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𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐉𝐎𝐍 was back and him, Sansa and Daenerys will take care of Winterfell, I spend more time in my room with Bran instead of letting a midwife with him. My son needs me more than Jon needs my advice.Somehow, he fell asleep in his crib for the first time. Plenty of time goes while staring at my sleeping seven months old son. Out of a sudden, my door opens to reveal first Ryne, then someone I thought is a ghost. Sandor came back to me.
I waste no time and run in his embrace. The tears forming into eyes are starting to wet his cloak. He gets my head up from his chest and pulls me in for a long lasting kiss.
"I promised I'll marry, you didn't I?" he breaths out after the kiss ended
I could only smile and realise what Bran actually meant. He couldn't see if I'll get betrothed to anyone in the future, but he could see that Sandor proposed to me and he was still alive. Why didn't he tell me?
"How?" I whisper
"A man, Brother Ray. He healed me and I helped him build his sept. Until some cunts of the Brotherhood came and killed the whole of them. Then I ended up with Beric, Thoros and the othr bastards beyond the Wall. And your brother - the fucker ignored me when I asked him about you." he explains
I nod at him. As he feels our silence, Bran wakes up, beginning to make his usual noises. Sandor's gaze travels to the crib, in which Bran stared at the celling.
"He's-"
"Bran. I heard you talking with the Dragon Queen" he interrupts me, approaching the crib
"He's been legalised as a Stark. The heir to Winterfell. I understand if you want him to bear your na-"
"He's perfect like that" Sandor clarifies, a smile appearing on his face, yet not daring to touch the babe that's been introduced as his son."Do you want to hold him?" I ask, getting Bran out in my arms.
"I-" He starts, but ditches whatever he wanted to say and holds his hands out for Bran, as I show him how to hold the boy. Bran watches the new face in usual curiosity and after he's made himself comfortable with it he grabs his now, longer beard. Both, my and Sandor's smiles widen at the action.
Ryne lays down at our feet, staring happily at us. "She led me her the moment she finished sniffing me when I entered through the gate" Sandor moved his gaze from Bran to Ryne. Bran tugs his beard again wanting the man's attention back on him, not on the wolf.
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𝐖𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐃 to hurry up with the wedding, not knowing how much we have left to live with the Army of the Dead marching South, towards Winterfell.
I asked Sansa three times I believe, if she's fine with attending the wedding and watching over dear Bran. I did not want to bring her pain on my wedding day with memories.
Her answers were always positive and I hope honest.So a couple of days later I find myself holding on Jon's hand, approaching Sandor, who stood anxiously near Daenerys, whom I asked to wed us and gladly accepted.
On the first row, closest to Daenerys and Sandor, I smile at my son and sister together."Who comes before the Old Gods this night?"
"Danya of House Stark comes here to be wed. Who comes to claim her?" I could only stare at my future husband as Jon spoke
"Sandor of House Clegane" Sandor announced just like I explained to him the Northern weddings "Who gives her?"
"Jon Snow"
"Lady Danya, will you take this man?" Upon my face, a smile appeared and I walked forth to Sandor "I take this man"
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 were held immediately after we were wed. People came to congratulate us and so did Sansa and Bran. The moment Bran saw me he began fighting in my sister's hands to be given to his mother.
He stopped when Sandor held out his hands to take his son from Sansa. Now, the man can I can lawfully call husband placed the babe on his lap, as he kept playing with his father's hand.
"Lady Clegane!" A booming voice roared happily. My gaze shifts to a drinking Tormund in front of our table "When he threatened me to stay away when he claimed you as his I didn't believe him, the fucker!" He laughed, his gaze moving to Sandor, who looked like he would rise and smash the Wildling's head against the table if he did not have his beloved son in his arms.
We left Sansa to babysit Bran again and luckily she didn't complain and took him, letting us enjoy ourselves. Sandor had me bare before we entered the chamber we shared now properly. In our first private kiss today I start removing his clothing too. He quickly got me in the bed but paused for a moment and kept watching my naked figure
"Already getting too old for it?" I ask smirking, getting to bored of his staring
He snorted "For you? Never" He leaned to kiss my thigh
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Selfish // Sandor Clegane
Fanfiction"Because I am not beautiful Sansa or wild Arya, I am Danya, Sandor, just Danya." #2 in asongoficeandfire 7/26/2023 #1 in sandor 9/5/2023 #3 in clegane 7/9/2023 #1 in thehound 8/5/2023 #2 in aryastark 9/20/2023 #2 in nedstark 12/05/2023