The first thing that catches Brienne's attention is not Sandor Clegane's presence, really. They had chatted briefly on their way to King's Landing. For some reason, what surprises her is the man sat opposite to him, both man drinking ale and talking like they were old friends. The Hound stops talking abruptly at the sight of her.

"Well, if this isn't a surprise," the Lady of Tarth says, a hint of humor in her voice, hands on her waist.

"Oh, there you are. Come sit with us, love!" Tormund shouts merrily after looking over his shoulder, then he points to a chair beside him.

"Love?" Sandor exclaims with a disgusted face. "For fuck's sake! So you're now officially with Brienne of fucking Tarth!"

Brienne proceeds to sit down beside her lover, who has placed a mug in front of her, his trademark huge silly grin on his face. She rolls her eyes at Tormund, then turns to the Hound. "As it is."

Not everyone in Winterfell know of their flourishing relationship yet, so it has been a little difficult for her to come into terms with her new status, even though she is aware it would not be entirely surprise them if they did, having seen the Wildling's glares and leers directed at her.

"I was just telling Clegane how dug myself off the snow and escaped Eastwatch," he explains.

"A true miracle." She was one of the first people to whom Tormund has told the story, which, had not she seen fear and truth in his eyes, she would have woven it off as one of his far-fetched tales. This has certainly become a story worthy of Tormund Giantsbane's fame, and one he will tell for years to come, she is sure. Regardless, she is glad Tormund has survived the Night King's attack to Eastwatch-by-the-Sea and is now back to Winterfell. Back to her.

"Unbelievable," Sandor grunts before taking a sip of his drink. "This mad fucker wouldn't shut up about you when we went wight hunting beyond the Wall. He kept going on and on about how he wants to make giant babes with you."

"You what?" They have barely gotten together, and Tormund is already considering children? That soon? How dare him?

The redhead only laughs at her indignation. "Why not? Not saying right now, although I'd like nothing more than for you to stop taking that moon tea of yours. But since we are in the middle of a war…"

"Which is why we agreed to wait until the war ends, so that we can discuss it," she responds, feeling herself blush. She cannot believe they are discussing their sexual life, and in front of Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane, of all people. Brienne has to be honest to herself though, the war is a kind of excuse, for she does not feel ready for maternity just yet. In fact, she had given up on living a lady's life long ago, when she decided to be a knight. Yes, she loves Tormund, more than she has ever imagined being possible to love somebody, but she still has to get used to the idea.

"You should've seen the way the Wildling fool talked about you," Sandor comments. "Like he was describing the most beautiful creature in the world. And when he mentioned she was 'almost as tall as me', I couldn't believe he meant you."

"She is, though," Tormund shrugs and eyes her, his voice full of adoration. "And I'll make sure she knows."

Brienne looks away from him and drinks her ale, trying to hide her flushed face. She feels a reassuring hand on her thigh, next to her knee. It has always amazed her that he sees her as a woman, as a human being in fact, but to know that he is not afraid to tell the world how he feels makes her heart explode.

"By the way, you never told me how you and Brienne have met," Tormund tells Sandor.

The blond woman smiles, happy about the chance of subject. "Did the Hound not tell you about our fight? How I beat him? I wonder why."

The Free Folk man stares at her in wonder. "You beat him? Really? You gotta be kidding me."

With a grunt, Sandor starts telling of when he was taking Arya Stark to the Eyrie when he met Brienne and Podrick Payne and how he had come to blows with her because of the little girl. "She even bit off a piece of my ear," he shows the other man the scar. "Then she hit my head with a stone and pushed me off a cliff. Gods know why I didn't die then. It was a great fight, nonetheless."

"Another miracle," she remarks. The memories of their fight makes the lady knight shiver, for she knows she could not have survived. "But I agree, it was a great fight."

"My woman is amazing, ain't she?" Tormund says proudly, removing his hand of Brienne's thigh to wrap his arm around her shoulder.

His woman. I am his woman. Brienne's heart flutters once again. She has indeed still a lot to get used to.

"Now, I am glad you didn't kill him, or he wouldn't have saved me," the Wildling tells her. Then to Sandor, "And I am glad you didn't kill her, or I wouldn't have met her."

"Lucky me I didn't die, eh?" the Hound snorts and drinks some more ale. "I should definitely have died, had I known my survival would lead to this," he gestures to the couple in front of him.

Feeling humorous, the blond woman raises an eyebrow. "Oh? If I didn't know you, Clegane, I'd say you're actually happy to see us together."

"Like fuck I am," and he finishes his ale and gets up, irritated. As he leaves, Brienne and Tormund share knowing a look.

"He is happy for us," Brienne states.

Tormund chuckles, then kisses her lips. "Definitely."