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ONLY SANDOR

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This blog is dedicated to our favourite non-knight Sandor Clegane and to ASoIaF book series. It also contains a potpourry of assorted things I like. By the way,Reylo has become my new obsession in no time.They are amazing.
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Volevo iniziare col dire che la tua arte è stupenda e adoro come disegni i personaggi di asoiaf 😍

E sono curiosa di vedere Sandor Clegane nel tuo stile, magari con Sansa vicino, non deve essere una ship art capisco che non è per tutti! spero di verderli nel tuo stile, nessuna pressione e grazie per la tua bellissima arte 🫶❤️

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Grazie mille <3 Ho deciso di fare AGOT - Sansa II, la scena in cui Sandor riaccompagna Sansa alla Fortezza. Spero ti piaccia!

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Sandor Clegane unfastened his cloak and tossed it at her. Sansa clutched it against her chest, fists bunched hard in the white wool. The coarse weave was  s c r a t c h y  against her skin, but no velvet had ever felt so fine
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She stayed outside for a long time. When at last she sought her own bed, wet and chilled, only the dim glow of a peat fire lit the darkened hall. There was no sound from above. The young singer sat in a corner, playing a slow song to himself. One of her aunt’s maids was kissing a knight in Lord Petyr’s chair, their hands busy beneath each other’s clothing. Several men had drunk themselves to sleep, and one was in the privy, being noisily sick. 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.

A Storm of Swords, George R. R. Martin

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She stayed outside for a long time. When at last she sought her own bed, wet and chilled, only the dim glow of a peat fire lit the darkened hall. There was no sound from above. The young singer sat in a corner, playing a slow song to himself. One of her aunt’s maids was kissing a knight in Lord Petyr’s chair, their hands busy beneath each other’s clothing. Several men had drunk themselves to sleep, and one was in the privy, being noisily sick. 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.

A Storm of Swords, George R. R. Martin

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“When you’re old enough, I will make you a match with a high lord who’s worthy of you, someone brave and gentle and strong.” – Eddard Stark, Sansa III, AGoT

+ Sandor through Sansa’s POV chapters

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