It was one mistake. Only one.
And yet it was just enough.
They had taken to keeping in the small places to meet.
He had not fled the night of Blackwater, instead staying just for her.
She had given herself to him, hoping that it would keep him.
And it did.
Though he would have just stayed for her, if she'd asked.
Ser Meyrn had caught them.
He had been taking her up against a wall, when the fucker had come around the corner.
Sandor had chased after Meyrn, finally killing him with a slash of his blade.
But even that was seen.
They took him to the dungeons to rot for three months.
And that was another mistake.
Because in her shock Sansa had forgotten to take her Moon Tea as provided by Shae.
And so soon her breasts filled with milk, and her belly grew round with Sandor's child.
But Cersei for once was merciful, in her own way.
Cersei did not force her to lose her child.
Cersei was kind.
Sandor was sentenced to death for the "murder" of a member of the Kingsguard.
And they married.
They married in the Godswood, just hours before his execution.
He did not turn craven walking to his death.
Ser Illyn waited with the sword that would separate Sandor's head from his shoulders, and yet Sandor was not afraid.
He only spat in the direction of the "king", and winked at his young wife. She was extremely heavy with his child now, nearing her date.
She would be fine.
Sansa did not cry when the sword killed her husband.
She turned around and walked away, ignoring the indignant screams of her king.
Joffery tried to have her killed, but instead died the same day, drowning in his own vomit at his wedding.
Cersei had arranged for a carriage to take her back to Winterfell.
Sansa gave birth in that carriage.
It was the first time that she had mourned her husband.
And as she gave birth she found why she had been so round.
Triplets.
Two sons and a daughter.
Eddard Sef Clegane, Sandor Yana Stark and Catelyn Eleanor Clegane.
One boy needed to carry on the Stark name now, with the loss of all her family.
They all fled to Winterfell.
And they lived in its ruins.
She did not give her children a happy home to live in, but she gave them food and shelter and made sure that her children were never like her.
They saw the world as it was, they saw that they had no father, they saw the cruelty of life.
It was not a happy ever after, like she used to hope for, but it was life.
Sandor's children were alive, safe and healthy.
And that was fine.
