Thank you all again for the great comments. I find myself with so many ideas in my head, I have to keep writing!

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Sansa and Bronn practiced all afternoon and decided to end it for the day. Sansa placed her sword in its sheath and reached to her hair, pulling a leaf out, "I think I fell more times than I struck your sword." Bronn drank some water, passing it to her,

"You did well, Sansa. Much better than I thought you were going to do, actually." Sansa thanked him and looked towards the many shops and people,

"Can we walk through town? I could go for a nice walk and maybe meet some people." Bronn looked at the sky, "Looks like rain, but sure, let's go." As they walked through town, Sansa had her arm wrapped with Bronn's, "Tell me Bronn, do you have any family?"

Bronn was quiet for a moment, "Not really. My mother died when I was very young. I have no siblings and my father, I have not seen for years." Sansa sighed, "You must have been a very lonely child. When I was younger, I would have happily given you my youngest brothers, but now, I wish I were with them. Rickon is only a small child." Bronn snorted,

"I was not very lonely. I had my sword and became a solider very young." Sansa and Bronn stopped at a fruit stand and purchased two apples. Bronn took hers and took a bite from it, "What are you doing?" He tasted it and gave it back to her,

"Just checking it. Tastes fine to me." Sansa linked her arm with his and walked on with him while looking at the apple in her other hand, "You did not even think twice about that. I never had anyone that had to taste my food.."

"We are in a foreign place. Not all of these people know you, but some do. We have to be careful." Sansa bit from the apple, "And you would get yourself poisoned instead of me?" Bronn laughed and looked at Sansa, "My Lady, has your Septa never taught you manners? You are speaking with a full mouth." Sansa swallowed and laughed, "I have been around men for too long." They walked for a bit longer and decided to turn around to go back to the barn to brush the horses. Bronn was telling her how he met Tyrion, "I originally was his bodyguard of sorts. We travelled a bit together. After the battle of Blackwater, I was made Ser Bronn of Blackwater by that idiot King. Tyrion thought it a silly title. I saved Sandor that night." Sansa gasped and turned to him,

"You did? He never said anything!"

"Do you expect someone like Sandor to? A man that was on fire was charging at him and Sandor froze. I shot him in the back with an arrow; Sandor's face was pale. That's when he turned and went back inside to.." Sansa smiled, "To see me." Bronn laughed,

"Yes. To see you." They reached the barn soon after and Sansa begane brushing Lady, "Bronn, Thank you for everything. You have been so kind to me." Bronn wrapped an arm around Sansa's shoulders and sighed,

"It is my pleasure. You were such a poor thing in Kings Landing, now look at you. You grow stronger and the Stark wolf has been showing more. Sandor is one lucky man." Sansa giggled and put the brush down, "I want to ask something from you." Bronn nodded,

"Anything." He removed his arm and Sansa took a deep breath, "If I become the Queen in the North, would you do the honor of becoming my sworn shield?"

Bronn gasped and cleared his throat, "Are you sure, Sansa? That is a big honor. Big for me, at least. What of Clegane? He is your sworn shield." Sansa smiled, "If Sandor still loves me months from now he will be my King. Well? What say you?" Bronn looked down to the young girl that stood in front of him and could not believe that he would one day protect her; but she will be a Queen. He gave a nod,

"I agree." She squealed and hugged him, "Oh thank you, Bronn!" They laughed and Sansa stood back, "You remind me of my oldest brother, Robb. He was always there for me. Just like you are."

Bronn went to say something to Sansa, but just then, the sound of hooves interrupted them. Sansa ran outside and saw Sandor riding towards the barn. She looked at Bronn and smiled once more before running towards Sandor and Stranger. Sandor jumped off of Stranger and led the horse towards the barn. Sansa ran towards Sandor and jumped up into his arms,

"I missed you all day, Sandor! What a day we had! Bronn and I practiced and then walked through the city, it was amazing!" Sandor laughed as she acted like an excited child,

"I missed you too, Sansa." He twirled her around before dropping her back to the ground and Bronn walked from the barn and to the Inn without being noticed,

"I had word that tonight, the city is having a festival. There will be music and singing and wine. Lots of wine." Sansa laughed when Sandor said that,

"Shall we go then?" He nodded, "The little lord and Shae are going as well. We shall enjoy ourselves tonight and perhaps in the morning I can take you on a small adventure."

"We have been on an adventure since we left Kings Landing." Sandor agreed,

"Yes, but this adventure, I think you will enjoy. Come, let us go tell Bronn about the feast and we will get ready." They reached the Inn and Sansa and Sandor decided they wanted to bathe. Sansa had Elise get son of the young boys to bring up some hot water. As they waited for the water, Sansa took off her boots and sword. She looked at herself in the mirror and put her hand over the embroidery on the dress,

"Sandor? Do you think I could get the same embroidery on any dress I wanted?" Sandor sat on the bed and took off his boots before glancing at Sansa,

"Shouldn't be a problem, little bird." Just then they heard a knock and 3 young boys carried in a few large buckets of hot water to dump into the tub. Once they left Sansa tied up her hair, "You can go first. I was on the road all day; I don't want to get the water too dirty." She nodded and turned to go behind the small dress screen but she felt Sandor's large hand on her shoulder,

"Do you trust me, Sansa?" She looked to her side and back at him, "Of course." She went to turn around but Sandor held her, "Do not turn around. Not yet." He slowly untied the back of the dress and traced his fingers down her back; feeling every scar and every smooth spot. He then turned her around and Sansa whispered,

"What are you doing?" He gave her a small smile and grabbed the tops of the dress in the front, "I'm undressing you." He pulled down the front of the dress and she took her arms out of the sleeves. She wore her small clothes, of course, but Sansa felt awkward that a man was undressing her for the first time. Not just any man either; the man she loved. He removed the skirt of the dress and as it pooled to the floor, Sansa stepped out of it. Sandor stood back for a moment and Sansa felt like prey,

"What? Why are you staring at me?"

She put an arm over her chest, but when she did, Sandor reached out, "Don't." She slowly removed her arm and Sandor placed a hand on the healing wound,

"It may scar, you know." She smirked, "Just another scar to prove I have gone on another journey." Sandor sighed and knelt in front of her, grasping her waist in his large hands and kissing the new tissue forming over it. Sansa gave a sigh and grabbed a handful of Sandor's hair. She giggled, "Your hair could use a good washing." He growled and bit the skin on her hip before standing again, "Then you shall wash it for me." He reached around her and reached down and removed both her small clothes in only moments. Sansa gasped and grabbed the sheet from the bed, covering herself the best she could,

"Sandor, I don't.." He shushed her and ripped the sheet from her grasp, "I want to look at you, Sansa." Sansa tried to cover herself and was blushing profusely.

"Please."

When she heard Sandor Clegane say please, Sansa felt her heart melt. She sighed and slowly removed her hands from her body and closed her eyes tight. She expected to feel his hands on her, wandering over her body, but she didn't. She did not feel anything and did not hear anything except their breathing.

Sandor watched as Sansa removed her hands and closed her eyes. She was afraid, but was trying to be brave for him. He did not move as he looked at her body. Her body was the most beautiful one he has ever seen. Her breasts were a perfect size and as were her hips, but Sandor knew she would only get more beautiful because she was still growing. His eyes travelled down to notice the small patch of red hair and her long pale legs. He tried not to pay attention to the fact his member was growing in his breeches and he took a step towards her slowly, grabbing her waist.

When Sansa felt a hand on her waist, she opened her eyes and looked into Sandor's gray ones, "I think I want my bath now." Sandor smiled and lifted her into his arms, bringing her to the tub and placing her inside. Once inside, Sandor knelt behind the tub and laid his hand on her shoulders, whispering into her ear,

"You will be the death of me, Sansa Stark."

o.o Oh my! Something may happen soon, hm?
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