Author's note: Hello everyone! Welcome to this little collection of SanSan one-shots! They might be familiar to some of you as they have already been posted in the SanSan livejournal communities, but since they have been spread between posts and comment fics, I decided to upload them here. They are all unbeta-ed, and english is not my first language, so you might find some errors, though I try to be as careful as I'm able. Constructive criticism is always welcomed!

Disclaimer: GRRM owns everything, HBO owns a lot, I own nothing.

Three Women, and One.

Rating: T

Summary: Never, in his whole life, has he dreamt of being loved. But he is, by three women, and one.

Warnings: None

Never, in his whole life, has he dreamt of being loved. Feared, for sure. Respected, maybe. Admired, not likely. But loved, he had always thought impossible. And yet, here he is. Loved deeply and truly by three women, and one. Oh, and he loves them too. So alike and so different they are, and each holds his heart in a different way.

First, there's the girl. She's a lovely creature. She sings him sweet songs, and plays for him. Sometimes, she gifts him with a new tunic embroidered by her small, delicate hands. When she dances, she looks like she's floating above the rest of them, foolish mortals too lowly to be in the presence of such a pure angel. She gives him favours when he jousts and small kisses in his cheek, and blushes when he stares too hard, or too long. She loves him.

Then, there's the Lady. Whether she's sitting in her vast castle, or walking through it, he's always one step behind. He'd protect her with his life. She's worldly, and clever, and deals with her lords as if she had been born for this. She trusts him completely. She is proud of his strength, and proud of the way he has used it to strengthen her army. She believes he deserves better, and would readily make him a Lord in some castle, and marry him herself. She would if she could. She's always careful when she looks and when she touches, but she does it all the same. She, too, loves him.

Last, but not least, there's the bastard girl. She can be wicked, and daring. She's the cleverest of them all, the most cunning. She winks at him sometimes to see if she can fluster him. She always covers her tracks when she visits him. She goes riding with him sometimes, and most of those rides end with them making love beneath the trees. She's passionate. Every one of her words is made to entice him. She loves him as well.

He loves them as they love him, and perhaps some would think it complicated, and insane, but he does not forget there were once two where there's now one, and perhaps the other is not really gone, and just hiding, biding his time until the next battle. He knows they suffer, too. The girl sighs, the lady hurts, and the bastard yearns. He tries his best to keep the pain at bay when he can manage it. He tries to love them the best he can, the best he's learned how, and they teach him new ways to love everyday.

Some might think it complicated, but it's not. Because, in the dead of the night, when the sun goes down and only the moon reigns on the skies, when the darkness covers it all and everything sleeps, and lies wait until morning, between his arms and his sheets they are only one. A little bird. And she loves him.