Sansa stood, watching Sandor's tall form as he plowed the fields. A small smile crept onto her lips as the memory of his gentle caresses from the night before flooded her mind. She had all but given up hope of finding any enjoyment with her future husband after Joffery had revealed his true colors.
A slight blush covered her cheeks as she felt the longing for her husband once again filling her body, every inch of her desiring to feel his skin against hers. Ducking her head, she turned back to the house, forcing the desire aside for another time.
Reluctantly, she retrieved her sewing, settling down into her chair. She weaved the needle back and forth, pulling the thread into tight stitches. A shadow fell across her shoulder, blocking out the light from her view. Glancing up, she was surprised to see Sandor looked down at her.
Gently he stroked her cheek, his rough hands warm. Desire rose in her chest as he bent down, kissing her sweetly. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she clung to him as he stood. Sansa tasted the desire on his lips as he carried her to their room.
fifteen months later...
Sansa lay the baby down in his crib, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. Slipping back into the bed, she snuggling closer to Sandor. He shifted slightly, his chest rising and falling slowly as he slept, a slight snore escaping from his lips.
She smiled, reaching up to stroke Sandor's hair, she pushed it back from his face. Gently she traced his scars, the puckered skin soft under her fingertips. Sandor sighed softly, turning his head to lightly brush his lips across her palm. "The little one up again?" He murmured sleepily as he pulled Sansa into his arms.
"He went down fairly quickly, we should be able to get a few more hours of sleep." She whispered as he placed his hands on her growing belly, burying his face in her fiery hair. Sandor breathed in deeply, relishing her sweet scent as he felt her relaxing in his arms.
"Any day now." Sansa breathed, resting her hand on his, picturing her sweet babe in her mind. Sandor kissed her gently and she sighed, laying her head against his chest as her eyelids fluttered closed. Sleep overtook her weary body and soon she was snoring.
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The sunlight fell across Sansa's eyelids, burning her face. She felt the heat creeping through the back of her dress as she leaned against the bricks. The gulls called out, squabbling with each other as they fought.
"You will get burnt out here in the sun, my Lady!" Sansa cringed at the familiar accent, squeezing her eyes closed as if she could will the woman away. "The wedding is only in a few more days and you want to look your best, don't you?"
Sansa reluctantly opened her eyes to look at Shae's disapproving face, her forehead wrinkled. "I'm not going." She declared, the dried tears tightening her cheeks. "So it doesn't matter."
"You will go. You are the King's aunt now, you will be required to attend." Shae said firmly. Sansa glared up at her, unwilling to move. Shae simply shook her head, pulling her from her seat and propelling her back towards the capitol. "Your husband is waiting for you, my Lady."
Fresh tears pricked at Sansa's eyes and she felt her breath catch in her throat as Shae led her away. She took one last look over her shoulder, catching a glimpse of the last ship leaving the harbour, her dream sailing away with it. It was such a beautiful dream. A tear slipped down her cheek as she turned, reluctantly following Shae back into the Lion's den.