wished you were dead when you saw me with the Brotherhood with Banners. I shouldn’t have said that.” You shushed Arya as you opened her door and walked with her inside. 

Pulling her towards the bed, you sat on the edge, bringing her to sit next to you. “You did not kill me, Arya. This wasn't your doing.” 

“It was. I shouldn’t.” You hugged your sister tight, trying your best to calm her down. 

“None of this is your fault. You were angry and I was a bad sister. I should have done better.” Arya shook her head at you. 

“Look at me.” You exclaimed to her. 

“I died because I was sick. I was tired, the stress was killing me and it didn’t help that I was with a child. My body wasn’t ready and it shut down.” 

“I thought the dog was taking care of you.” Arya spat out. The word Dog took you by surprise. You haven’t heard anyone calling Sandor that in a long time. 

Arya was surprised when you stood up from bed and crossed your arms over your chest. You looked down at her. 

“You will respect Sandor, Arya.” She was about to refuse when you continued on. 

“Joffrey commanded him to kill that boy. He was doing what the prince ordered him to do. I need you to understand that. I’m sorry your friend died. I’m sorry but it wasn’t Sandor’s fault.” 

“He could have sold me off, you know. Could have traded me for food or shelter. He never once made me feel uncomfortable, he never tried anything with me. I was the one to insinuate this relationship. He thought he wasn’t good enough. He thought I deserved better, but I wanted him, only him.” 

“You do know that people will ridicule you for this. For loving a second born son, for loving him. He has no land, no money, he's nobody compared to you. You’re Lady of Winterfell.” Arya spoke. 

“I don’t care. I love him. I trust him with my whole heart.” You told her.  You can see the disbelief in her eyes, they were wide as she thought about what you just said. 

“I’m alive because of him.” 

“You may be alive but as something else.” Arya added, making you roll your eyes. 

“I am alive because of him. I'm standing in front of you in the flesh and breathing. I wouldn’t be here today in front of you if it wasn’t for him and his decision.” You knelt in front of her, holding her hands with yours. 

“He doesn’t know the reason why I was brought back as a wolf. Jon and the red priestess don't know as well. Maybe we will never know but I have every tendency to use this gift, to use this new ability that I have to protect us. I shall protect my family and I shall protect my house.  I will be damned if our house gets betrayed again. Anyone who dares to fuck with us will answer to me. Will you help me?” 

Arya nodded at you. She leaned over to hug you before crying in your arms. Her cries for Ned and Catelyn filled the room, she cried about missing Rickon and Robb. You had forgotten that Arya was still a child. She acted grown and had the capacity to kick someone's ass but at the end of the day she was still a young girl who missed her family. 

You step out of her room after helping her into bed, you haven’t tucked your siblings in years. Robb or Jon were usually the one to help you. Walking down the hallways of Winterfell, you can hear Robb’s laughter. Rickon and Bran shouting in the courtyard as they chased one another. Your hand dragged across the stone walls as you kept walking back to your room. 

“I don’t like him.” Robb confined to you after King Robert walked with Ned to the crypts. 

“The king?” You asked him and he shook his head as both of you walked inside the castle. 

“Joffrey!” You nodded at your brother before letting out a sigh. Tugging the shawl around you when you saw Robb with an annoyed expression. 

“He’s something.” You whispered looking around making sure no was around. 

“I don’t trust him. I don’t like how Sansa  looks at him. Father was right to decline the marriage proposal between Joffrey and you but I have a feeling Robert may ask Sansa to step in.” 

“He’s nothing like Robert.” You said once you stood next to Robb and looked out to see Joffrey standing alongside with his mother. 

You froze in mid step when you stood in front of your bedroom. Joffrey was skinny and had fair skin like his mother. He had blonde hair like his uncle, Jamie. You quickly turned around head towards your brother’s chambers. There were always rumors about Cersei and her twin brother, Jamie. You heard some people had even gone as far as calling them the next Targaryen because of it. Your parents never spoke about it. “Rumors are just rumors.” Ned would say. 

Bran was sitting near the fireplace, his face was emotionless as he stared in the flames in front of him. He looked over his shoulder and answered when the door knocked. 

He raised a brow when you entered. “What happened to our father? Was it true?” 

Bran spoke about everything he saw. He noticed the look in your eye when he told you that Little Finger threatened him. Bran was quiet for a moment after he was done and kept staring at you almost like he was waiting for something to happen. 

“If you can see the future then you know what I’m going to do, right?” You asked him. 

Bran nods at you and you step closer to him. Kneeling down in front of him, you looked at him. “If I do it. If I choose this path will it jeopardize Winterfell?  Will Jon hate me? Will my family hate me?” 

His dark eyes watched as a single tear fell down. Bran leaned forward to wipe your tear away. “You’re a Stark and you will always be one. No matter what you do. Winterfell is yours. It has always been yours.” 

Before you can answer Bran spoke out. “There must be a crowd for this. I’ll do the arrangements for this matter. Sansa and Arya have been dealing with Little Finger since Arya came back. They know what must be done.” Pushing yourself up you walked towards the fire. 

“Will you think less of me, if I do it?” You asked softly. 

“No.” Bran answered you. “I could never think less of you, sister.” You crossed your arms over your chest. 

“You are much stronger than you think. Isaac won’t be the last man to think of you as weak. There will be more, many and you will have to show them all.” Your face dropped at his words and you looked over at him. 

“Your dream won’t stop until you face the truth. You survived your attack with Isaac that day. Sandor is alive because of you. Isaac isn’t coming back.” 

The night also ended with you helping Bran into bed. You were about to leave when you stopped at the doorway. 

“Bran, the Three-Eyed Raven.” You called out to your brother. He looked over at you. Facing him you asked him the question that everyone asked him when he woke up from that fall years ago. 

“Who pushed you off that tower?” Bran remained silent until you shouted the question again. 

“Tell me.”

The great hall was filled the next day. You sat next to Sansa while Bran sat next to her. You watched as the trap was set, your eyes couldn’t help but glance at Little Finger. He looked so smug when the guard brought Arya into the hall. 

Sansa looked over at you. She had told you about Little Finger. You had to admit he was good at tricking people, he was good at lying but with one little slip he did with Sansa and she knew it was a facade. 

“Are you sure about this?” Arya asked Sansa as she stood in the center of the hall. 

“Yes. It’s what honor demands.” Sansa answered. 

“What does honor demand?” You cleared your throat before answering Arya. 

“To defend our family. Our house. The North, alongside with the people that reside in. Avenge those who have been betrayed. Do you agree?”

“I do. Let’s get this done.” You nodded then looked over at Sansa. She wanted to be the one to do it. You allowed her, of course. She needed this and you were going to help her get back at Little Finger. 

“You stand before us accused of murder and treason. How do you answer these charges, Lord Baelish?” Sansa asked, looking over at him. His blue eyes widen as he realizes that Sansa was speaking to him instead of Arya. 

He stutters for a moment. “Do you deny it?” You asked him. 

Lord Baelish looks at her then at you. “Lady Y/n, this seems to be a misunderstanding.” 

He’s about to get near you when one of the guards steps next to you. 

“For starters, let’s talk about how you murdered our Aunt Lysa. Pushing her through the moon door.” Little Finger looked towards you once more but you stared at him with disgust. 

“I did it to protect you, Sansa.” He said softly. 

You rose up. “You did it for power.”

“You also conspired to murder Jon Arryn.” You knew it was over when Sansa spoke all his charges to him. As he looked over, you can hear the thumping sound again ringing in your head. At that moment, you realize it was his heart that you can hear, his heart was beating fast as Sansa spoke out about him conspiring with Cersei Lannister and Joffrey to betray Ned Stark. 

You stood up as Little Finger walked to the table and leaned over to face Sansa. “Lady Sansa, everything I did was for you. Everything I did was to protect you because I love you.” 

“You love me so much that you sold me to the Boltons.” Sansa said, looking at him with tears. 

“If we could speak alone.” He was about to reach out for her hand when you grabbed his wrist, pushing it hard against the table. He let out a yelp as you placed your full weight on his wrist. 

“You must be crazy if you think I will ever leave you alone with my sister ever again.” You whispered harshly to his face. Little Finger let out a whine as you continued to grip his wrist. 

“Lad-.” He let out a scream when his wrist broke in half. The guards looked away when you looked at them. Arya’s eyes grew wide as you looked at everyone in the room. Little Finger slumped over the table before falling down to his knees. He held his broken wrist against his chest as started to sob. 

“ I am, Lord Protector of the Vale and I command you to take me back safely home.” Little Finger yelled as he started to push himself up from the ground. Lord Royce looked away from Little Finger and looked at you instead waiting for your command. 

“Why are you looking at her?” He yelled at the older man. 

“Because they know, Petyr. They all know the truth now.  They all know what kind of man you are. Liar, manipulator but most of all you betrayed Ned Stark.” You said walking around the table to the center to get close with him. Arya got near you with her blade in her hand. 

“Sansa. Sanaa pleasee.” You shook your head at him while he cried for your sister. 

“She won’t help you. No one will.” You gave a nod at Arya and he let out a scream when she cut his calf making him fall back to the ground. 

“Take him outside along with the rest.” The guards next to Lord Royce grabbed Little Finger’s by the arms and dragged him out the hall. 

You looked over at Sansa who tried her best to not break down. “Please bring out Ramsey and his accomplice.” You spoke out to the rest of the guards. 

Arya and Bran watched you grab Sansa’s hand over the table. She held onto you for dear life. 

“You don’t have to see it when it happens. None of you have too.” Sansa rose up from her seat. 

“Make him suffer. Make them all suffer.” Arya and Bran shared a look. Sansa was the one who got hurt by them the most. She didn’t show emotion in front of them when she confirmed what had happened with Ramsey. She didn’t shed a tear to them but they knew. In the late nights Arya found herself standing outside her sister's chambers. Arya can hear her cries. Both sisters didn’t see eye to eye when growing up. They fought and argued. Arya wasn’t never good at comforting anyone. She hated herself the moments when she couldn’t comfort Sansa. 

She was glad you were here now and she was going to help you get back everyone who did wrong to House Stark. 

Lord Royce walked with Sansa and Arya. Bran was near the entrance of the Great Keep. People from Wintertown, the servants, the guards, and a few knights of Vale stood around the courtyard. Others stood on the balcony staring down. They were all watching Lord Baelish alongside the woman who was still loyal to Ramsey. Lastly, Ramsey himself. 

You walked to the courtyard, passing your siblings. 

“Let me prove myself innocent. I deserve that.”  Little Finger cried out. 

“You deserve NOTHING.” You screamed at him. A growl in your chest came out. 

Ramsey barely kept his eyes open. He was sitting on the ground, his bitten leg was frozen completely. It had to begin to turn black and he was completely missing his foot. The flesh and bone was a gory sight, he had bite marks on the right side of his face. His hounds indeed did a number on him. 

“Keep your eyes open.” You said leaning over at him. His eyes opened softly and he looked up at you. 

“I want to see the life draining from your eyes when I kill you.” You whispered. 

You walked back and looked around at the audience before you. “You're all here today to witness what happens when you betray House Stark.” You yelled as loud as you could. 

“Murder.” You hissed looking at Little Finger. 

“Traitor.” The woman flinched when you looked at her. 

“Rapist and a murder.” Ramsey let out a smirk. Even with a missing foot and being a bloody mess he had the nerve to smirk at you. 

“I wish.” Ramsey said before taking a deep breath. His smirk turned into a full on smile. 

“You got to see the look on your sister's face when I took her. The look on your brother’s face when he thought your bastard brother was going to save him.” He lets out a giggle. 

“The look on his face when I shot an arrow in his chest.” Arya held her breath when she saw your shoulders shaking as you stood in front of Ramsey. His viled words made her sick to her stomach. 

The crowd gasped when you walked closer to him, grabbing Ramsay by the collar of his shirt with one hand pulling him close to your face. They started to whisper amongst themselves on how you managed to lift him up with one hand.

Ramsay started to wheeze as you lifted him higher. “I’m going to have so much fun with you.” He frowned as your eyes began to shift. You gave him your own smile and his eyes widened when he saw your canine teeth begin to grow. 

Dropping Ramsey down to the ground, you can hear him coughing as he was trying to catch his breath. You looked over at the woman who looked completely horrified. Little Finger had started to cry when he saw you tilting your head to the side and your eyes began to glow yellow. 

“The North remembers. We will never forget this day.” You yelled, the audience looked shocked as your eyes were now yellow. 

“Open the gates.” Sansa frowned and was about to walk towards you when Arya grabbed a hold of her arm. Arya shook her head at Sansa. This was a part of your plan.

The gates were opened and the woman looked over her shoulder. “I’ll give you a head start.” Her bottom lip started to tremble as you began to untie your cape. 

“You too.” Little Finger’s eyes were wide as you dropped your cape to the ground. He looked at you then over at the gate. He gave a look at the woman who was still shocked and quickly got up. He started to run towards the gate. 

“Arya. If that piece of shit even moves an inch. Hurt him.” You look over at your younger sister who grabbed her knife from her belt. 

“Gladly.” She answered with a smile, peeking over at Ramsey. 

The woman quickly got up from the ground and began to wail as she ran towards the gate. A few feet behind Little Finger. This was your moment to get revenge, this is the time for you to transform again. To use your ability to kill those who betrayed your house. For father, mother, Robb, Rickon, Bran, Sansa, Arya and Jon. 

People were whispering as they saw you undressing in front of them. The moment the dress fell to the ground, you faced everyone in your white undergarment dress. Some looked scared while others had a concerning look on their face. Beric and Thoros held their breath as they watched from the sidelines. They knew this day would come. 

“I am Y/n Stark. Daughter of Lord Eddard and Catelyn Stark and I am their vengeance.” You scream with all your might. You looked ahead, time seemed to have slowed down. You can see Little Finger and the woman had made it out of the gates and were still running to the open field. Falling to your knees you held your breath when you felt your back arched and your bones snapped. 

The Stark siblings watched in amazement when the wolf had taken over your body. Sansa walked a few steps forward when she saw your transformation. She flinched when you let out a howl and began to run, chasing Little Finger and the woman. Ghost let out a howl joining you along with the rest of Ramsey’s hounds. 

People in the sideline followed you behind when you made it out of the gate. Sansa hears a woman scream first, she froze in place next to Bran while the people cheer. 

“Seven hells.” Arya cursed under her breath when the crowd of people began to part by the gate making a path for you. Their eyes were wide as they saw you, an enormous wolf walking back inside the courtyard. Bloody paw prints imprinted on the snow as you walked towards your siblings. Sansa noticed you had something in your mouth when you stopped a few feet away from them. 

She flinched when you threw something at her feet. The people gasped when they saw Little Finger’s head near Sansa’s feet. Her blue eyes stared at your yellow ones, Sansa looked down at Ramsey. 

“Move him to the center.” She told the guards. 

“No. Noo. Sansa.” Ramsey yelled until his voice was strained while being dragged to the center. 

No one did anything as he began to cry and beg for mercy. His screams for Sansa to stop it filled everyone's ears but they were all staring at you. You circled Ramsey, your ears were erect and forward. Your tail high in the air as you opened your jaw open, showing Ramsey your fangs. 

It was when a loud growl echoed through the courtyard with Ramsey’s scream that ended everything. They watched as you bit his other leg, dragging him across the courtyard and throwing him to the other side. The sound of flesh being ripped apart while he screamed. Sansa held her head high when you walked towards her bringing Ramsey’s decapitated head. 

The North will remember this day. No one will ever forget that justice was served and anyone who dares to betray House Stark will end up just like the woman, just like Little Finger and just like Ramsey dead. 

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It was a day after you left Winterfell with a group when Jon rode with Daenerys and her army into Winterfell. People of Wintertown remained silent as they watched the white haired woman pass through. Arya was hidden behind the people as she watch the army march in, she smiled wide when she saw Jon. Her smile dropped when she saw Sandor on his horse riding with the army. 

If what she had been told about Sandor and you was true then he was going to lose his shit when he found out you weren’t in Winterfell. Arya quickly walked away from the crowd. 

Sansa and Bran stood next to each other while they waited for Jon to arrive in the courtyard. After giving his welcome to his siblings, Jon’s brows rose up in question. 

“Y/n? Arya?” Sansa shared a look with Bran. 

“Arya is lurking somewhere.” 

“Y/n?” Jon asked, looking around. 

“We will speak about it when we get inside. The wall has fallen. The dead march south.” Bran spoke out. His eyes shifted when he looked behind Jon. Sandor had walked into the courtyard looking around for you. 

Sansa didn’t trust Daenerys the moment she saw her. She stared down at her when Jon introduced her. Sansa couldn’t help but not trust anyone who wasn’t a Stark. Perhaps it was because of the trauma she had to endure, everyone who she did trust, just stabbed her in the back. She didn’t trust her but that didn’t mean she wasn’t grateful for Daenerys saving Jon beyond the wall. 

“As soon as we heard about the wall. We called all our banners to retreat to Winterfell.” Sansa spoke loudly to the people in the great hall. 

“Y/n had joined with Lord Umber to gather his people. He needed more horses and wagons. We shall expect them tonight or tomorrow.” 

“Why would she go?” Jon asked, looking over at Sansa.

“She’s the Lady of Winterfell. She wanted to help. The more help they had, the faster Lord Umber’s people will come.” Jon looks away and notices no one will look at him. 

“We need to send a raven to the Night’s watch as well.” Jon spoke out. 

“Y/n had done it already.” Bran spoke. Jon cleared his throat when his brother responded. He got a sense of pride for you in his chest. You had taken control well over Winterfell.   

“Your grace?” Lyanna Mormont spoke out as she stood up. She asked him how they should call him now. They named him The King in the North and now he wasn’t one. They were angry and they wanted answers. Sansa refused to look at Jon when he gave her a look to help him out. 

“I chose the North.” Jon said, explaining to them how he did it for Daenerys to come and help them win this war with the dead. 

“Perhaps we picked the wrong Stark then.” Lyanna Mormont said. The Lords around her quietly agreed. Jon froze at her words, he sat down quietly. Tyrion rose up from his seat trying to ease the tension. It didn’t end well when he announced that the Lannister’s army would be joining them soon. 

Sandor stood in the Winterfell's battlement looking over the roads. He didn’t handle it well when he heard of your departure. He wanted to go to Last Hearth and help you. Help Beric and Thoros as well. He was grateful that they kept their promise to him about keeping you safe. There's no doubt in his mind that they would’ve left you alone. 

“Sandor.” He looks to the right when he hears someone call out his name. He held his breath when he saw Sansa standing a few feet away from him. She held her hands in front of her, she stared at him up and down. 

“Little bird.” Sandor replied with a nod then looked ahead watching the roads again in hopes to see you arriving. 

“Thank you for bringing her back to us.” Sansa told him. 

“Are you?” Sansa nodded at him. 

“I thought your sister and you would kill me for bringing her back as something else.” Sansa took a deep breath before walking closer to Sandor. He turns to face her when she gets close to him. 

For the first time, Sansa was staring up at him with no fear in her eyes. Her eyes held gratitude. 

“There was a time when you couldn’t even look at me.” 

“That was a long time ago, Sandor. I have seen much worse than you.” He chuckled at her and they both looked ahead. 

Sandor contemplated if he should tell Sansa that he was sorry for what has done to her. He felt guilty for not doing more to convince her to go with him and you after escaping King’s Landing. He never wanted to see you cry like that ever again after hearing what had happened to her. 

“Is he dead?” Sansa knew who he meant. “Yes.” 

“How?” He asked her. 

“Hounds didn’t work so a wolf got the job done.” Sansa answered him and the hair on Sandor’s back stood up. 

“Y/n?” He asked her. Sansa confirmed it and Sandor let out a small smile. 

“If you like to see her work, walk to the southern side of the battlements.” Sandor looks towards where Sansa spoke of. 

“Jon saw it?” He asked. 

“He wasn’t very happy with it but the people of Winterfell are. I am.” Sandor and Sansa walked to the southern side. His mouth dropped when he saw three decapitated heads on a spike. 

“It takes you back doesn’t it.” Sansa said, reminiscing that day on the bridge when Joffrey showed her and you Ned's head on a spike.

Sandor looks over at Sansa who kept staring at the decapitated heads. “You changed, Little Bird.” Guilt started to rise inside of him, He should have done more for Sansa to come with them.

“I’m sorr-.” “Don’t.” Sansa cut Sandor’s off. She looks up at him once more. 

“Without them, I would have stayed the same naïve girl you knew in King’s Landing. I’m stronger now and smarter. I have my sisters with me and now we have you with us.” 

Sandor’s eyes widened. “Y/n had the master’s chambers prepared for your arrival. Clean clothes, sheets and everything you’ll need has been provided.” 

“Thank you for bringing my sister back. The North and I will never forget what you did.” Sansa told him before walking away. She called out over her shoulder for a servant to show Sandor the way to the chambers. 

Sandor feels out of place when the servant shuts the door behind him when he enters the master's chambers. He looked around to see the furniture, the table in the center was filled with fruits and bread. He shook his head at the pitcher of ale on the table. You knew him too well. He touched the bed that was filled with blankets of wool and fur. He walks to the end of the bed and finds his name written on a scroll. His eyes widened when he saw a leather cape with black and gray fur stitched around the shoulders and neckline. Underneath he sees a tunic shirt and dark trousers. He leans down when he notices the large and heavy boots. They were good for the snow, Sandor didn’t have to worry about his toes getting frostbite anymore. He held the cape close to his chest, this was all for him. He never wore anything this nice before and he never was gifted anything like this. 

Looking ahead there was a closet nearby. He walked towards it and touched the new clothes, they looked about his size. Different tunics, capes and trousers hung in the closet. He was gracious that you had done this for him. Giving him warm clothes and a good bed but what he longs for was you. He notices your robe hanging from the door. He walks towards it, grabbing the robe and holding it close to his face. He can smell your scent on the robe. His chest aches for you. He wished they had arrived sooner so he could have gone with you to Last Hearth. 

Dinner in Winterfell was awkward at first, he walked inside the hall after one of the servants told him that dinner would be served. Ser Davos and Gendry commented on Sandor’s new clothes and told him that he looks like a true northerner when Sandor sat with them. 

“You cleaned up nice.” Brienne said when she sat in front of Sandor. 

“Fuck off.” Sandor said, making her roll her eyes as he grabbed the pitcher of ale from the table. She remained seated in front of him and they both ate quietly with the rest. 

Word had spread about Sandor and your relationship with him. He can hear the whispers behind his back and the looks people gave him. Northern clothes on a southern man gave the North something to talk about. 

“You heard what she did?” Brienne asked. 

“The heads on the spike.” He nodded at her as he continued to eat his food. 

“What do you think?” Sandor huffed before answering. 

“Good. Fuck them. They deserve it.” Brienne remains quiet for a second. 

“I heard the queen wasn’t too fond of it. Jon didn’t like it either.” Sandor looks up from his plate as he chews his food. 

“The queen didn’t like it? But she’s the one burning people with her dragons if they don’t bend the knee.” Sandor said as he grabbed his cup to take a drink. 

There was a loud crash in the dining hall making everyone stop chatting and eating. Sandor looks ahead to see Sansa and Jon out of their seats standing next to Bran. Jon was yelling at Bran to wake up but Bran had his head thrown back and his eyes were white. 

“He’s warging.” Arya said, looking over at her brother. Bran’s hand gripped the handles of his wheelchair tightly, his plate of food was on the ground. It was a minute later when Bran returned. 

“What happened?” Jon asked to kneel next to Bran who started to sweat. 

“They ran into trouble.” Bran spoke out. “Y/n. Beric.  

“There’s coming now.” 

Grey Worm opened the door of the hall, Daenerys rose up from her seat. Sandor was the first to walk out of the hall when Grey Worm announced that a few Dothraki making their rounds found them miles away from Wintertown. Dinner was cut short and they immediately walked to the courtyard. Arya was standing next to Sansa in the court yard as the guards lit the candles around the yard. The night was cold, Sandor was still shivering under his warm clothes and fur cape as he stood in the battlement. 

Arya kept looking up at Sandor to see him pacing back and forward. 

“Riders coming in!” The guard yelled in the night. Jon watched as survivors of the garrison at East Watch by the sea and Castle Black rode in. A few free folk came in on horses. Sansa looked around to see you. Jon and his siblings watched as the Beric came riding in, the free folks and the survivors stood and watched as you walked in last. 

You were walking alongside your horse. Thoros body draped over the straddle. Jon’s breath hitched at the sight of you. He noticed you were naked under your cape. You walked on the snow with your bare feet, your hair was a mess and you had blood on your hands and feet. Your eyes were bloodshot and you walked like one of the dead. You looked ahead to see your siblings. 

It was quiet for a second, no one said a word. They stared at you as you placed a hand on Thoros’ back. Beric got off his horse and walked towards you. 

“I’ll put him to rest, Lady Y/n.” He spoke to you softly. 

“I’ll help you.” Beric shook his head. “You must rest. You fought hard and well.” 

Jon was about to walk towards you when Tormund spoke loudly. 

“Rest, m’lady. You had protected us during the ride here.” 

Sansa quickly ran towards you when you nodded at the redhead wildling. Jon and Arya followed. Sansa hugged you tight when Tormund and Beric walked away with Thoros’ body. 

“What happened?” Jon asked you. Arya’s frowned as your eyes started to well up in tears. Sansa grabbed your hand. 

“A few wights were residing in Last Hearth. The Night King is almost upon us. We barely made it out.” You told him with a quavering tone. 

You were about to speak again when you heard Sandor.  You looked over Jon’s shoulder. Sansa let your hand go when she saw Sandor standing in the sidelines. The tears fell down your cheeks as you stared at him. You immediately started to walk towards him. 

Daenerys watched as Sandor quickly walked to you practically speed walking. She watched as you leapt into his arms. Sandor held you tight against him, lifting you up so your arms warped around his shoulders. 

Everyone watched as you hugged Sandor. The rumors were proven right, Lady Y/n was with The Hound. Sandor had shoved his face in the crock of your neck as he held you. 

“Never leave me again. Please.” You whispered to Sandor as he settled you down on the ground. He cups your face wiping your tears with his thumbs. 

“Aye. I swear it.” He tells you. 

“He saved me.” You told Sandor. “Thoros saved me. I couldn’t leave him behind. I couldn’t allow him to turn into a wight.” You hugged him once more. 

Sandor didn’t know why his chest felt heavy when you told him about Thoros death. He wasn’t close to him. They fought like cats and dogs during their journey but he saved you.  

“We need to get you inside.” Sandor spoke. You nodded at him. Sandor placed a hand on your lower back to guide back inside the castle when your name was called out. 

Shaken and scared, young Lord Ned Umber walked towards you. He stopped when he saw Sandor staring down at him. Lord Ned Umber pulled his sword out and kneel down on one knee. 

“Thank you, Lady Y/n. I am forever in your debt.” The survivors of House Umber followed their lord and kneel down on one knee. 

“We would have been dead without you.” The young boy stated. 

“Rise, Lord Umber.” You spoke out after watching one by one kneeling in front of you. 

“For centuries our families fought on the battlefield together. You pleaded your loyalty to House Stark again, Lord Umber after your father betrayed us. As long as I am breathing and able to fight, I will help those who plead their loyalty to me. To House Stark.” You spoke out. The people loudly agreed and holler as they banged their weapons together. 

Tyrion looks up at Daenerys to see her staring at you with admiration. Tyrion knew she would have to make you side with her if she wanted to win over the North. He realized what Lyanna Mormont meant when saying they picked the wrong Stark. He hoped this wouldn’t cause an issue between you and Daenerys. He wondered what Ned would think if he saw you now. He watched as Sandor helped you walk inside the castle. After seeing what you have done with the traitors, he knew you had changed. The eerily sensation filled his stomach when he thought back of what Joffrey had done to Ned Stark’s head. This was payback. This was revenge. He wonders what you would do when you see the Lannister army come up to the north. He wouldn’t forget the face Daenerys and Jon had when they saw the decapitated heads, their eyeballs were plucked out, and their tongues were cut. 

Sandor shut the door after a servant bought him a tray of stew. He looks at you as he brings the tray to the table and sits on the chair across from you. He grew worried when you kept quiet. You haven’t spoken when you walked inside the castle. You remained silent when the servant helped you wash. 

“Are you angry with me?” You questioned him before bringing the bowl of stew in front of you. 

Sandor watched as you took your robe off, showing your bare arms. He can see the faint scratch marks on your arms. He pressed his lips in a tight line, he wanted to be angry. He was because you left Winterfell after he told you to stay put but knew he couldn’t be angry. You’re Lady of Winterfell and with that title came with responsibilities. 

“I wish you would’ve sent out more men instead of going yourself.” He answered you. 

“We couldn’t afford to send more men out there. Lord Glover decided not to help us after he heard that Jon was bringing the queen here. I will stand behind Jon Snow, the King in the North was what he wrote to us.” 

“I wasn’t expecting some of the dead to be there.” You told him truthfully. 

“I wasn’t expecting Thoros to die for me. I should have done better. I didn’t see one of them coming behind me. They stabbed him in the chest.” You cried out, wiping your tears away. 

“Thoros did what he was expected to do. To keep you safe. I told him to promise me he would. Beric did as well.” Sandor regretted telling you those words when he saw you look at him with a frown. 

“You made them promise to keep me safe? Thoros would have still been alive if it wasn’t for that.” It was Sandor’s turn to frown now. You were angry. 

Sandor rose up from his seat and walked in front of you. “Thoros died because he wanted to protect you. It wasn’t just because of a promise. If he didn’t want to, he wouldn’t have protected you. I know men who don’t keep their oath and their promises, he’s not one of them. He did it because he wanted to. He and Beric  agreed without hesitation.” 

Sandor kneels down next to you when you didn’t meet his eyes. “And when the time comes that I have to die to protect you. I will without hesitation and without regret because I love you.” 

You turned to look at Sandor when he said those very words you had told him before many times. He never said it once to you before.  

“You love me?” You asked him. 

“Aye. I do.” Sandor nodded. “I love you, my little wolf.” 

You leaned down close to him, he closed in with his lips pressing against yours. You cupped his face as he deepened the kiss. The stew was long forgotten when you wrapped your arms around his neck. Sandor stood up, taking you into his arms.

“I love you too. I love you so much.” You told him, Sandor lets out a smile. The feeling he always had when you told him you loved him multiplied. He was loved, and he loved you. He had forgotten all about his troubles and his worries. 

You lead him towards the bed making him sit on the edge. You stood between his legs, kissing him. His hands rest on your hips pulling you close to him, tight against him he wanted you. He wants you badly, he grows hard just by your kisses just by your touch. He hears you moan when he kisses your neck, nipping your skin. 

His hands go under your nightgown, he feels how soft and warm you are. You let out a squeal at his cold hands. 

“You’re freezing. Haven’t gotten used to the North yet, I see.” You asked with a smirk. 

“I have been freezing my balls off all day.” Sandor replies as he pushes the gown up and cups your ass. 

“We can’t have that. Can we?” He smiles up at you as you start to undress him. He felt like the luckiest man alive. Being kissed by a person like you. Beautiful. Strong. Intelligent. A fighter. 

He felt so lucky that you chose him to love him. To continue to love him with all his flaws, with half of a burnt face and a troubled past. He watched as you took off your nightgown after removing his coat along with his shirt. Sandor latched on to your bare skin, kissing it pulling up against his chest as his hands roamed around your body. 

“Come here.” He tells you, making you sit on his lap. Chest to chest, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Sandor lets out a moan as you grind against his hard on, the fabric of his trouser grew wet by your aroused. 

“You’re not afraid of me?” You asked him softly against his neck. Sandor looks at you. 

“You must know by now what I did. Someone must’ve told you.” You said as your hands wandered on his chest. 

“Are you afraid of me?” He asked you, making you frown. 

“Of course not. I love you.” You said. Sandor lets out a small smile as he looks at your face. He brings his hand to cup your face, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. 

“You have your answer.” He mumbles as he pulls your bottom lip. You grab his wrist, taking his thumb in your mouth. Sucking his thumb as you grind on him.

“Fuck.” He says when you playfully bite the tip of his thumb. 

“Lay down.” You tell him. Sandor was too slow and you pushed him on the bed completely catching him off guard. He was too busy staring at your naked body. You crawl up towards him, you moan when you drag your cunt against his stomach.  Caging his head with your arms, you leaned down to kiss him. 

“I want to ride you.” You whispered shyly at him as you kissed his scarred cheek. He cups your ass with his large hands, squeezing the fat of your ass. 

“Let me get you ready.” You shake your head and he drops his mouth when he touches your sopping cunt. You were so wet. 

He was about to get up when you pushed him back down. He doesn’t move when you start to move down, quickly your hands unties the laces of his trousers. He watches as your eyes widen by his hard cock. Your jerk off his cock with both hands for a moment before pushing yourself up to get into position. 

Placing a hand on his hairy chest, you let out a whine when you sit down on his cock slowly. His cock was splitting you open, it’s been far too long since you’ve been intimate with him. Sandor moans when you sit down completely on his cock. He can feel your walls clenching around him. His hips were starting to thrust upwards when you placed both hands on chest, stopping him completely. 

His toes curl in his boots when you move your hips, your cunt is so wet. He grabs a hold on your outer thighs when you start to bounce on his cock. He can’t stop looking at your face, so beautiful you looked. Your mouth is parted as you moan while riding him. Your hair was thrown over your shoulder. 

The bed dipped every time you sank down his cock. Rising your hips up and down slowly trying to get used to him. He watches you with hooded eyes, he bites his bottom lip to not cry out. 

He rubs his hands up and down the side of your body as you ride him. Your breathy moans and his grunts mixed together with the sound of your wet cunt.  He feels your coming to end, he knows the moment you make a whiny noise. He starts to thrust up making you shout in pleasure. 

“Cum for me.” He tells you as he pulls your hips down. He wants to make you cum, he wants to feel you cumming on his cock. He doesn’t stop trusting his hips up, not when you’re moaning so loud. He wraps you around when you start to cum. You had fallen on his chest when you came. 

He stays hard, your whining makes him hard. He grinds his hips making you cry out. You push yourself up on his chest. Leaning down, you kiss him gently. 

“It’s your turn. I want you to cum. Please inside of me. I want to feel you deep in me.” You whisper to him. 

“On your back.” He tells you after he kisses you. He smirks at the dopey smile you had on your face when you rolled on the bed. He looks over at you as he tips his boots off and removes his trousers leaving it on the ground. 

He groans as he jerks himself as he stares at you. Pretty thing, on your back, legs spread open. He can see the lips of cunt are swollen and wet. He notices your cheeks grew red when you saw him looking at you. Sandor swore his ears started to ring when you began to tease him. Bringing a hand down to your cunt, rubbing your clit in front of him. Just like how he showed you. The first time he showed you, he wouldn’t forget the look on your face when he used his fingers to make you cum. He gets on the bed and tugs you towards him. It was your turn now to watch him. 

His cock was painfully hard now, precum dripping from his thick head. He notices your glossy eyes when pushes your legs against your chest. He rubs the head of his cock against your cunt. Slowly up and down, even smacking a few times on your clit making you moan out. 

“Please.” You beg him to put it in. “Sandor.” 

He senses your frustration and he continues to play with your cunt. He gathers your slick and rubs it around your cunt. He pushes his cock in, he lets out a moan when your lips spread on his cock. 

He slides in and out of you slowly. He’s grabbing the blankets underneath you to control himself. You're already trembling under him and your pussy is pulsating around him. 

He cries your name out and he snaps his hips hard making you cry out. 

“Fuck!” He grunts against your name as he quickly thrusts into you. He ruts into you fast and hard. You had pulled him by the beard towards your face so you could kiss him. He’s panting against your neck as your pussy is squelching with each thrust. 

Sandor comes with a growl making you cry out. He holds you down with his weight as he fills your womb with his seeds. You continued to embrace him, enjoying the sensation of behind weight down and filled. Sandor kisses your shoulders, butterfly kisses on your skin he gives you. Before he starts to get up to get comfortable with you in bed. He moves his hand to turn your head towards him. He pulls you into a surprise kiss. You open your mouth when you feel his tongue against your bottom lip. He sinks his hands into your hair pulling it gently making you moan in his mouth.

 Both of you pull away in need for air, “Fuck, Y/n.” He whispered out of breath against your cheek. You give him a smile when he looks down at you. 

Sandor wakes up in the middle of the night in thirst. Carefully getting out of the bed without waking you up. He let out a sigh when he saw there was no ale left, quickly getting dressed. He walked out of the room quietly to not disturb you. He knew you needed your rest. He was about to walk past the great hall with the empty pitcher in his hand when he saw voices coming from inside. The light from the candles glowed under the parted doors of the hall. 

As he got closer to the doors of the hall. He heard Tormund’s voice booming from the inside. 

“The moment Thoros shut his eyes and died. There was a growl.” Sandor stopped between the doors to look inside. 

Tormund was sitting on top of the tables with a crowd around him. Some were the free folks while others were guards of the Vale and from the Stark. Tormund took a sip from his horn cup and his eyes widened when he raised his hands up. 

“The wolf came out! Scared some of the people but they held their ground. They had too because the moment the wolf came out. The dead knew. So Lady Y/n took them one by one while we got our horses ready. Ripping their limbs or their heads off. We thought the coast was clear but we were wrong.” Sandor held his breath as Tormund continued. 

“Beric and I had to hold on to Lady Y/n’s horse. Thoros was strapped on the staddle. She refused to leave him behind. Nearly bit Beric’s leg and my ass off to make sure.” 

“The ride here ? How was that?” One of the servants asked. 

“Did the dead follow you guys?” A soldier asked frantically. 

“They did follow us and when they are near, the weather worsens. Almost shit myself because of it!” Tormund answered with a nod. His blue eyes looked around the people around him. 

“She ran alongside with our horses. Any dead that got near us, she would run around and take them down.” Sandor decides to walk away to the kitchen. He didn’t need to hear anymore of his story. You told him what had happened afterwards, being intimate with him. He asked you for the story while you laid on top of him. His fingers were running through your hair while the other rubbed your back as you told him. 

Sandor was relieved when he saw the kitchen empty. Quickly refilling the pitcher, he made his way back to the chambers. He shut the door behind him and looked at your sleeping form. He leaned against the door continuing to stare at you. He admired you from afar, he stared at the way that your chest rose up and from down with each breath you took. He can see the love bites on your breast and shoulders. Your bare leg was peeking out of the wool blankets. 

Sandor takes a sip straight from the pitcher when he remembers what you told him before falling asleep. It made his eyes filled with unshed tears. 

“I would die protecting you as well. No hesitation and no regret. I would do it in a heartbeat.” 

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“I asked if I could help you.” You weren’t sure why he was asking, no one helped you when you became part of the group. You were an outcast amongst them. He looks over at Stranger who was always with you, usually tied up in the nearest tree. You had Stranger with you at all times when you were outside. The horse followed your every move. The dark mare was smart and acted almost like a protector during Sandor’s absence. 

Stranger had come to trust you just like he trusted his owner, Sandor. A woman in the group who was fond of animals gifted you some apples which Stranger ate greedily. You were relieved that another woman was talking to you, but it ended quickly when she started talking about the Children of the Forest and other mythical creatures you had read in fairy tales. She was kind hearted and didn't deserve the horrible words aimed towards her. You couldn't dislike her especially when she gave you a flower and told you that the Children of the Forest wanted to help Sandor. You didn't believe her at first because how can a flower save an injured man but you followed her words and made a paste of the strange looking flower. The petals were yellow and green. The middle part of the flower was prickly but didn’t hurt when touched. The best you can describe the smell of the flower was the scent of ale.  

“I’m Isaac.” He was walking closer to you but stopped when he saw you were still holding on to your ax. You didn’t respond to him at all, you continued to stare at him. 

“Are you really with that fellow in the shack?” He questioned. This made you frown. He was there when Ray gathered men from the group to carry Sandor away from the bottom of the cliff. He knows the answer so why is he asking, you thought. 

“Yes, I’m his wife.” You lied because that was the first thing Ray had told you to do when he took you to meet the group. Ray gave you a concerned look when you told him the truth about not being married and whispered to you to lie to the rest of the group that you were. Feeling uncomfortable with the wandering eyes from the men of the group. It was at that moment that you realized why Ray had told you to lie. You even avoided the looks the women in the group gave you. They noticed the pretty dress you had on and from that they knew you weren’t around here. 

“Why do you ask?” Isaac shook his head before letting out a chuckle of disbelief.

“What a lucky man he is.” Isaac said as he took another step towards you but you took a step back, your hand tightening around the handle of the ax. 

“What do you want? I’m occupied with this.” You pointed at the pile of chopped wood on the ground with the ax.  

"What do I want?” Isaac looked at you shamelessly up and down. You wished Sandor was awake and next to you so he can warn this man off. 

“Just want to help.” You didn’t believe him so you didn’t answer him. 

He got the message that you weren’t going to talk and bid his goodbye to you. You watched as he gave you one last look over his shoulder before walking away towards the camp site. Letting out a sigh of relief when he left, you glanced over at Stranger who was staring at you. Stranger titled his head to the side as you walked over to pet its head. You felt Stranger tense up and you gently hummed to it trying your best to relax the horse. Running your finger through its hair, it calms Stranger. You weren't the only one freaked out about Isaac. 

The sun was setting and you had forgotten all about Isaac. You were done with supper and had piled the logs to sell outside the shack. You were cleaning your hands before aiding Sandor’s wound. You clenched and released your hands multiple times, trying to get rid of the stiffness and soreness. 

You wouldn’t forget the day that Ray gave you an ax when you told the group that you would do a man's work in exchange for Sandor and you to have shelter and food. Ray tried to talk to you out of it but you wouldn't have it. You were going to work your ass off and you did. Ray taught you how to swing an ax and gather the wood.  You cried the next day from the pain on your hands and shoulders. You weren’t used to manual labor, you didn’t work a day in your life and you thought about the times you would skip lessons with Septa Mordane. She would reprimand you for skipping. She would tell you that a woman’s job is to know how to sew and how to be a proper lady. 

You wonder how the sweet elderly lady would have reacted if she saw you now. Wearing pants, hair greasy as well as knotted. Dirt underneath your fingernails along with beginning stages of calluses forming on the palm of your hands. 

When finishing work you spend your evenings alone mostly, Ray would often visit just to see how you were doing and give you any sort of news about joining you on the next trip into town to sell wood. The times he wasn’t there to visit, you thought about your family. 

You thought about Robb and his wife that you never met. Your parents, you missed your mother’s kisses and your father’s warm hugs. Arya and Bran’s endless energy and Rickon’s kind heart. You thought about the times how Sansa would beg you to brush her hair like yours and even knowing about the betrayal from Theon, you couldn’t help but think of him well. Theon didn’t have the Stark family name but you thought of him as one just like Jon. 

Memories of them were your only company and you thought that you had cried a lot during your stay in King's Landing but you were wrong. Your eyes were always puffy, cheeks were blotchy and you thought you were going to lose your mind when it came to Sandor. 

You sobbed as Ray held you when the maesters popped his knee back in and cleaned his wounds. You have never seen so much blood in your life before but as the days grew you followed the maesters’ instructions on how to clean and look after it. You finally managed to not cry whenever you saw the nasty wound on his knee. You wash the dirt and blood off his body. You cleaned him daily, and changed his clothes. You spend endless nights by his side dabbing the sweat off his forehead and neck when fever took hold of him. 

You pull the blanket up to Sandor's chest when finishing cleaning his wound and lean forward to comb his grown out beard with your fingers, pushing his hair out of his face while tucking a strand behind his ear. You feel your throat starting to close up and your vision goes blurry with tears. You missed him so much. Letting your fingers linger on his face, you lightly trace his nose and lips. You were utterly exhausted, tired from the workload and tired from the heat. You were tired of seeing Sandor still in a deep slumber. You grew more worried that he would never wake up. 

“Sandor.” You whispered to him.  “Can you hear me?” Tears rolled your cheeks when Sandor gave you no response. 

The maesters had told you before leaving for good that Sandor may never wake up. Sandor might be a cripple and would have to be bedridden for life. 

“Give me a sign, Sandor. Please.” You begged him. Sandor seemed to be getting better, his fever had gone down but he made no movement yet. He hasn’t even opened his eyes or moved his legs. 

“Wake up.” You cried out softly as you laid your head on his chest. Closing your eyes when you hear his heartbeat, it was strong. You cried as you hugged him, laying on him trying to get the same feeling of warmth and security he had provided to you during your travels together. 

“Please wake up.” Begging into his chest, you wept more. 

Your head shot up when you heard someone knocking. You sniffed and wiped your tears quickly. 

“Ray?” You called out, running your hand through your knotted hair. Wanting to look presentable for Ray. The person behind the door didn’t answer, the door was pulled open and your face dropped when you saw Isaac by the entrance. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked him as you looked around the shack, your heart fell to your stomach when you realized you left your ax outside next to the pile of wood. The only weapons were below the makeshift bed Sandor laid on. You had hidden his sword along with his knife so no one could steal it. 

“I was on a walk when I heard you crying. I wanted to make sure you’re fine.”  

“I’m fine. You can leave now. I wish to be alone.” You rose up from the bed, eyeing his every move. 

“Alone?” Isaac stepped into the shack and shut the door. 

“A pretty thing like you, alone? It’s such a shame.” You started to tremble by the tone of his voice and that smile he gave you. 

“You take such good care of your husband.” He stops a few inches away from the bed. 

“But who takes care of you?” He asks. “Please leave.” He frowns at you and his eyes darken at your plea. 

“I’m trying to help you here!” He shouted at you. “Let me take care of you.” 

You look over his shoulder to see the door, you were thinking if you ran quick enough you would be able to get to Ray. The hope of escaping and running to Ray disappeared when you saw Isaac taking a knife out of his belt and pointed it at you. 

“Plea-.” Isaac shook his head at you as he hushed you to be quiet. 

“It doesn’t have to be hard, girl. Drop your pants and bend over at the edge of the bed.” You let out a whine and shook your head at him. 

“BEND OVER!” Isaac shouted making you flinch. “I’ll fuck you bloody girl. I’ll rape that cunt in front of him.” 

“I’ll kill him if you don’t obey.” Isaac smiled when he saw tears rolling down your face as he pointed the knife at Sandor. He saw you move towards the edge of the bed near him. 

“Good.” He starts to breathe heavily, his eyes grew wide at the sight of your trembling body. He holds the knife in one hand while he palms himself over his trousers with the other hand. 

“Drop your pants and show me that cunt.” You turn your back towards him. You cried as you stared at Sandor. You couldn’t believe you were going to be taken advantage in front of Sandor. 

“Aim for the heart, little wolf.” Sandor’s voice echoed inside your head. 

You began to wail when you felt Isaac behind you, sniffing your hair loudly. You felt him grab your hair from the back and pulled it harshly towards his face. 

“I never fucked a lass with her husband in the same room before.” He told you as you felt the tip of his knife digging your lower back. 

“Please.” You cried out and he pushed you down on the bed. You let out a sob when you felt him rip your trousers off with his knife. 

“Be quiet. Don’t want to wake him up.” Isaac laughed as he began to grope your ass. 

“Aim for the heart, little wolf.” 

Unwanted hands grabbed your behind, you hear Isaac’s moans grow louder behind you and his taunting words of you being raped was making you lose all faith in yourself. You heard about the girls who shared the same horrid fate say that it’s best to lay still and hope he finishes quickly. You were about to accept your fate and you were about to reach out to hold Sandor’s hand that rested on his side when you remembered his words. 

“Kick him in the legs. He will fall to the ground and that would be your opportunity. Aim for the heart, little wolf.” 

“Give me a little moan.” Isaac said. He was going to pull his trousers down when you immediately kicked him from behind, hitting his shin. You heard him fall to the ground and you went down to the floor to grab Sandor’s knife under the makeshift bed. 

“Fucking bitch.” You cried out, you were close to grabbing the knife when you felt a pair of hands grab your ankles pulling you out of the makeshift bed. 

Isaac shouted as he kicked you in the stomach. You held your stomach when he managed to grab his knife from the floor and walked towards Sandor. Your eyes widened when Isaac raised his knife. 

“No!” You shouted and pushed yourself up. You had managed to get on the bed on the other side and grabbed onto Isaac’s wrist. With little strength you had left, you held him off. He pulled your hair with his other hand but you grabbed the knife screaming as the blade dug into your flesh. Isaac’s eyes grew at the sight of you grabbing the blade with your bare hand. He dropped the knife to the ground and pulled you over Sandor’s body, dropping you to the ground. 

“Crazy bitch.” You heard him yell at you. 

“No!” You yelled as he was about to grab the knife but he turned you on your back, getting on top of you. You started to claw his face as he sat on you, his legs on either side of you. He brought his hands to your neck and began to choke you. 

“When I’m done with you. Everyone is going to have their turn at you.” Isaac jeered at you as he lifted you by the neck and slammed your head on the wooden floor boards. You gasped for air as he slammed your head once more. You slapped his face with both hands, blood from the cut coated his face.

You were losing consciousness, you began to see spots in your vision and you knew if you shut your eyes, it would be over. Sandor will be killed, you were going to get raped and you were going to die. Your life will end the moment you close your eyes. 

You looked to the right to see his knife near you, this was your only chance to survive. You pressed the palm of your hand on his eyes, spreading your blood all over it as you used your other hand to grab the knife. You gritted your teeth and shouted in pain when he grabbed a hold of your bloody hand. His eyes were stinging from the blood, the moment he shut his eyes to wipe it off. He let out a gasp when felt something pierced through his chest. He let go of your hand and opened his blood shot eyes, he dropped his mouth open when he saw his knife impaled in his chest.  

He looks down at you, letting out a whimper as he falls on top of you. You pushed him off of you and stared at him with wide eyes. You killed him, you killed someone. You cried as you held your wounded hand against your chest. The adrenaline was wearing off and your anger grew. Your eyes harden at the sight of him and you quickly got on top of him just as he did to you. You shouted and grabbed the handle of his knife with your good hand. You started to stab him in the chest repeatedly over and over again. You can hear his flesh being sliced, his blood was splattered across your face as you continued.

Flashes of your father being beheaded appeared as you kept stabbing him. The sight of Robb’s wolf sewn onto his body made you scream as you started to stab Isaac in the head. The evil smile on Joffrey's face. The look Cersei gave you when you were being beaten. Lastly, images of a small child being pushed against the fire. The child screams echo inside your mind and the face of Gregor appears. 

“Y/n!” 

You stopped at the sound of a familiar voice and looked towards the door. The door was opened and Ray stood there with a horrified face. His eyes shifted to you and Isaac. You looked down at Isaac’s mangled face. He was unrecognizable, you dropped the knife. Looking over at Sandor, you began to hyperventilate and let out a sob when you saw a knife embedded into his chest. 

“Sandor?!” You cried out, about to get up you heard a screeching sound next to you. You looked back at Ray who was turned into a wight. Ray had transformed into one and you quickly looked back at Sandor who was now sitting up on the bed, the knife still in his chest. He dropped his mouth open to let out a terrifying screech. His eyes turned bright blue and the bed started to catch on flames. You remained still as Sandor began to crawl towards you, snarling at you as his entire body was consumed in flames. 

Gasping for air, you woke up from your sleep. You shoot straight up from bed trembling, breathing heavily as you look around. You were in a room alone. You let out a sob you were holding in. Ray and Sandor became one of the dead. The same dead you fought beyond the walls. You had to see Sandor, you had to make sure he was safe. The last thing you remember was shouting and how tired you felt from running after carrying Jon on your back. 

Quickly, you pushed the blankets of fur off of you, you stopped when you felt light headed. Taking deep breaths you carefully managed to get out of bed, your legs shook as you stood up. You looked down at yourself to see you wore a white undergarment dress. You took a moment to look around you, you saw a table near you. Towels, sheets and pitchers along with bowls were on the table. You noticed the dirty rags on the floor. You weren't alone, someone was here with you. You were going to step away from the bed when you came down with a thud on the floor. Wincing as you pushed  yourself up to your knees you looked around the room again. 

“Sandor!” You shouted out but was answered with silence. 

Once again you took a moment to breathe. You felt so weak, tired and so hungry. It’s been so long since you last ate. You were thinking about just laying down on the ground until someone arrived. When you looked down at your hands, you saw the healed scar on your palm. You thought of your dream. This dream felt too real unlike the others you had before you fell ill. 

You had to see Sandor, you had to make sure that he was alright. You had to see if your brother was alive as well. You began to crawl to the table near you. Grunting as you grabbed the edge of the table and pulled yourself up. Managing to get up you leaned against the table. Looking down at the half empty bowls on the table you saw a small mirror. Rising it up to see your reflection, you were glad you were back to normal. You had transformed back into a human. You didn’t know how you managed to do it. You looked tired and sickly. Your eyes were dull,  lips were dried and cracked. You placed the mirror back down on the table not wishing to see yourself anymore. You didn't look like you anymore. Letting out a soft moan as you flex your sore feet. Your toes cracked before you began to take a few steps towards the door. 

You couldn’t stop thinking about the dream. Sandor had died and he became one of those dead creatures. You saw he went up with the rest of the group on the dragon. Slowly walking to the door you stopped when you saw your ax, the weapon was leaning against the door frame. It had to be the lack of food, perhaps it was the stress but the dream had disturbed you deeply that all you can think of was finding Sandor and making sure he was ok. Ignoring the stomach pains, you leaned down to grab your ax. Using your weight to push the door open, you winced when the freezing wind hit your face. You began to stumble down the hallway ignoring the cold sting on your bare feet. Your hair whipped as another gust of wind blew, you walked to the end of the hall and began to step down the stairs. Your eyes grew wide at the sound of people. 

“Sandor!” You shouted with all your might as you walked down the snow covered stairs using the ax as a cane. 

“Lady Y/n!” 

You step into the courtyard, you can see a few members of the Night Watch staring back at you. Some looked at you stunned while others looked terrified, they started to walk away when you began to walk towards the center of the courtyard. 

“Sandor!” You cried out as you looked around, looking for him. More of the members of the Night Watch had walked out to the courtyard at the sound of your cries. You feared that your dream became true when you didn't see Sandor. You dropped your ax as you started to cry. 

“Y/n!” You looked ahead to see Sandor standing at the edge of the courtyard. Beric and Thoros peeking behind him.  They were in the dining hall when one of the wildings came running inside saying that the great goddess of the wolf had woken up. 

Sandor quickly ran as best he could to you. Jon and Daenerys along with Ser Davos came out of Jon's office at the sound of shouting. Jon froze when he saw you standing in the middle of the courtyard. You were practically shaking in the cold. Your bare arms and legs were getting red from the harsh cold winds. 

You had leapt into Sandor’s arm. Sandor wrapped his arms around you, his lips pressed against your forehead as you sobbed into his chest. Sandor quickly untied his fur cape and wrapped it around you when he pulled away. 

“I saw you-.” Sandor shook his head as you kept crying. He couldn’t understand you. 

“I killed him! Isaac, but he got to you, first. I didn't see the other knife. I didn't see it. You became one of them!” Sandor cupped your face when you started to get hysterical, screaming the name Isaac and the hidden knife. 

“Y/n, calm down.” Sandor told you firmly but you didn't stop.

 You have started to grab Sandor’s coat, pulling the laces almost ripping it. You ignore Sandor’s words to calm down. You had to see it for yourself. Sandor tensed up when he felt your cold fingers touch his bare chest. Your cries quieted down as you touched him, the hair on his chest felt warm. He wiped the tears off your cheeks as you placed your palm against his chest.

“He killed you and you became one of the dead.” You whispered to him. Sandor held you close. 

“I'm not dead, Y/n. I'm here and you're here with me.” Sandor softly said, rubbing his thumb over your cheek trying to help you calm down. 

“You’re here.” You said as you felt his heartbeat under your touch. Sandor grabbed your wrist, bringing your hand up to his lips. He nodded at you as he kissed your knuckles. 

“I’m here and you're here.” He repeated over and over again. You hugged him once more. He threw a glare at the men from the Night Watch who stared.  He had forgotten about them, he had forgotten that both of you were still in the middle of the courtyard in front of everyone. He didn't believe at first that you were awake but he heard you calling out for him after one of the wildings came into the dinning hall. 

You lifted your head from Sandor’s chest when you heard your name being called out. Sandor had turned around along with you, Jon was there in the courtyard. His eyes were wide and filled with tears, he gave you a smile. 

“Go.” Sandor whispered to you as he tied the laces of the cape tighter.  He watched as you ran to your brother. Jon had started to run towards you as you walked to him. Jon cried as you held him, kissing your forehead as he hugged you. You were alive.

“I missed you.” Jon whispered. “Me too. I missed you so much.” You told him crying.

“I thought you were going to die.” You told Jon as you pulled away to look at his face. Jon has aged, you can see in his eyes that he was tired, his hair was longer. He didn't look like the same boy that left Winterfell. You smiled when you touched his chin, he was growing a beard now.  

“You saved me. You saved all of us. Daenerys said you showed her the way to us.” You looked above to follow Jon’s gaze, you saw a white haired woman leaning against the wooden railing. 

“The dragons.” You whispered looking back at Jon who nodded. 

“Yes, do you remember? They followed you.” You leaned against Jon, grabbing his coat and looked around. 

“Where’s the rest?” You asked softly. Jon pointed behind Sandor. You looked over at the pair standing at the edge of the courtyard.

“Lady Y/n.” Thoros welcomed you as Beric and he walked towards you. He let out a surprised yelp when you hugged him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Beric was shocked when he also received a hug from you as well. “I’m so glad to see you both.” You said with a smile. 

“My lady, you need shoes.” Beric said with eyes filled with concern. You looked down at your bare feet in the snow. The one eyed man was going to say something else when he heard your stomach growling. 

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Sandor and the rest couldn’t help but stare as you ate. You weren't really breathing as you stuffed your face with chicken and stew. With your mouth full of food, you grabbed a slice of bread near you soaking it up in the stew. He even casted a look over to Jon who was going to stop you but didn't when he saw how famished you were. Jon put the utensils down, figuring it’s pointless now. 

They all knew you had to be hungry since falling ill then being dead and waking up again to only find yourself beyond the wall with no food. Lastly when you did return you were passed out for two days and for those two days they stayed in your room. The atmosphere in the room was tense. The group were quiet and thinking about what they just witnessed in the courtyard. It was something out of this world, the things you hear about in fantasies. A person turning into a wolf and not just any person, you. The ritual worked, you came back from the dead but you came back as something different. 

Men shouting was heard outside of your room and they did their best to ignore it. Jon watched as Sandor squeezed the excess water from the rag he used to wipe the dried blood from your body. He had flat out refused for the maesters to look over you and dressed your minor wounds.

‘He didn’t do fucking shit when she was sick. I don’t want him around her.’ Sandor yelled when the maesters was brought into the room. Word had spread like wildfire in the East Watch all the way to Castle Black about you being alive and being a creature. 

Tormund had told the group when bringing supplies into the room that the men of Night Watch were calling you evil while the wildings called you the Goddess of the Wolf. Beric and Thoros stood guard by the door on the inside as Ser Davos and Jorah tried their best to calm down the angry crowd standing outside the door. The words monster and ungodly were shouted when you transformed back. Sandor had carried you up the stairs while the group was ready to defend you. 

The rag that was once white, is now a reddish brown. Sandor remained quiet for the most part as he cleaned you. He stared at the light scratch marks on your body, it was from the wights. 

“Thought you would get turned into one if they touched you?” Sandor asked Jon who sat behind him getting treated by the maesters. 

“Guess their nails don’t count.” Jon said, wincing as the maesters treated the cut on his shoulder. 

“Maybe because she wasn’t human.” Beric told them.

“The polar bear was one of them. Doesn't make sense.” Thoros spoke out before the maesters told Jon how very lucky he is that he didn’t get frostbite. Jon told them about you rescuing him from the icy cold waters and using your body to keep him from freezing to death. 

Sandor stops in mid cleaning when he reaches your thighs and his stomach twisted at the sight of dry blood on your inner thighs. He remembered what the red priestess told him. A life for a life. He knew the moment you woke up, he had to tell you. He just hoped you wouldn’t be mad at him for doing it. He felt responsible for turning you into this creature, into a wolf. His worry grew when he saw you were alive and he wondered if you would grow to resent him. 

Sandor wipes it softly and halts when he feels your leg tense up. He looked at your face, trying to see if you would wake up. You moved your head to the side and let out a deep sigh in your sleep. 

“She ran a lot.” Jon had told him. 

“She was faster than a horse, it was amazing how fast she is.” Sandor tried his best not to lose his shit. You were a wolf, you transformed back into a human. The wolf that saved them beyond the wall was you. The door knocked causing everyone to pause. 

“It’s me.” Jon looked over at the door and nodded to them to open. Daenerys walked inside with Jorah and Ser Davos. 

Her eyes widened at Jon’s bare chest. She was told about Jon and how he came back to life. She thought it was a joke, a trick to make her give Jon her army to fight with the dead. She looked at his healed wounds, he had so many. Daenerys quickly walked towards him, unraveling a white fabric she was holding. 

“Should work until she makes it back home.” Jon let out a gracious smile when she held out a sewn white undergarment made of sheets. There were no clothes for women in the East Watch. Daenerys can hear footsteps behind her. She turns around and looks up at the Sandor who towered over her. She holds her breath at the sight of his face. She was a bit nervous when being told Sandor was from House Clegane. Ser Jorah eased her fear and told her Sandor was nothing like his brother who was the one to assault Elia Martell and killed her along with her children, Rhaenys and Aegon Targaryen. 

Sandor didn’t speak to her but he gave a nod of gratitude. 

“Thank you, you didn’t have too.” Jon told her as she turned around.

“It’s nothing, she’s a lady. When we get back to Winterfell, I would need to thank her properly.” Jon watched as Daenerys looked over at you. He noticed she started to play with her hands in front of her as she looked back at you. 

“It’s hard to believe. Isn’t it?” Jon asked. She shook her head at him. 

“It isn’t.” She told him as she looked back at Jon. “I have dragons. We have an army of the dead coming to end the living. Now your sister came back from the dead and became a wolf. A wolf that my dragons are curious about.” 

Daenerys casts one last look towards you and drops her hands to the side when she notices you were in good hands. She was scared you were in harm's way with Sandor but that was until she noticed the burly man washing your feet. Sandor treated you like you were made of glass, his large hand was completely wrapped around your ankle. He wiped the sole of your feet gently and with such care. She found herself reminiscing about her time with Khal Drogo when he found out when she was pregnant. He treated her with such grace and with so much love.

Eating the last piece of bread, you grabbed the pitcher of water ignoring the cup that was near you. Sandor wanted to chuckle at the sight of you drinking straight out of the pitcher. Drinking fast, droplets of water fell on to your dress with an unladylike burp, you wiped your mouth with the sleeve of your dress and placed the pitcher down on the table. 

The men didn’t say anything as they looked amongst themselves, they didn’t know how to start the conversation without it being awkward. They were all eager to know about you and the transformation. Beric and Thoros had shared their ideas with Sandor. Beric had told Sandor that he knew you were part of something greater. It almost ended in a fight when Sandor reminded Beric that it wasn’t some god that brought you back. 

“It was because of our child who brought her back to me.” 

You were staring off in the distance when Jon called your name out. You frowned as you heard people outside, whispers and the sound of the blacksmith working across the courtyard clear as day. It was impossible that you could hear all of it. Your trance was broken when you felt a warm hand on your knee. Looking down, you saw Sandor’s hand. You placed your hand over his and looked at him. He raised his brow at you, worried that you weren't answering. 

“I-I-well..” You stuttered for a moment and looked at them. You didn’t know how to start, you didn’t know what to say. 

“Thank you.” Thoros spoke first. “You saved us from that bear.” Beric added with a shocked face. 

“Of course.” You said looking at them. “We’re a group. We must protect one another.” 

Beric smiled as well as Thoros. They had mentioned to you those very words after another group thought it was a good idea to mess with the Brotherhood without Banners during their trip to the North.

“Y/n, do you remember turning into a wolf?” Jon asked. 

Death was quiet for a moment. It was just darkness, cold and nothing else. You found yourself in a dark cave but a light appeared ahead when you heard a woman’s voice.  She spoke English then it into a different language, you didn't understand. The only reason you followed her voice through the darkness was because she mentioned your name then your parent’s name. The more you followed her voice, the warmer you got and the louder her voice became. You froze when you heard a wolf howling and the voice stopped. You remained still in the dark place until you saw a light above you. 

Your eyes opened wide, you found yourself staring at the night sky before questioning yourself what had happened. You cried out when you tried to roll over but were unaware where you were. You fell off the altar with a thud as you landed on the wooden platform under the altar. You wanted to call out for Sandor but the moment you opened your mouth. Your arms twisted. Letting out a scream, you can feel your bones cracking.  Your limbs started to move on their own. On your stomach now, you tried to crawl but your back began to arch like a cat. You didn't know what was happening, your body had a mind of its own. You cried as you felt your back arch to the point of breaking. 

You whine when you feel something warm between your legs. 

“Lady Y/n.” Lifting your head off the platform, your eyes widened at the older man ahead of you. He took a step back from you when he saw your limbs twisted abnormally. 

“Help me.” You scream with all your might. It all happened in a blink of an eye, your body convulsed and the moment you opened your eyes. Your view had completely changed. You can hear the man screaming for help when he watched your back spit into two and a wolf appeared. Two men on watch nearby had run to the altar but froze in mid step when they saw an enormous wolf on top of one of their brothers ripping his body apart. 

“My bones broke and grew again. I couldn’t control my body.” You told the group as you described your transformation. Thoros and Beric gave each other a look and Jon looked terrified.

“I killed them but I didn’t mean to. I couldn’t control myself.  Something took over me. It was the-the.” 

“It was the animal in you that did it.” Beric said. You nodded at Beric, “Exactly.”

“They must all want me dead for my actions.” You said looking down at your lap, you were grateful Sandor didn’t let you go. His touch gave you some sort of relief. 

“The situation has been dealt with.” Jon told you and you looked at him surprised. You were excused of what you did, it didn’t make sense to you. 

“What’s going on?” You asked the group when you saw Beric and Thoros looking away from your gaze. You caught Jon and Sandor having a stare down, Jon looked away first with a sigh. 

“Nothing. What happened after you transformed?” Sandor questioned, giving his full attention to you. 

“I escaped over the wall and I kept running until I couldn’t anymore. I thought I wasn’t going to find my way back until I smelt it.” 

“You smelt it? What thing?” Jon asked. 

“Sweet rum.” You said with a small smile looking over at Thoros. 

“As I got closer, I could smell the trees, the earth itself. Nature.” You looked over at Sandor. He bared the same scent you smelt after leaving the bloody gates. 

“As I got closer, I knew one of those dead were on you.” 

“You can smell them?” Beric asked. 

“Aye, they smell like rotten meat and steel.” You told them. 

“There were so many of them. How is this possible?” You asked them. 

You remained silent when Jon told you what you had missed. The events of his stay of Castle Black and his time Beyond the Wall, he had even gone far to show you his scars, and told you he had died when they stabbed him through the heart. He told you how he was brought back from the dead as well.  The white walkers, the wildings, and Daenerys Targaryen. He told you Samwell saw Bran and they still had hope that he was still alive. Sandor noticed you started to cry when he told you about Rickon and the Battle of the Bastard. 

“Is Arya alive?” You asked him. “There’s been no word of her.” 

“Sansa?” When you asked Jon about her well being. He became quiet and you heard a thumping sound. It seemed to echo in your head and your ears started to ring. You looked ahead at Jon, to see him nervously looking at you. 

The thumping sound seems to have duplicated. Into four different thumping, you counted. You looked over at the men, they didn’t meet your eyes. 

“What happened to Sansa?” You asked Jon softly. Jon’s eyes were dark when he looked at you. 

You heard the thumping grow louder as the words from Jon’s mouth spilled. The words of Sansa escaping with Little Finger, Sansa at the Vale, Sansa getting married to a Bolton who took over Winterfell and lastly the words you never thought would come out from your brother's mouth. 

“What?!” Was all you said and the thumping sound disappeared. 

“She was broken in.” Jon said. Sandor had looked away from Jon. When he heard the news about Little Bird, his first thought was how you were going to handle it. 

“Are you positive?” You whispered in a rough tone feeling your body grow hot. Sandor felt you move your hand away from him and started to push yourself up from the seat. 

Sandor called out for you but you ignored him. Jon rose up at the same time as you. 

“Jon, answer me.” You shouted at him. 

“Sansa said it herself.” Jon told you and you started to walk away from the table. He noticed your face was pale and he began to tell you all about the win of The Battle of Bastard and how the Stark have Winterfell back but all you could think was about Sansa.

“Y/n.” Sandor said your name when you walked to the wall of the dinning hall. He sees you untying the fur cape around your shoulder letting it drop to the ground. They can hear you starting to breathe heavily. Jon and Sandor walked away from the table telling Beric and Thoros to stay back. 

“What’s happening? Y/n. Answer me.” Jon said behind you as you placed your hands on the wall. You tried your best to answer them but you couldn’t. 

You couldn’t breathe, every time you tried to shut your eyes to calm down. You kept thinking about Sansa and Ramsey. A shock ran through up and down your spine of the thought of your sister being abused, you wanted to kill Ramsey. You wanted to kill someone for hurting your sister. 

“Y/n.” Sandor shouted your name when you began to shout as another shock ran up and down your spine. You felt Sandor grab your arm and you were quick to shove him away. You did it without a single thought. 

Jon and Sandor looked at you in disbelief. You haven’t realized but you shoved Sandor, almost knocking the 6’6 men completely off his feet. They turned their attention back to you when you turned around, your back was against the wall. 

“Get back.” You yelled at them. 

“It hurts.” Sandor frowned at your words but he obeyed and remained still on his feet. He noticed your eyes, your pupils were dilating. “We took back Winterfell, Y/n. The Bolton’s lost, the Stark has Winterfell again.” 

“And Rickon? Sansa’s innocence? Our people from home?” You questioned him with a scream. 

“We have to go on, Y/n.” Sandor grimaced as your face changed at Jon’s word. 

“Go on.” You repeat. The tears had stopped and the aching on your back disappeared. Your jaw clenched as you turned to him. 

“Is Ramsey dead?” You questioned him. When Jon didn’t respond fast enough you yelled the question again. 

“No. Sansa released his hounds on him. All they did was eat one of his legs and injured his face. They were hungry but they were still loyal to their master.” 

“Why isn’t he dead?” You asked. 

“They suspect someone is taking care of him while he’s in custody. They believe there are still people who are still allies of House Bolton. She’s been keeping him in the kennels. Hoping the cold and the loss of blood would kill him.” 

“And you just want to go on.” You said with a shrug of your shoulders. 

“What would you like us to do?” Jon asked. “We took back Winterfell.” Jon said and he walked near you. “We will deal with this.” 

“We?” You said as your eyes were wide, he saw a yellow shined to them. 

“Yes, we.” Jon answered you while he took a step back. 

“When we get home, I’m gonna find those people.” You walked closer to Jon as you spoke. “I’m going to kill them, all of them and Ramsey. I’m going to tear his throat.” 

Jon stood still as he saw you become angry. He had never seen you like this before. You weren’t the sweet and gentle sister he had known. You never cursed before, especially in front of him. You have changed completely. 

“Ok.” Jon and you looked over at Sandor. “Ok.” He repeated to you. 

Sandor walked closer to you as he gave you a nod of approval. Sandor ignored the look Jon gave him as he passed him and got closer to you. 

“He’s gonna pay for what he did to Little Bird.” Sandor told you as he offered you his hand. You took it and he got next to you. You leaned against him putting your head against his chest. Jon saw you relax the moment you got next to Sandor, he began to rub your back.  

Sandor and Jon shared a look, a mutual understanding that your anger is the key to transform. Sandor was trying to calm you down and it worked. 

“The Lannister too.” Jon wrinkled his nose at you. 

“Y/n, we can’t do this now. We are at a war. Those wights will end us if we don’t all work together. I have told you we need Cersei and her army.” 

“You think she’s gonna help you?” You asked.

 “She has too.” 

“She won’t.” You snapped back.

“We can not start another war. You will be sent to Winterfell. Sandor is coming with me back to King's Landing.” 

“Like hell he is!” You shouted. 

“There is a bounty on his head. I’m not letting you take him back to that shit city. Cersei will never let him go. I will go with you.” 

“If you go and she kidnaps you?” Sandor asked, looking down at you. 

“We need to be smart, Y/n. She won’t do anything stupid because the last living Targaryen with dragons is coming along.” 

“I’m not letting you go alone.” You said firmly looking up at him. “I will not be apart from you. I have to keep an eye on you, what if something happens?”

“Nothing is going to happen.” Sandor answered you. He didn’t let the stinging rejection feeling hit him hard when you pushed yourself away from him as you shook your head. 

“I’m going with your brother. He needs me.”

“Y/n. It’s final. You are going back to Winterfell. Beric and Thoros had offered to take you back. It will be safer.” You were about to refuse. 

“How long do you think people will know about your abilities?” Jon asked. 

“Word has spread around the Night Watch. You will be a target for many people.” 

“He’s right.” Sandor said softly. 

“Sandor.” You beg him. “You know, I can help. Please.” 

“I saw you dead, Y/n.” Sandor said. 

“Don’t make me go through that again. Please go to Winterfell, where it’s safe.” Sandor pleaded with you. 

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Sandor opened the door of your room and was met with how he left you. You haven’t moved an inch, you kept still in the brass tub near the fireplace. Locking the door behind him, he dropped the towel he brought on the table by the bed. 

“You alright?” He asked you. He let out a sigh when he was answered with silence, you were still angry. He removed his cape and draped it over the chair as he walked over to you. 

“Shoes should be ready for you tomorrow. Jon had given the measurement to the cobbler.” He grabbed a chair by the table and dragged it near the tub. He sat down on it and looked at you. You wouldn't meet his eyes. 

“You’re angry. Yell at me. Call me an ass. I don’t care but I need you to know this is best for you.” You looked over at him. 

“I thought we were together. No matter where one goes, the other follows.” You told him. 

“We are together.” Sandor said but you shook your head. 

“If we are then I need to be with you when you go to King's Landing. I should be there with you.” Sandor bites his tongue hard to not lash out. He didn’t want to lash out and create another problem. 

When he didn’t say anything, you grabbed hold on the edges of the tub and pushed yourself up. Sandor holds his hand out to help you out but you ignore it. You walked past him to the table and grabbed the towel he left.  Taking a deep breath and trying to come up with how to explain his feelings. He felt like he was back in the woods again, after finding out how jealous you were. Sandor rose up and followed you as you made your way to the bed. Sitting on the edge, you crossed your arms over your chest. 

“Y/n.” You looked down at your bare feet, the hot water helped you ease the pain on your legs. Transforming has taken a toll on you. Noticing Sandor was standing in front of you, you were to get up when he quickly knelt down, spreading your legs. Kneeling between your legs he finally managed to get your attention. 

“I wasn’t with you when you died.” His confession made you look at him. 

“I was locked up because your brother questioned my intentions with you while the maesters was looking over you. I don’t blame him. He visited me in the cells and I told him how we met and about our journey getting here. When I was finally allowed to see you again. I was walking up the stairs when I heard Jon’s screams. I got up there and- an-.” Sandor begins to falter, you touched his arms when you saw his bottom lip trembled and his eyes welled up in tears. 

“You were dead. Cold and stiff. Fuck, Y/n. Never again, Y/n. I can’t go through that.” Sandor exclaimed to you. 

“I need you to go to Winterfell. Go there, see Sansa and be safe. By the time I get there, the wights would be close. We need to prepare Winterfell and its people to battle.” 

Something about seeing Sandor cry hurt you more than the blade digging into your palm and your bones cracking as you transform. Seeing this strong willed man break down over your death was so hard for you to see because you didn’t want to see him suffer. You loved him and you didn’t want him to feel that way again. 

So you nodded at him. “Ok.” You whispered, wiping the tears off his face softly, cupping his face with your hands. He let out a sigh of relief, you were going back home and you were going to safe there. 

“I’m sorry for being angry.” He shook his head at your apology. 

“No need for that. I would have gone with you but I gave my word to your brother that I would go with him.” Sandor was a man of his words, you knew that and you felt shame for thinking he wouldn’t keep his promise to your brother. 

“Little Bird needs you. More than ever now.” Sandor said as you dropped your hands on his shoulders. 

“I know.” You told him. “You’re right. It would be best if I go to Winterfell. I just- I just.” You let out a sigh and shrug your shoulders. 

“I feel like I’m going crazy, Sandor. I’m so tired.” Sandor’s eyes soften. 

“Everything hurts. Rickon is dead. Bran and Arya are probably dead too. No one was there to help Sansa and Jon bend the knee to help us with the war of the dead. I’m this creature who killed those men.” 

“Y/n. I must tell you something.” Sandor told you nervously. 

“Tell me what?” You asked him. “I’m the reason why you are this way.” 

“What?” You asked him and Sandor was about to get up and when you grabbed him by the shoulders. 

“You died. I didn’t know what to do.” You held on to his coat. 

“Thoros couldn’t bring you back and the red priestess but she told me there was another way. A life for life.” Your eyes grew wide as Sandor explained to you as he began to touch your stomach. 

“You were with a child and it was the only way to get you back but I didn’t know you were going to turn into a creature. I swear it.” 

You placed a hand over his, he was being sincere. You can see it on his face. Beric and Thoros had spoken to you as Jon and Sandor grabbed the tub for you. They had mentioned that Sandor was on edge. They all were with this coming war, with everything that had happened. 

“I couldn’t lose you, Y/n.” You leaned down to hug Sandor tightly. Your face between his neck and shoulder. He pressed his face against your wet skin, not caring if he was getting wet. 

“I’m sorry.” You hear him mumbling to you as he holds you. 

After getting dried both of you laid on the bed, you were under the blankets while he laid on top of it. Facing each other, no words were spoken, you patted the empty space next to you and he joined you after taking his boots off and coat off.  

“I’m alive because of you.” You were the first to speak. You were the first to touch him, you touched his hand that was resting on his stomach. 

“Because of me you are this.” He said. You squeeze his hand softly. 

“Are you afraid of me?” You asked him. He shook his head. 

“Never.” 

You leaned over him immediately, kissing him. Sandor was pushed on to his back when you leaned on top of him pressing your lips against his. His hand cupped your face, pulling you closer to him as he gripped the blanket over your body. 

“I’m alive because of you, Sandor Clegane and because of our child.” You said after pulling away from his lips. Laying your head on his chest, you felt his hands on your bare back. You didn’t let Sandor see the tears roll down your face, the thought of him in pain. The thought of your unborn child dying. 

Soon after Sandor laid behind you under the covers. He had gotten up to remove his clothes, before laying back behind you. His arms wrapped around you as you faced the fireplace. One hand under the pillow beneath your head and the other holding Sandor’s hand that rested on your stomach. You kept staring at the fire, thinking about your baby. You thought you weren't pregnant during your trip to Castle Black. You thought it was stress, lack of sleep but you were wrong. Your eyes widened when you thought about your mother. 

“Sandor.” You whispered his name. You heard a sleepy hum from him. 

“I think I know why I was sick.” You heard a faint, why behind you. 

“I remember my mother told me she became very ill when she was pregnant with me. It had to be because I was with a child and without any proper medicine or rest. I just collapsed.” Sandor tense up behind you. 

“I’m sorry.” You heard Sandor say in a quavering voice making you tug on his arm tighten so he was closer to you. His front completely pressed against your back. He held you as your body shook while crying. Both of you were mourning over the loss of your child. Mourning what could have been if you survived and had the baby. 

Sandor doesn’t remember when he fell asleep but when he woke up. He felt like someone had kicked him in the head. He was sleeping on his stomach, with his head smush against the pillow. The wood was still crackling and he had the blankets on him. Sandor didn’t want to get up, he only did when he noticed he was alone in bed. 

He was about to call out your name when he stopped at the sight of you. You were sitting on one of the wooden chairs in the room facing the door. You had your arm resting on the table with the ax in your hand. You turned around when you heard Sandor call out for you. 

“What are you doing?” He saw you get up from the chair, you were wearing his tunic shirt. 

“Taking watch.” You told him and he let out a small frown. 

“Door is locked and there’s a watcher outside. No one is coming. Come.” Sandor moves the blanket for you to come lay back down with him. You looked troubled and it worried him. He waved at you to come back to bed. You looked back at the door and quickly went over to check the locks. 

Satisfy that they were lock tight, you went to bed. Sandor casts one last look at the ax on the table when you settle into bed. He looked at the door then the ax again. He kept thinking about how he woke up in the shack and saw you sleeping on the ground near the door with a knife in your hand. You were keeping guard and the words you told him in the courtyard kept running around in his head. 

 He was spooning you once more, holding you tight against him. Sandor was a southern man, he wasn’t used to the cold, especially this up in the North. Sandor realized as he drifted back to sleep that you were practically radiating with heat. This was new to him, he was always the one burning hot and keeping you warm. He made a note of all the things he noticed since you woke up. You were stronger now, your body heat was high, and your anger was getting to the point that you won't be able to control it. 

The warmth was cut short when both of you had to get up to break fast. Afterwards, Sandor had to get ready to go with Jon to King’s Landing. Sandor was finishing with the straps on Stranger when he saw you walking towards him. He grins when Stranger lets out a neigh at the sight of you. 

“Good boy.” He heard you whisper to Stranger as you patted its head. 

Sandor noticed you walking closer to him, you had reached out your hand. “In case you get hungry.” 

“Thank you.” Sandor tells you as he unwraps the bundle of cloth to see jerky. He placed it inside the bag strapped to Stranger. 

Sandor looks back at you to see you standing by with your arms crossed over your chest, with your own dark fur cape wrapped around you. He can see the new shoes on your feet. You wouldn’t look at him. Sandor heard Jon alerting the others to hurry along behind him, the gates were opening.

“Stay close with Thoros and Beric. You hear me.” Sandor tells you as he walks near you. He looks ahead and realizes why you wouldn't meet his eyes. There were a few members of the Night Watch standing by the sidelines staring at both of you. His eyes landed on an older man who had a black eye and busted bottom lip. He gives Sandor a scowl look and Sandor remembers the old man's words for mercy when he finished killing his brothers and started to beat him. 

“They think I'm going to kill you.” You tell him. Sandor looks away from the old man and looks back at you as he shakes his head. He knew if he didn't tell you sooner that you would find out eventually. Hopefully you won't be too upset, he thought to himself. 

“Bunch of idiots.” Sandor lets out a swear under his breath.  

“Goodbye.” You tell him. Sandor doesn't move at all, you frowned at him and he grabbed your arm pulling you next to him. 

“No farewell kiss?” The light pink blush on your cheeks disappeared when you looked around at the men again. 

“They will call you names for kissing me. For kissing a monster.” Sandor let out a chuckle. He had seen real monsters before the ones Beyond the Wall, the ones who hurt the innocent and the one he calls brother but you weren't one.  

“I've been called so many names. Another name isn't going to hurt me. What will hurt me is if I don't get a farewell kiss.” You gave Sandor a smile. 

Jon looked away when he saw Sandor kissing you. He let out a small smile when he looked over at Ser Davos who had his own smile. 

“They care deeply for each other.” Jon nodded at Ser Davos.

 “Aye.” Jon answered him as he got off his horse to say his farewell to you when one of the stable boys was walking out with Ghost. 

“I’ll see you soon.” Sandor’s words felt heavy on your chest. Both of you will be apart once more. You knew you were going to tear up again, so you walked away from him. 

“Ghost!” You heard Jon yelling, looking ahead you let out a smile when you saw the albino dire wolf running towards you. Kneeling down, the wolf began to lick your face. Patting its fur, you giggled loudly when he licked your ear. 

“Ghost, relax.” Jon said, making his way to you both. 

“I'm happy to see you too.” You told the wolf while scratching behind its ear. 

“Would you do me a favor?” Jon asked, you looked up at him and nodded. 

“Take him back to Winterfell for me. He should spend time with his original owner.” 

“I will. Be careful, your grace.” Jon chuckled at you as you got up. After the dining hall, Jon and you spoke privately. Jon cried in your arms when you told that father would have been proud of him. You told him you were so proud of the man he had become. King of North, Lord Commander, and friend of the Freefolk. 

“I’ll see you home, sister.”  He pulled you into a hug, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. 

“Home.” You repeated. You long to be home. Jon repeated it as well with a nod. He too missed home. Pulling away, Jon said goodbye to Ghost. 

“Safe travels, Lady Y/n.” Looking over your shoulder you saw Daenerys Targaryen riding towards you. 

“I look forward to speaking with you at Winterfell.” You nodded at her. 

Beric and Thoros came towards you with their own horses. “Ready?” 

“Aye.” You answered them as Jon and the rest of them started to depart. While they left Thoros made sure your horse was ready to be straddled and Beric did a final check on their supplies. You tied your cape tightly and made sure your knife was still attached to the belt you wore. Sandor has given you your weapons back before leaving. Thoros had looped the ax in the sack on your horse.

“Pardon me, M’Lady.” You were about to get up on the staddle when you heard a small child behind you.  The child was a wilding, you can tell from his clothing. You noticed a group of wildings standing behind the child. 

“Yes?” You asked, looking at the brown haired child who had rosy cheeks. 

“I wish to say safe travels to the Goddess of The Wolf. “ You had a bewildered look on your face when all of sudden the Wildings stepped into a line in front of you. One by one they all bent down to touch your feet and wished you safe travels. Thoros and Beric were amused by it. 

You were going to stop them but didn’t when you saw the face of the last person in line. It was Jon’s friend, Tormund. Jon had introduced you to him and the rest of the men who stood behind Jon. The red head wasn't afraid of you at all. You were nervous that Jon’s friends would come to hate you for what you did but they weren’t. Tormund had told people back in the East Watch about what happened Beyond the Wall. He didn't left any details out when he told everyone about your fight with the dead polar bear.

He gave you a genuine smile when it was his turn. He knelt down on one knee and pressed the tip of his fingers on your feet. “Safe travels, M’Lady.” 

“Thank you.” You told him, looking behind him. You noticed the Wildlings were waiting for something but you were unsure what to do so you bowed your head at them and they did the same. 

Beric had come down from his horse when they were done and helped you up. Thoros rode next to you as you settled on. Looking behind you, the Wildings were still watching you. You waved at the little boy, he let out a wide toothy smile and waves back, flailing his hand at you. 

“Let’s get you home.” Beric told you as the three of you rode out of the gates of the East Watch. 

Home, you smiled at the word. You were finally going back home where you belong. You couldn't wait to see it, to see Sansa and see the people again. Your mind drifted back into what Jon told you about Ramsay Bolton, you tightened the rein in your hands as you thought about that bastard. You were going to do exactly what you told Jon in the dining hall. 

Beric and Thoros were talking when they noticed you became quiet. They gave each other a concerned look when they saw a smirk on your face and your eyes had a bit of yellow shine to it. 

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