Sansa Stark fanart because why not, she’s one of my fav characters…uhh… watch GRRM kill off her character after this TT_TT But OMG srsly winter is here guys!
Ser Loras Tyrell presents a rose to Sansa Stark, by Jonathan Burton, for The Folio Society’s illustrated collector’s edition of A Game of Thrones
Ser Loras was the youngest son of Mace Tyrell, the Lord of Highgarden and Warden of the South. At sixteen, he was the youngest rider on the field, yet he had unhorsed three knights of the Kingsguard that morning in his first three jousts. Sansa had never seen anyone so beautiful. His plate was intricately fashioned and enameled as a bouquet of a thousand different flowers, and his snow-white stallion was draped in a blanket of red and white roses. After each victory, Ser Loras would remove his helm and ride slowly round the fence, and finally pluck a single white rose from the blanket and toss it to some fair maiden in the crowd. His last match of the day was against the younger Royce. Ser Robar’s ancestral runes proved small protection as Ser Loras split his shield and drove him from his saddle to crash with an awful clangor in the dirt. Robar lay moaning as the victor made his circuit of the field. Finally they called for a litter and carried him off to his tent, dazed and unmoving. Sansa never saw it. Her eyes were only for Ser Loras. When the white horse stopped in front of her, she thought her heart would burst. To the other maidens he had given white roses, but the one he plucked for her was red. “Sweet lady,” he said, “no victory is half so beautiful as you.” Sansa took the flower timidly, struck dumb by his gallantry. His hair was a mass of lazy brown curls, his eyes like liquid gold. She inhaled the sweet fragrance of the rose and sat clutching it long after Ser Loras had ridden off. When Sansa finally looked up, a man was standing over her, staring. He was short, with a pointed beard and a silver streak in his hair, almost as old as her father. “You must be one of her daughters,” he said to her. He had grey-green eyes that did not smile when his mouth did. “You have the Tully look.” –A Game of Thrones, Sansa II
George R.R. Martin’s A Clash of Kings (Vol.2) #1
SanSan time! So in ASOIAF we get the Hand’s Tourney scene with Sansa & Sandor, and the whole “he was no true knight” moment. It seems like Sandor is still thinking she’s just a “little bird” here - but later, her father as Hand attaints Gregor, stripping him of his titles for his violent crimes. How do you think this makes Sandor feel about Sansa & his perceived seriousness of her moral ideals, considering his trauma re: Gregor being anointed and his other crimes covered up by everyone but Ned?
I don’t think Sandor was ready at the time to draw any positive conclusions between Sansa and her father, because his cynicism always gets in the way of that. While her compassion made him take notice, he doesn’t regard her beliefs as a good thing. To him, they are still woefully naive and a weakness that will only lead to being victimized by the strong and cruel. If Sansa is so ill-prepared for the brutality and bleakness of reality, well, he would point a very judgemental finger at her parents for that. This is not to say Sandor wasn’t quietly making observations about Ned, because I do think a few books in we see subtle indications that Ned’s character and decision to bring Gregor to justice perhaps did make an impression after all. And I think it’s his experience with Sansa that causes him to have a more charitable conception of Ned in hindsight rather than Ned influencing his view of Sansa.
It’s just that Sandor requires a lot of evidence over time before he will consider altering his opinions. He sees exactly what he expects to see, so his point of view is always validated. It takes more than just Sansa saying “he was no true knight,” as groundbreaking as that moment was. It’s precisely that fact that makes him want to work harder at trying to find the cracks in Sansa’s idealism to prove that it can’t be real. It’s only until the conclusion of the Blackwater scene that Sandor can finally accept that she is sincere in her beliefs by treating him with compassion when he least deserved it. To him, Sansa is such an anomaly that the idea of anyone else being that authentic and principled is an even bigger stretch of the imagination than she is.
And what experience does Sandor have with fathers doing right by their children? None. His own father covered up Gregor’s vicious attack and made him uphold the lie. Then he’s a witness to Tywin and Robert Baratheon’s parenting. Sandor always initially gives his life experiences more weight than any counterevidence he saw from Ned or Sansa.
We are given a glimpse of Sandor’s reaction upon hearing the news that Beric Dondarrion was sent by Ned to put down Gregor Clegane through Littlefinger:
Robert was in a fury [over the loss of the white hart], until he heard talk of some monstrous boar deeper in the forest. Then nothing would do but he must have it. Prince Joffrey returned this morning, with the Royces, Ser Balon Swann, and some twenty others of the party. The rest are still with the king.“
“The Hound?” Ned asked, frowning. Of all the Lannister party, Sandor Clegane was the one who concerned him the most, now that Ser Jaime had fled the city to join his father.
“Oh, returned with Joffrey, and went straight to the queen.” Littlefinger smiled. “I would have given a hundred silver stags to have been a roach in the rushes when he learned that Lord Beric was off to behead his brother.”
“Even a blind man could see the Hound loathed his brother.”
“Ah, but Gregor was his to loathe, not yours to kill. Once Dondarrion lops the summit off our Mountain, the Clegane lands and incomes will pass to Sandor, but I wouldn’t hold my water waiting for his thanks, not that one… “ – Eddard XII AGOT
Granted Littlefinger is framing this information in a certain light to pique Ned’s paranoia as he’s been doing throughout their interactions. Ned just tipped his hand as to who he’s worried about and Littlefinger ran with it, making it seem like Ned just crossed Sandor personally. Early on, Sandor is still invested in the idea that killing his brother is the only way to end the pain of his trauma. Not that I think that he genuinely wants to be a kinslayer, but keeping the revenge fantasy alive is a coping mechanism that Sandor doesn’t want to be taken from him. I have no doubt that Sandor did go to Cersei immediately to discuss the situation, but there’s a lot more going on here. This is going to be a long recap and a good deal of rambling. You have been forewarned.
Honestly the Starks are so s o f t in the first book I just want to die.
Arya picking flowers for Ned? Soft.
Jon missing Arya and twirling Tyrion in the air when he hears Bran has woken up? Soft.
Sansa believing in fairy tales and getting excited over tourneys? Soft.
Robb tucking Bran into bed and telling him they’ll go on an adventure to surprise Jon at the Wall? Soft.
Ned and Catelyn embracing and kissing so passionately Littlefinger offers them a room? Soft.
Baby Rickon running around yelling “Home, Shaggy, home”? S O F T.
All that Daenerys wanted back was the big house with the red door, the lemon tree outside her window, the childhood she had never known.
- A Game of Thrones: Daenerys I
In other news, The Lord of The Rings is still the best high fantasy series and franchise of all time and Peter Jackson is still the best high fantasy screenwriter & director of this generation and I hope D&D die mad about it.
Men sansan shippers
We are hundreds of female sansan shippers out here, it is known. But speaking to @azraelgfg made me wonder. How many sansan men shippers do we have in our fandom? Is @azraelgfg the only one? If you are a man and ship sansan, please rebog and leave a comment telling us why you love sansan. Anyone else – meaning women – please just reblog without comment so that the post spreads. I’d be very curious to know how many men are into this ship and why.
well here i am^^.
so why do i ship Sansan?
I love Sansa. she is my favorite character in the whole universe of ASOIAF/GoT. i had so many of her charcter traits when i was at her age, so i can understand why she acted like she acted.
Sandor is my second favorite i would say. i started to like him, bc he doesnt give a fuck about trying to pretend to be something he isnt. he doesnt open up easily to people(similar to me), but still tries to do the right thing.
i ship them together, bc i guess they way sandor started to care about sansa is similar to me. i guess he felt the inner urge to protect her at all cost and i feel the same, every time i think about her.
i like them together, bc he is probably the only man in Sansas surroundings that doesnt intent to use her for her name and the claim that comes with it, but for her as person and i dont think he could and would ever hurt her( i think he was disgusted by the way he behaved during the unkiss scene and thas why he was caught by the bwob, bc he tried to drown this regret of his behavior in sour red)
i love Sansa and i love them together.
AND i proudly yell. I SHIP SANSAN!
I ship Sansan both on my own and because of the really great fan community.
For me Sansan comes from the position of Sansa. She is a character that I really enjoy because she is like me someone faced abuse during their formative years and had to hide herself and construct her own world view in the thick of it.
When everything you are told is wrong and you can tell it’s mean to disenfranchise you you find your own guidance. Sandor is a figure of harsh honesty over gilded lies. He lies to himself and acts harsher than me really is but he presents realities as he knows them and universal truths. He is a tender soul that has been sand papered until rough trying save another tender soul. A victim trying to lessen the harm to another victim.
That did not have to be romantic to be poignant and relevant but what I realized as I read the blackwater scene is that this relationship is romantic as an entreaty. Sandor had no other way to reach out to Sansa and admire her for he she was and what she meant. He was reaching to have a galvanized connection and as a way of acknowledging meaning and emotional attachment. This was a question and the romance came from her ability to say no. Sansa does not have that option at any other point. So in all these unemotional relationships where no connection is made despite in some cases there being the potential she has to say yes and there is nothing there. Having an attachment, a connection, a kinship across many levels and the time of there relationship and facing a drunk bloody giant man Sansa had every reason to convince herself to go and every reason not to say no yet she had the freedom to. That freedom makes a real relationship.
The Unkiss is to me is the choice not to be together remember as an expression of love. That the physical affection that wasn’t forced is still felt and even contextualized as the correct version of events. By correct version I don’t mean that Sandor should have kissed Sansa but that a reverse time paradox of emotion happened where by not forcing the relationship it became acceptable for the relationship to have been subject to force. Saying no allowed her the power in the relationship to have if she’d had the knowledge and perhaps in the future say yes.
Tyrion, Littlefinger, and Harry could all share in aspects of identity of the girl they are seeing before them, they all have had at certain points been her exactly, but only Sandor looks past the girl and what she means and identifies with who she actually is.
Guy here. The lad above couldn’t have worded it any better.
Thanks!
Personally I think that Sansan resonants across the aisle but that it can be hard to openly ship when some people treat it as a violent underage assault relationship that we approve of because we condone rape. I feel like less and less lately but still you get people who don’t understand the relationship and even so assume that you’re into the wrong portions of it exclusively and without considering the other parts to it.
I go into any discussion like that knowing that I’m prejudged and likely to get shouted down or treated like a harasser for defending my view or self. It must certainly turn some people off being open about liking the relationship or possible make them swear off it to avoid the flack.
Honestly, people who get angry about Sansan probably need to just not read ASOIAF at all. It’s clearly not the book for them. I have read tons of character analysis essays dealing with Sandor and Sansa by people who would never in a million years call themselves “shippers.” They are strict literary analysis nerds. All of the ones I have ever read acknowledged that George has not only set of a relationship between Sandor and Sansa, it is different and special than any other that she has in the book. They fully acknowledge the foreshadowing, symbolism, personality dynamics, problematic elements, as well very carefully crafted traditional romantic elements that actually avoid the issue going too far too fast. Most of the time I see are people trying to justify their non-canon ship as “better” or they just plain don’t like age gaps even when they’re adult ones. Okay, that’s cool, ship what you want. I’m never going to harass anyone about their ships. But if Sansan bothers someone to the point they need to harass another person and call them a pedophile apologist or rape apologist, again… maybe George’s work isn’t for you. Sansan is 100% canon, so their issue is really with the author if they’re that bent out of shape. The vast majority of fans ship Sansan in the future when she’s older and has more agency.
Let’s keep in mind too this is also a world where it’s completely acceptable for adults to teach children at a young age to use lethal violence. Totally normal part of a 7 year old’s education is to watch their father (one of our beloved good guys) behead someone. Not just acceptable, it’s praiseworthy and the right way to raise a boy. If I call Ned Stark a good father, am I a child-abuse apologist? Because by real world standards, making your 7 year old watch you cut someone’s head off would be beyond fucked up and traumatic. If I can accept that this is a different world with different standards of what is “right” for boys without completely rejecting the book, I’m can accept it’s also somewhat normal in this world for girls to be marriagable in early puberty. I can totally criticize the problematic elements of both, but also understanding it’s fictional and art is exactly the safest place to explore all kinds of themes without actual harm being done to real people.
I totally support our male Sansan shippers. You guys are awesome. Keep that awesome canon shit up! The females in the community got your back!
I’m a guy and SanSan is one of my favorite ships period.
First off, the context. Sansa wasn’t my favorite character in A Game of Thrones. At all. I thought she was whiny, prissy, had her head shoved way too far in the clouds and why couldn’t she see what an awful person Joffrey was (I regret a good chunk of my 15-year old self’s reading opinions.) That being said, I can tell you the exact moment my opinion on Sansa changed for the better:
The rasping voice trailed off. He squatted silently before her, a hulking black shape shrouded in the night, hidden from her eyes. Sansa could hear his ragged breathing. She was sad for him, she realized. Somehow, the fear had gone away.
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.”
A character I presumed would look down or try to dismiss this incident because all knights are true so it must be Sandor’s fault… actually comforted this burn victim. Validated his pain and told him that his abuser was wrong. You will not believe how many points she earned with me for her good heart here and Sandor was connected to that, who became very interesting with his backstory.
So these two were super-charged connected in my mind from an existential standpoint from that confession scene (though I love them independently, it’s like having two cakes with them together). Why do I ship it though?
Well, first off, because it is a bit freaky. It’s Beauty and the Beast, but it’s a rather messed-up dynamic, more frightening because the Beast does do some legitimately beastly things like threaten to kill the Beauty if she tells anyone of his confession (which I maintain was an empty threat because Sandor is not stupid, but I understand the concerns in protective Sansa fans with Sandor.)
He also does stuff like snap at her, snarl his cardboard nihilism at her to get her to “grow up” and hold a knife to her while trying to take a song from her. Sandor’s behavior can be downright ugly at times, I admit. In terms of characterization, I expect nothing less from a boy-in-a-man whose emotions were charred shut by a monster of a brother. I understand it, if not condone it.
That being said, the ugliness is part-and-parcel of the relationship and it does make the legitimately sweet and touching moments, the parts where damaged humanity, (rough) inner beauty, and vulnerable empathy rise to the surface, shine all the more. It stops the relationship from being too cloying for me and it doesn’t hurt that Sandor’s worst critic about his behavior to Sansa is himself.
After that, there’s also all the times Sandor gives her space to speak freely. In A Clash of Kings, as much as he can talk nihilistic and cynical to her, he has moments where he empowers her. That time where he backs up Sansa’s lie meant to protect Dontos and that time where he diverts attention away from Sansa when Boros questions her. Oh, Sandor, you’re not even trying to hide it.
And then there are the times where Sansa directly tries to engage him. Sincerely. Given how guarded Sansa has to be during A Clash of Kings, the candor and dialogue with Sandor is telling. Sansa gets to ask him some personal questions like how he doesn’t mind being called dog and why he’s so hateful without any repercussions beyond Sandor giving his opinion back.
Again, this is a marked difference in the context of A Clash of Kings where she guards her words and thoughts for the most part (she’s not totally perfect because, you know, she’s just a child) because she’s afraid that anything she says will set off Joffrey. That Sansa feels comfortable enough to debate honor, knighthood, gods and stories and even reproach his more nihilistic mindset with Sandor is… well, that didn’t make shipping them harder.
But what wounds me about this relationship is that this isn’t exactly a relationship between an idealist and a cynic. It’s a relationship between two disillusioned idealists. Sandor’s idealism was seared with fire by Gregor and Sansa’s idealism was battered by Ned’s execution and the reality of being a political hostage under Joffrey. Life has damaged them and hurt them deeply.
The difference between them is more from the reaction and choices they made to cope with their new realities. Sandor decided to armor himself in cynicism, declaring the institution of knighthood morally bankrupt, and shallow nihilism, that the weak should just get out of the way of the strong. Sansa decided to try and hold onto hope that there will be true knights somewhere else.
Both the Beauty and the Beast had and have to grow up from their period of disillusionment and they’re doing it together. They’re changing, Sansa wising up more and Sandor slowly realizing his mindset is reprehensible, because of each other and their interactions. Their dialogue in A Clash of Kings is the construction of a thesis of knighthood and stories.
Does an corrupt institution itself ruin the earnest values that led to it? Does the world having so much dishonor and injustice mean we should pick up and perpetuate those atrocities? Or should we strive to commit to justice and virtue, despite the world not rewarding it? Does the stories being lies make the values drawn from them lies?
Deep down, though, it’s about two hurt children trying to figure out how to move forward without losing themselves to the abyss and salvage what’s left of their idealism so the darkness won’t take them.
Lastly, I ship them partly because Sansa ships it (guys, Sansa was the first SanSan shipper, get in line!) and love and agency are crucial to Sansa’s future arc. Sansa wants to love and be loved by a man:
The thought made Sansa weary. All she knew of Robert Arryn was that he was a little boy, and sickly. It is not me she wants her son to marry, it is my claim. No one will ever marry me for love.
And it hurts. It legitimately hurts to see her further disillusionment with the institution of marriage from that bright-eyed girl in A Game of Thrones:
“A marriage …” Her throat tightened. She did not want to wed again, not now, perhaps not ever.
But there is someone who cares, albeit unrefined and rough around the edges:
“I could keep you safe,” he rasped. “They’re all afraid of me. No one would hurt you again, or I’d kill them.”
And someone who believes himself fundamentally unlovable:
“I know a little of this man, Sandor Clegane. He was Prince Joffrey’s sworn shield for many a year, and even here we would hear tell of his deeds, both good and ill. If even half of what we heard was true, this was a bitter, tormented soul, a sinner who mocked both gods and men. He served, but found no pride in service. He fought, but took no joy in victory. He drank, to drown his pain in a sea of wine. He did not love, nor was he loved himself. It was hate that drove him. Though he committed many sins, he never sought forgiveness. Where other men dream of love, or wealth, or glory, this man Sandor Clegane dreamed of slaying his own brother, a sin so terrible it makes me shudder just to speak of it. Yet that was the bread that nourished him, the fuel that kept his fires burning. Ignoble as it was, the hope of seeing his brother’s blood upon his blade was all this sad and angry creature lived for … and even that was taken from him, when Prince Oberyn of Dorne stabbed Ser Gregor with a poisoned spear.”
And so, my heart convulses because Sandor… she’s there. She’s been waiting for you.
I wish the Hound were here. The night of the battle, Sandor Clegane had come to her chambers to take her from the city, but Sansa had refused. Sometimes she lay awake at night, wondering if she’d been wise. She had his stained white cloak hidden in a cedar chest beneath her summer silks. She could not say why she’d kept it. The Hound had turned craven, she heard it said; at the height of the battle, he got so drunk the Imp had to take his men. But Sansa understood. She knew the secret of his burned face.
Damn.
Why do you think Sandor wanted that song so much? What did it mean to him? Clearly the idea of her singing to him was on his mind for awhile. The song obviously carries symbolic meanings for the reader. But what was its in-universe significance to the man who demanded it? Why was it so important to him that she sing specifically?
It’s part of his childhood idealism and the knight he wanted to be. The kind that saves fair maidens among other heroic deeds. The day he saved her in the bread riot was a song come alive for him. For the first time in his life, Sandor wasn’t just doing his job guarding and carrying out the commands of terrible people. He was protecting an honest-to-goodness innocent person in need of saving, and Sansa is straight out of central casting as a fair maiden. From Sansa’s recollection:
The Hound leapt at them, his sword a blur of steel that trailed a red mist as it swung. When they broke and ran before him he had laughed, his terrible burned face for a moment transformed. – Sansa IV, ACOK.
You could read this as nothing more than bloodlust; however, it seems to me his expression was “transformed” from his normal anger into something else. It’s the presence of anger that Sansa admits is what makes his burned face “terrible,” not so much the scars. Now that Sansa has a chance to really think about it after some time has passed from the harrowing event, his face was different when he saved her. I see it as Sandor having a brief moment of elation and pride. This is what it feels like to be a hero. This is what his grandfather did for Tytos Lannister. It’s not all bullshit and children’s stories. It also tells us Sandor is capable of romanticizing a terrible event, just as Sansa. He will later fudge the retelling of events to make it seem like the song came as a result of saving Sansa’s life in the riot:
“… I saved your sister’s life too. The day the mob pulled her off her horse, I cut through them and brought her back to the castle, else she would have gotten what Lollys Stokeworth got. And she sang for me. You didn’t know that, did you? Your sister sang me a sweet little song.“ – Arya IX, ASOS.
Then later at his death, he will damn himself as no true hero because he failed to protect her from Joffrey. He botched his own rescue attempt by scaring the daylights out of her. Because of his frailty and fuck-ups, in his mind, he abandoned her to an even worse fate with Tyrion. He is the “gutless fraud” he is talking about. He never deserved that song after all and the way he actually got it shames him to the point he wants to die:
“I hate liars. I hate gutless frauds even worse. Go on, do it.” When Arya did not move, he said, “I killed your butcher’s boy. I cut him near in half, and laughed about it after.” He made a queer sound, and it took her a moment to realize he was sobbing. “And the little bird, your pretty sister, I stood there in my white cloak and let them beat her. I took the bloody song, she never gave it…”
Sandor tying Sansa’s song to the riot is important, but let’s back up a bit because the seed for the song idea was planted before that.
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something lovely and something heartbreaking about sansan
How about something that’s both? Pretty much the entirety of Sansa VI, AGOT. The context of what’s happening is heartbreaking, but there’s these little moments of solidarity and kindness. It starts in the aftermath of Ned’s beheading. Sansa is suicidally depressed, not eating, staying in bed, and plagued with visions of her father’s execution. Joffrey, the Hound, Arys Oakheart, and Meryn Trant come to command Sansa to attend court.
When Joffrey orders Sandor to get Sansa out of bed, which is meant to humiliate her in her state of near undress. While he obeys, he’s doing so as gently as possible with respect to her modesty.
Sandor Clegane scooped her up around the waist and lifted her off the featherbed as she struggled feebly. Her blanket fell to the floor. Underneath she had only a thin bedgown to cover her nakedness. “Do as you’re bid, child,” Clegane said. “Dress.” He pushed her toward her wardrobe, almost gently.”
Referring to her as “child” implies that she’s not an object to be viewed that way, thus my headcanon says he’s also probably averting his eyes or “looking without seeing” as Sansa does when forced to look at her father’s head. After Joffrey has Meryn strike her across the ear and they leave, only Sandor remains behind.
“What … what does he want? Please, tell me.”
“He wants you to smile and smell sweet and be his lady love,” the Hound rasped. “He wants to hear you recite all your pretty little words the way the septa taught you. He wants you to love him … and fear him.”
This is another example of Sandorspeak. He’s definitely not talking about Joffrey. Joffrey enjoys seeing her cry and scream in pain. He calls her stupid. He doesn’t care about what she has to say. While normally Sandor mocks Sansa for her courtesies, the reality of seeing Sansa abused brings out his compassion for her and his perception changes. I’m not saying this is fair of him to place her, a human being, on a pedestal, but it’s a reveal that he can also view her through the lens of an innocent maiden of the songs in the same way she looked at princes, queens, and knights. So I think he’s really talking about himself here and this is straight out of courtly romance. She becomes the idealized chaste and morally pure lady love that he, her knight, worships from afar. It’s almost like he realizes he’s waxing poetic for a moment then tacks on “… and fear him.” to turn it it back to Joffrey.
Then later Meryn Trant returns to escort her to the court. And she remembers Sandor’s advice to give Joffrey what he wants to “save herself some pain.”
He did not hate her, Sansa realized; neither did he love her. He felt nothing for her at all. She was only a … a thing to him. “No,” she said, rising. She wanted to rage, to hurt him as he’d hurt her, to warn him that when she was queen she would have him exiled if he ever dared strike her again … but she remembered what the Hound had told her, so all she said was, “I shall do whatever His Grace commands.”
“As I do,” he replied.
“Yes … but you are no true knight, Ser Meryn.” Sandor Clegane would have laughed at that, Sansa knew.
A little fiesty defiance referencing back to the moment when Sandor told her of his scars. She seems to bolster some courage from knowing that Sandor would laugh as if it were a private joke between them. It’s a small detail, but it shows their intimacy is just as important to her.
Then on the battlements, Sansa has her moment of subverting Joffrey’s order to look at the severed heads. She “looks without seeing” and remains stoic, denying Joffrey taking pleasure in her suffering. Then Joffrey tries to antagonize her further. Honestly, Sandor probably did make this joke, but he’s refusing to back Joffrey, showing cracks in his loyalty:
When he smiled, she knew he was mocking her. “Your brother is a traitor too, you know.” He turned Septa Mordane’s head back around. “I remember your brother from Winterfell. My dog called him the lord of the wooden sword. Didn’t you, dog?”
“Did I?” the Hound replied. “I don’t recall.”
The scene culminates in Sansa contemplating shoving Joffrey over the battlements even if it means killing herself in the process. If you read the scene over, Sansa makes no physical moves indicating her intent toward Joffrey, yet Sandor can sense what she’s thinking:
The outer parapet came up to her chin, but along the inner edge of the walk was nothing, nothing but a long plunge to the bailey seventy or eighty feet below. All it would take was a shove, she told herself. He was standing right there, right there, smirking at her with those fat worm lips. You could do it, she told herself. You could. Do it right now. It wouldn’t even matter if she went over with him. It wouldn’t matter at all.
“Here, girl.” Sandor Clegane knelt before her, between her and Joffrey. With a delicacy surprising in such a big man, he dabbed at the blood welling from her broken lip.
The moment was gone. Sansa lowered her eyes. “Thank you,” she said when he was done. She was a good girl, and always remembered her courtesies.
Soothe the wrath. Tame the fury. This coming from a man who is so hellbent on his own revenge kill. It’s not just he knew what she was planning. Remember the last thing she thought before he acted was that it wouldn’t matter if she died. It would clearly matter to him and knowing someone cares in that moment is enough to bring her back from the edge.
How’s that for lovely and heartbreaking?
It's so lovely it hurts, so pathetic, tender and beautiful at the same time that it's touched many of us very deeply. It's unique and subtle and I think that's why we love it.
I read Sandor's words just like you because he is the only one who listens to Sansa and talks to her whereas the others call her stupid. He's become her confident and her secret "friend".
It's Sandor who likes her because she is a real lady, and he also likes the way she smells and is attracted to her despite himself. He likes her beauty but also her personality.
He is the kind of guy who would refer to his beloved as his "lady love". Sandor, deep down, is that kind of man and for this reason he'll hesitate before accepting the post as a KG when Joffrey offers him the chance, because the feared Hound does want a woman and a home. He longs for love and a familiy, just like Sansa, the girl who wants to be loved for herself and not her claim.
When Sandor tells Sansa what "Joffrey" wants, he pauses when he catches himself going too far in his courtly romance fantasy, then there's a pause that the ellipses indicates when reality comes back. She must fear Joffrey, and perhaps Sandor himself.
Some other fans suggested Sandor also wants to be feared when we discussed this. I tend to think he doesn't want Sansa to fear him, that's why he insists she look at him and see him for the man he is beyond the scars, the anger and the Hound persona.
Before the ellipses he says what Sandor wants, after the suspension points he says what Joffrey wants and there's a huge difference.
When Sandor carried Sansa in his arms I was too blind to realise how "romantic" that was. That kind of scene is a very romantic trope common in movies and stories but it happened in such horrible circunstances, he was such an unlikely romantic character and Sansa was so young I didn't realise at first, but it was a romantic reference, more so because of what you said, because of his extreme delicacy trying to help her and even calling her child, as you point out. Great catch. I hadn't realised those words could be his way to make her feel less self-conscious.
Again, he is that kind of man, a man who woud avert his eyes from her state of undress to preserve her modesty, a man who would call her child to show that she is safe, at least with him she is.
George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords (via whatdogsdotowolves)
Sandor, Sansa and the Serpentine Steps.
I have written a post talking about Freudian Symbology in The Last Jedi movie and while I was reading Freud’s texts I found this.
Staircases, ladders, and flights of stairs, or climbing on these, either upwards or downwards, are symbolic representations of the sexual act.
I couldn’t help thinking of Sansa bumping into Sandor and nearly falling down the Serpentine stairs.
She nearly fell over but he grabbed her with his strong hands.
“She was racing headlong down the serpentine steps when a man lurched out of a hidden doorway. Sansa caromed into him and lost her balance. Iron fingers caught her by the wrist before she could fall, and a deep voice rasped at her. “It’s a long roll down the serpentine, little bird. Want to kill us both?” His laughter was rough as a saw on stone. “Maybe you do.” The Hound. “No, my lord, pardons, I’d never.” Sansa averted her eyes but it was too late, he’d seen her face. “Please, you’re hurting me.” She tried to wriggle free. “And what’s Joff’s little bird doing flying down the serpentine in the black of night?” When she did not answer, he shook her. “Where were you?” “The g-g-godswood, my lord,” she said, not daring to lie. “Praying … praying for my father, and … for the king, praying that he’d not be hurt.” “Think I’m so drunk that I’d believe that?” He let go his grip on her arm, swaying slightly as he stood, stripes of light and darkness falling across his terrible burnt face. “You look almost a woman … face, teats, and you’re taller too, almost . . . ah, you’re still a stupid little bird, aren’t you? Singing all the songs they taught you … sing me a song, why don’t you? Go on. Sing to me. Some song about knights and fair maids. You like knights, don’t you?”He was scaring her. “T-true knights, my lord.” “True knights,” he mocked. “And I’m no lord, no more than I’m a knight. Do I need to beat that into you?” Clegane reeled and almost fell. “Gods,” he swore, “too much wine. Do you like wine, little bird? Rue wine? A flagon of sour red, dark as blood, all a man needs. Or a woman.”
The scene is full of innuendo but the Hound’s suggestive words fly over Sansa’s head. it’s the only time he says anything innapropriate to her and quicky stops himself, reminding himself she is a child and that looking at her with desire and flirting with her is wrong. He’s not very good at flirting either.
Many things have been said about this scene I’m not going to repeat here, like how he ends up saying wine is all a man needs, or a woman. It may be ambiguous but I think he means he is a man and all he needs is a woman. She is no woman but he can’t help wanting her. He does nothing about it but oh man he wants her.
Now I know there’s even more, the Serpentine. Falling down the Serpentine together would kill them both, but this is not about really falling down. Well, it is, but there’s more to it. He even says there is “a long roll down the Serpentine” and asks her if she wants to kill them both. He ends up saying “maybe you do”, which reminds me of Kylo’s words to Rey in TLJ in another scene full of UST: “ Ahhh, you do.”
Now I see it, the Serpentine, the long fall, the long roll (a reference to rolling in the hay perhaps?). Falling together down the stairs would kill them, of course it would if it symbolizes fobidden sex and I think it does. She is the king’s betrothed and he is the king’s dog, so rolling down those stairs would cost them their lives.
Now this scene seems even more suggestive than before, now Martín’s intention is clearer for me. I’m sure he knew very well what he was doing when he wrote this.
Don’t forget that red is the colour of passion and blood and red wine has a powerful symbolism:
Red as blood and gushing from deep in the ground, it symbolises life and strength. This image of strength is accentuated by the winding, twisted and wilful shape of the vine stock, which seems to have gone through many battles to offer its blood to mortals!
It’s the right drink for Sandor, who nearly bled to death by the Trident offering his blood to the gods below a sacred tree. He is all strenght and passion and is very close to his horse. Horses in literature are sometimes a metaphor for a man’s sexual drive, an energy Stranger didn’t want to be deprived of on the QI. Like his horse, Sandor won’t be emasculated or trapped for long. He’s full of passion and all of it will belong to Sansa in due time, in the future.
Very nice! @maidenoftheforestlight and I had a conversation recently coming very close to the same conclusions of the symbolism of the serpentine stairs. I like your addition of the wine into it. Wine is also one of those things that has to age and mature to be enjoyed. Like you said, it’s too soon. I think this twisting, winding path symbolism also carries over into Sansa’s dress with the gold ivy embroidery on her bodice, which mirrors the acorn dress Arya wore. Arya’s oaktree and acorn symbolism is more straightforward in her story. This vine metaphor now makes even more sense for Sansa. She also wore the autumn yellow ribbon with this dress. Sandor’s preference for sour red feels like sour represents blunt, naked truth. As they say, in vino vertitas. “In wine there is truth.”
I love this, I really do. A long time ago I wrote a post aboout Sansa’s dress, the one she chose to wear at the Eyrie and how its colours represented the earth and the patters of vines it had made me think of Sandor. She chose a simple dress instead of the ones made of richer fabrics, similarly Sandor’s white cloak was made of wool and not silk.
She chose the colours of the earth and she is in love with a man whose sigil has the colour of autumn grass. Everything has to do with nature here. I think her dress was brown, correct me if I’m wrong but that colour makes me think of autumn and Sandor’s sigil is the colour of autumn too (yellow grass).
It’s also very telling that she had jewellery available but chose to wear a simple ribbon which was yellow. It was yellow and this is important, because she chose to wear her non-knight’s colours. No way her choices could be a casuality. Martin is very careful with details and attaches meaning to them.
I saw other significant signs in Sandor, like the fact that he drinks red wine and ends up under a tree bleeding to death in some sort of sacrifice to the earth that reminds me of Dionysus, the God of harvest and wine.
He was the God of the Vine, and turned water into wine.He was killed and eaten in an eucharistic ritual for fecundity and purification.The god travelled into the underworld to rescue his loved one, arising from the land of the dead.
I think Sansan is about love, sensuality and fertility, about rebirth after the long bleak winter. When Sandor won the Tourney of the Hand (symbolically winning Sansa’s hand in marriage from her lord father) he was wearing a green cloak and Sansa wore a green dress. They both wore the colours of nature but in this case they wore the colours of spring. When separated they were parental figures for Sweetrobin and Arya respectively. Sansa sang a religious song about the Mother for Sandor.
These are references to marriage and future children. Sansan is canon, endgame and the signal of the end of the terrible winter. Life instead of death.
I remember that many people saw this references to the vines on her dress as overreaching on my part, so it makes me very happy that your read them in the same way as me. There must be some truth to it, I truly believe there is.
I also think that Sandor is like the sentinel tree Will climbed to hide from the White Walkers in the Prologue, it was the tallest tree and full of sap and life. I wrote a post about why this could be a deliberate reference (again to Sandor and fertility), so I’ll leve the link here in case anyone wants to have a look a it:
Sandor, Sansa and the Serpentine Steps.
I have written a post talking about Freudian Symbology in The Last Jedi movie and while I was reading Freud’s texts I found this.
Staircases, ladders, and flights of stairs, or climbing on these, either upwards or downwards, are symbolic representations of the sexual act.
I couldn’t help thinking of Sansa bumping into Sandor and nearly falling down the Serpentine stairs.
She nearly fell over but he grabbed her with his strong hands.
“She was racing headlong down the serpentine steps when a man lurched out of a hidden doorway. Sansa caromed into him and lost her balance. Iron fingers caught her by the wrist before she could fall, and a deep voice rasped at her. “It’s a long roll down the serpentine, little bird. Want to kill us both?” His laughter was rough as a saw on stone. “Maybe you do.” The Hound. “No, my lord, pardons, I’d never.” Sansa averted her eyes but it was too late, he’d seen her face. “Please, you’re hurting me.” She tried to wriggle free. “And what’s Joff’s little bird doing flying down the serpentine in the black of night?” When she did not answer, he shook her. “Where were you?” “The g-g-godswood, my lord,” she said, not daring to lie. “Praying … praying for my father, and … for the king, praying that he’d not be hurt.” “Think I’m so drunk that I’d believe that?” He let go his grip on her arm, swaying slightly as he stood, stripes of light and darkness falling across his terrible burnt face. “You look almost a woman … face, teats, and you’re taller too, almost . . . ah, you’re still a stupid little bird, aren’t you? Singing all the songs they taught you … sing me a song, why don’t you? Go on. Sing to me. Some song about knights and fair maids. You like knights, don’t you?”He was scaring her. “T-true knights, my lord.” “True knights,” he mocked. “And I’m no lord, no more than I’m a knight. Do I need to beat that into you?” Clegane reeled and almost fell. “Gods,” he swore, “too much wine. Do you like wine, little bird? Rue wine? A flagon of sour red, dark as blood, all a man needs. Or a woman.”
The scene is full of innuendo but the Hound’s suggestive words fly over Sansa’s head. it’s the only time he says anything innapropriate to her and quicky stops himself, reminding himself she is a child and that looking at her with desire and flirting with her is wrong. He’s not very good at flirting either.
Many things have been said about this scene I’m not going to repeat here, like how he ends up saying wine is all a man needs, or a woman. It may be ambiguous but I think he means he is a man and all he needs is a woman. She is no woman but he can’t help wanting her. He does nothing about it but oh man he wants her.
Now I know there’s even more, the Serpentine. Falling down the Serpentine together would kill them both, but this is not about really falling down. Well, it is, but there’s more to it. He even says there is “a long roll down the Serpentine” and asks her if she wants to kill them both. He ends up saying “maybe you do”, which reminds me of Kylo’s words to Rey in TLJ in another scene full of UST: “ Ahhh, you do.”
Now I see it, the Serpentine, the long fall, the long roll (a reference to rolling in the hay perhaps?). Falling together down the stairs would kill them, of course it would if it symbolizes fobidden sex and I think it does. She is the king’s betrothed and he is the king’s dog, so rolling down those stairs would cost them their lives.
Now this scene seems even more suggestive than before, now Martín’s intention is clearer for me. I’m sure he knew very well what he was doing when he wrote this.
Don’t forget that red is the colour of passion and blood and red wine has a powerful symbolism:
Red as blood and gushing from deep in the ground, it symbolises life and strength. This image of strength is accentuated by the winding, twisted and wilful shape of the vine stock, which seems to have gone through many battles to offer its blood to mortals!
It’s the right drink for Sandor, who nearly bled to death by the Trident offering his blood to the gods under a sacred tree. He is all strenght and passion and is very close to his horse. Horses in literature are sometimes a metaphor for a man’s sexual drive, an energy Stranger didn’t want to be deprived of on the QI. Like his horse, Sandor won’t be emasculated or trapped for long. He’s full of passion and all of it will belong to Sansa in due time, in the future.