A/N: Hey guys! I've been up here for awhile on my other account Janessa Wolf-Soul, but I decided to make another account for any non-anime related fandoms. So, HERE WE ARE!

I have spent nearly 10 hours last night reading LadySansaClegane's story - The Sweetest Thing There Is (on ArchiveOfOurOwn. org) all the way through, and it's the very BEST Sandor/Sansa story that I have ever read ever since I started reading the Game of Thrones Fandom a couple months ago even though I have been going through a lot of fandoms for the past eight years already. So, if you guys like EXTREMELY long and VERY descriptive chapters, then that's the story that you need to go read.

This was originally going to be a Sandor/OC story, but after reading that story, I decided to wait until I actually had experience writing stories like this before moving onto an OC pairing. Which is something I probably should have done with my Loki/OC story, but oh well.

Anyways, I hope you all enjoy what you read so far :D!

Introduction

Sansa stood among her siblings and parents as the King and his company rode in through the gates of Winterfell. It was a little colder than usual and having to wear a thicker fur shawl over her woolen coat. It's strange that she's the only one among her siblings to actually wear color, but it makes no difference. Not in the eyes of the King at least.

She watched as Robert Baratheon and her father greeted each other for a few moments before turning her gaze to the large, dark armored shadow that seemed to follow Prince Joffrey around. Seeing the Prince for the first time with his blonde hair, coldly dead green eyes and smug expression, Sansa was not impressed. Not in the least. She ignored his burning gaze to look at the large man behind him with both interest and curiosity.

He was very tall, broad in the shoulders, and had long limbs but were not overly disproportionate either. She had no idea of what his face looked like because of the visor still being down, but she hoped that he was somewhat handsome under it. His horse, a pure black Shire courser, was very large. Large enough to carry his master with relative ease and still have a spring in his step. The stallion was a sight to behold even if he was slightly frightening.

"My, you're a pretty one!"

Sansa was shaken out of her observations as she noticed the King standing in front of her causing the young girl to blush quite a bit. A sheepish yet polite smile graced her lips as she nodded before letting out a silent sigh of relief as the fat pig of a King moved onto her younger siblings. It was then she saw that the dark knight had lifted up his visor. The she saw was indescribable. Sansa did not know if she should feel frightening or disgusted, but she felt a sharp stabbing pain in her chest at the sight of the scars that covered the left side of his face.

He was handsome. There was no doubt about it. His features were strong, structured, yet gaunt and sharp at the same time despite how full his cheeks were. His scars were ropey and distorted, but are also smoothed over with prominent healing age. Long black hair seemed to be brushed over to the left side of his face to cover the scars, but it only seemed to make them slightly more obvious. He was also young, but much older than herself that's for sure. His nose was slightly large and showed signs of it being broken at least twice, but seemed to have been resettled by a maester sometime in the past. However, what caught her eyes the most was his own eyes. Bright, liquid silver framed with black lashes. They were much more silver than her own family's!

Those same eyes seemed to look over towards her once her gaze was noticed. He looked at her with an unreadable expression which is slightly unnerving, but she did not look away. Not for one minute. Her back was straightened and her hands clasped in front of her while her Tully blues kept looking at him in what she hoped to be a gentle gaze. One could only imagine if he was self-conscious over having scars on his face or not.

His brows became scrunched together in what seemed like an annoyed expression before he was the one to look away first. This too unnerved her as well.

It wasn't until later that night when her mother was working on her hair that she finally worked up the courage to talk to her mother, Catelyn Stark (nee Tully).

"Mother, who was that man that rode with the Prince?"

"That was Sandor Clegane. He mostly known by his epithet 'The Hound'. Why do you ask, sweetling?"

Sansa blushed and twiddled with her thumbs as she sat as still as she could while her mother's fingers worked to make Sansa's hairstyle just righ.

"Well, he's just … well, I mean —"

A chuckle escaped her mother's mouth as she tied off her daughter's hair and smiled as she brushed the loose locks flowing down her back.

"There is nothing wrong with admiring men from afar sweetling. Though, I wouldn't consider the Hound being attractive since I'm married to your father, but that doesn't mean that you shouldn't Sansa."

"I know, but I doubt even a minor lord would be interested in a highborn like myself."

"If he is not, then he's a fool. You are very beautiful Sansa. Though while traditionally in the South it is not proper for a highborn lady to marry a lowborn, second born lord, we are in the North."

Sansa took her mother's words to heart and looked into the looking glass. Her mother had pulled half of her red hair up while having two strands in front of her ears giving her a more ethereal yet matured look. The young girl looked to her motherly curiously as Catelyn gave a mischievous smile while helping her eldest daughter pick out a dark navy blue dress made from a thick velvet. There was silver detailing depicting vines with leaves curling in a natural fashion around the collar as well as the hems of the large bell sleeves and the skirt as well.

She had never felt as beautiful as she did in that very moment. Looking in the mirror, Sansa looked like a true princess. However, she could not help but wonder if that man, "Sandor I think Mother said his name was", would find her pretty as well. She blushed at the thought, but she could never be certain since she did not know the man.

"I sure hope that I'm not being a child once again relying on songs and stories that may not be true. Maybe I'll know once I speak to Ser Sandor at the feast tonight."