Selfish // Sandor Clegane

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐋𝐕𝐈

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𝐌𝐄, 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍 stood in the Godswood. "I wish Jon were here" Sansa confessed. And Arya, I would add.

"Yes" Bran agreed "I need to speak to him"

"You're father's last living true born son. You're Lord of Winterfell now" She states

"I can never be Lord of Winterfell. I can never be lord of anything" Bran's answer confused both of us "I'm the Three Eyed-Raven"

"I don't know what that means"

"It's difficult to explain"

"Try, please. For us"

"It means I can see everything. Everything that's ever happened ti everyone. Everything that's happening right now. It's all pieces now, fragments. I need to learn to see better. When the Long Night comes again, I need to be ready"

"How do you know all this?"

"The Three Eyed-Raven taught me"

"I thought you were the Three Eyed-Raven"

"There was another Three Eyed-Raven before you?" I ask, trying to put it a bit together, at least. Bran nods.

"I'm sorry for all that's happened to you" He looked straight at Sansa "I'm sorry it had to happen here, in our home." he recalls

"Bran" I warn, not wanting Sansa to be reminded of all the awful things that happened because of that cunt, Ramsay Bolton, but it didn't stop him

"It was so beautiful that night. Snow falling, just like now. And you were so beautiful...in your white wedding dress"

"I have to go back inside, Bran" she rose, the tint of fear being spotted in her eyes.

"I'll stay a bit longer."

"Can I stay too?" I ask Bran. It was wrong for him to tell Sansa that, but I wanted to know what happened to him after Theon and the Ironborn took Winterfell.

"You can" He responded, over the sound of Sansa's steps over the snow

"I saw you with him" It looked like Bran wanted to dig deep in both of us and salt our wounds "You were so happy...both of you"

"You're not my little Bran, anymore" I stare down, sighing

"No." His response was cold and it was like he did not care at all. He reminded me of myself before.

"But you have another now. And you will live happily with him and your betrothed"

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𝐈 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 with Bran in the Godswood after that. Everything he said was cold and emotionless, but it was true. A comforting thing to know after spending years in the Capital.

When me and my son finished our time with Stranger we would always check Bran next to the Weirwood.

I forced myself not to think about what he said to me the day he returned. Yes, I will live happily with my son, however there will be no betrothed. I refuse to merry someone else after Sandor and I doubt someone would actually take me with a child attached to my hip. He said he could see the past, not the future, the voice in my head puts an end to my worries.

The moment I'm ready to rise and leave Bran in his own thoughts we hear people approaching. I turn around to face Sansa and someone I didn't see for a long time. I smile at Arya, who's quick to approach me and pull me into a hug.

"It's his" she recognises the boy in my arms quickly. I nod and she embraces me again, both of us smiling at little Bran.

"You came home" Our gazes shift to Bran. Arya steps closer and hugs him too, act he returned. "I saw you at the crossroads"

"You saw me?" Arya asks surprised, not knowing about Bran's 'abilities'.

"I see quite a lot now"

"Bran has...visions" Sansa tries to explain, even though she's not sure herself how Bran sees those things.

"I thought you might go to King's Landing"

"So did I"

"Why would you go back there?"

"Because Cersei's on her little list" I remember

"Are you having visions too?" Sansa asks panicked at my knowledge

"She had for a quite long period of time" I reveal

"Who else is on your list?"

"Most of them are already dead"

"And yet I could recite it in my sleep for how many time I heard you say those names" I state, remembering every damn person from her list

Our gaze is again given to Bran at the hearing of him pulling out a dagger "Where did you get this?" Arya questions

"Littlefinger gave it to me"

"Littlefinger? He's here?"

"He has declared for House Stark. Why would he gave you a dagger?"

"He thought I'd want it"

"Why?"

"Because it was meant to kill me"

"The cutthroat... after your fall"

"Why would a cutthroat have a Valyrian steel dagger"

"Someone very wealthy wanted me dead?"

"He's not a generous man. He wouldn't give you anything unless he was thinking he was getting something back"

"It doesn't matter"

"What do you mean it doesn't matter?"

"I don't want it" he hands the dagger to Arya

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