Hey guys! Sorry this update has been so long coming, I've been super busy as of lately, and I'm so sorry I haven't been posting. Writers block has also been a huge problem for me, so that explains why this chapter is so short. I'm getting back into my grove and this is a transition chapter. Enjoy and comment!

The fire was producing comfortable warmth by the time Sandor and Sansa finally rested. Side by side they sat, both leaning into one another. Sansa took one of Sandor's hands into her own and traced the lines and cuts, remembering the feel of his skin.

Comfortable silence settles about them for what seemed hours before Sansa finally spoke up, "Where will we go?"

"Where would you like to go?"

Sansa pondered the question- as much as she wanted to go home she knew she couldn't. Not only could enemies be waiting throughout the North for her, but surely once they met with Robb he would see to it that Sandor was banished, or worse yet, executed. He would not understand how much Sandor meant to Sansa. No, she could not go home. Not yet.

"We could cross the seas, go to the free cities."

Sandor arched his eyebrow in surprise, "You would leave here?"

"Wipe off that startled look. You know as well as I there is a multitude of reasons we can not go North, and we surely cannot go back South. It seems the only option. Unless you want to live in these woods..."

He laughed, a light note playing within the sound, "We can not last much longer in these woods. Winter is coming."

Sansa nodded in agreement, "Winter is coming."

"So we'll find a boat, leave here for a while then?"

"Yes."

They both settled into their blankets and Sandor wrapped his body around Sansa's to give her extra warmth. He loved how perfectly she fit into his arms, how she relaxed when her back rested on his chest. As she drifted, Sandor worried. Would he be able to protect her in the free cities as he did here? He had only crossed the sea a handful of times, never quite getting adjusted to the lifestyle there. Things were different...less organized. People did not fear him there, for his reputation in such lands was not as widely known. This could always keep both of them safer. The less he was recognized, the less she would be noticed. Yes he could keep her safe, he knew he would gladly give his life, a thousand times over, before he would let anyone put a ill hand on her. He would never let that happen again.

Through the night nothing disturbed either of the lovers, and they both slept soundly. As morning approached, birds became to chirp, animals began to move about, and Sansa's mind began to stir. She was still encased in Sandor's large arms, safe as one could be. She turned slowly, trying not to wake him, and looked upon his face. He smiled in his slumber, and grumbled every now and again almost as though he were talking in his sleep. Watching others rest always had fascinated Sansa, so much was revealed about their character.

She slid out of his arms and started brushing both the horses, getting everything packed and ready to leave. She wanted to get to safety as soon as possible. The farther from here they got, the safer they could live. They would need to take precautions, this was a given, but they would likely not have to hide in forests with their cloaks drawn at every second. Surely if Sansa colored her hair they could even live somewhat normal lives together. As long as she had Sandor with her, she was confident safety was soon to come.

"An eager bird this morning, aren't you?"

"I wish to reach the free cities as soon as humanly possible, my lord."

Sandor rubbed his eyes free of sleep, and sat up stretching.

Sansa pranced on the subject before he had time to talk, "What roles will we play once we reach our destination?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well I can't be Sansa Stark, and you can't be Sandor Clegane. We will need parts to play...perhaps as...well it would be suspected that..."

"Spit it out, Little Bird."

"Well we would be suspected to be...husband and wife."

Sandor looked down at his hands then set to rolling up their packs. He flung them onto Stranger's back once finished and fastened them tightly before looking Sansa in the eye, "Then that is what we shall be. Think of some names...my wife."

Sansa tried hard to hide her smile as they both got onto their horses and set off to the beginning of their new lives.