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As the boys lips touched her own she found herself thinking of another kiss. She could still remember how it felt, when his cruel mouth pressed down on her own. He had come to Sansa in the darkness as green fire filled the sky. He took a song and a kiss, and left me nothing but a bloody cloak. It made no matter. That day was done, and so was Sansa. ~ Sansa Stark, AFFC
And if I have to slaughter to keep the world safe for you, to keep your guard down and not having to look over your shoulder every single time you can, that is what I will do. I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe.
"I am no ser," the Hound replied, but he took the victory, and the champion's purse, and, for perhaps the first time in his life, the love of the commons. They cheered him as he left the lists to return to his pavilion.
"What do you think a knight is for, girl? You think it's all taking favors from ladies and looking fine in gold plate? Knights are for killing."
She was not sure who as of yet, but she knew she would find someone... Alayne I, The Winds of Winter
"I stood there in my white cloak and let them beat her."
“I don’t want you to save me. I want you to stand by my side as I save myself.”
A dog can smell a lie, you know, the Hound had told her once. She could almost hear the rough rasp of his voice. Look around you, and take a good whiff. They're all liars here, and every one better than you. She wondered what had become of Sandor Clegane. Did he know that they'd killed Joffrey? Would he care? He had been the prince's sworn shield for years.
She stayed outside for a long time. When at last she sought her own bed, wet and chilled, Sansa found Bryen's old blind dog in her little alcove beneath the steps and lay down next to him. He woke and licked her face. "You sad old hound," she said, ruffling his fur.
The silence went on and on, so long that she began to grow afraid once more, but she was afraid for him now, not for herself. She found his massive shoulder with her hand. "He was no true knight," she whispered to him.
The Hound threw back his head and roared. Sansa stumbled back, away from him, but he caught her arm. "No," he growled at her, "no, little bird, he was no true knight."
“He is no true knight but he saved me all the same, she prayed to the Mother. Save him if you can, and gentle the rage inside of him.”
Hello love,
I’m feeling very romantic dooo you have any soulmate au fic recommendations (preferably on ao3)
Thank you so much for your service 🫡🫡
