Sansa didn't know what love was. As close as her family was they had always had their secrets. Her mother wasn't betrothed to her father and Jon Snow was her fathers bastard, Theon Greyjoy a captive.
Listening to Sandors breath she felt safe, enveloped in a warmth she couldn't recall feeling, not with her mother or Old Nan. She thought of the war, winter and desperately tried to imagine a life away from it all. Away from that bitch Cersi and pig Joffrey. She desperately tried to think of plan. Placing her ear against Sandor's heart she imagined not being able to hear it any longer and wept. There was nowhere to hide.
Sandor spoke in hushed tones, "Are you hurting?"
Sansa raised her head to look at him. "What are we going to do, everyone knows you and they are looking for me." Panic gripped her.
"I know a bit of farming." Sansa laughed before collapsing on his chest in tears. She couldn't imagine a happy ending as much as she wanted it.
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The First Snow
FanfictionSansa no longer wanted to be a princess, nor did she want a title or fancy dresses. The only thing she wanted was to escape Kings Landing and she bitterly regretted not leaving with The Hound. Her life was is the hands of an impotent boy King and...
