Finally moving on. I wanted to fast forward a bit, but be assured, nothing interesting has happened in the next day except meetings with farmers and travelers.

Finally

They had travelled another day on their way to the waters. Sansa rode Lady next to Shae and Sandor was behind them with Bronn; Tyrion leading. "So tell me Hound, what will you do once we reach the free cities?" Sandor looked at Bronn and snorted,

"Probably bathe and sleep for a few days." Bronn smiled,

"I hear the women are beautiful in the cities. Gonna catch you a few?"

Sandor did not say anything for a minute and when he saw Sansa was talking to Shae, he looked at Bronn, "I have the woman I need. Whores will not satisfy me." Bronn frowned, "Sansa is beautiful, but she is also not a grown woman. She will become more beautiful, ya know. She'll have lads at her door, wanting to become her King." Sandor laughed,

"And I will take each lad down with my sword. Stop trying to change my mind, you can't have her." Bronn laughed, "Can you blame me for trying?"

Sandor rode up next to Sansa, "We should be there very soon, little bird." She stopped talking to Shae and looked at Sandor, "It is getting colder and windier. I thought so." As he rode up to Tyrion, Sansa turned to Shae, "I cannot wait to get a hot bath. I'll probably sleep for days!" Shae laughed, "I shall do the same." Shae looked at Sansa, "And what of you and the Hound? Will you live together?"

Sansa looked at Sandor, who was speaking with Tyrion. She studied his hair, which has gotten a bit longer, she studied his armored back and when he turned and looked at her she gave a small smile before turning to Shae, "I think, Sandor and I will get along quite well there. He will be my sworn shield and will have no choice but to stay with me." Shae smiled, "I think he will stay because he loves you. Not because he has to."

"Yes, because he loves me. Shae, is it too soon to say that should I decide to come back and take my brothers throne that I want Sandor to be my King?" Shae moved her horse closer and whispered, "You will make him a Lord?" Sansa smiled,

"I will make him a King."

….

Littlefinger was on the 2nd day of his journey to find his Sansa. The Queen had sent Ser ilyn Payne with him to help kill the others. Littlefinger sat on his horse, "I feel, my friend, that we are closer to the waters, it has gotten colder. Soon, we shall be fighting for my red haired Lady."

…

Sansa spotted a clearing ahead and stopped her horse. Shae and the others stopped with her, "Sansa? What is wrong?" Sansa whispered, "We made it." She jumped from her horse and ran past Sandor and Tyrion. Sandor yelled out, "Sansa! Wait!"

He jumped from his horse and ran after her. Sansa was running as fast as she could, her dress bunched in her arms, her hair flying. She ran to the edge of a cliff and stopped. The wind was blowing, the air was cold, and she was looking out to the open waters. Sandor came up behind her and she leaned back into his chest, his arm wrapping around her waist,

"Sandor, we made it."

He looked around into the water and looked down the hill to see merchants and ships, "Ay, we did. But now, we just have to cross the big water." They turned and made their way back to the horses, "My Lady, I have never seen you so excited!"

She laughed and mounted her horse, "Tyrion, freedom has never tasted so good."

As they made their way down the steep hill to the ships, Sansa rode next to the little lord, "Tell me, what has become of your father? Won't he send people for us?" Tyrion gave a snort,

"My father does not care for what my sister cares about. Believe me; my person missing would probably please him. He is most likely pleased that that little brat is dead. He cares for war and money." Sansa frowned, "He is not a good father." Tyrion laughed,

"Not to me he wasn't."

They reached the bottom of the hill and Sandor dismounted, "I will go speak to the captains and see where they are going. You lot stay here and try not to get in trouble."

He looked at Bronn who shrugged and sat on his horse with a pout. Sansa and Shae dismounted and stretched their legs. A few minutes later Sandor came back,

"Well, we're lucky. Two ships leave today. One for Braavos, the other for Pentos. It's up to you, little bird." They all looked at Sansa who was in thought on where she wanted to go. She remembered her sister's dancing master was from Braavos and he was very kind.

"I think Braavos would be a good start. If we decide to go to another city, we will go from there." They all agreed and led their horses to the docks to meet the captain.

"Oi! I am the Captain of this here beauty, you can all me Drothos. One coin for each horse is needed and two coin for each person." Tyrion paid for Shae and Bronn and Sansa gave coin for her and Sandor. Drothos looked at Tyrion and gasped, "You're the little lord! You!" And before he could notice Sansa she handed him some jewels,

"You get this if you can keep quiet about who we are and where we are going." The captain nodded and smiled, "Of course. We leave in a few hours, you can go get settled. There are 3 rooms available on the ship. They nodded and Sansa led the group, while Sandor pulled both their horses onto the ship. Once they were in their rooms, Sansa went to the small window, looking out at the water which they would soon travel. Sandor walked behind her, kissing her neck,

"We'll be free soon enough." She sighed and closed her eyes,

"I love you, Sandor." She felt him smile into her neck and he pulled away.

"And I love you." There was a knock at the door and Sandor opened it to find the Captain. "Just wanted to warn you lot, there are a bunch of men who have not been with a woman in weeks. I told that other girl, both her and the imp seem sure no one will touch her. But seeing as our Lady here is the more beautiful, I felt you should be warned."

Sandor growled and Sansa placed her hand on Sandor's arm, "I am sure, no one will be able to get past my sworn shield. Thank you." She closed the door and smiled,

"Don't you worry. I am yours and no other shall be able to touch." Sandor laughed, "If I haven't touched it yet, then they will never." She laughed as Sandor lifted her up, threw her over his shoulder and opened the door, bringing her on deck. They both felt happy and free, finally.

I loved writing this chapter! They are closer to freedom, but Littefinger is closer! Reviews are welcome!