Chapter 6
The taste of freedom
(Sandor)
I watched my wolf as she slept on and stroked her hair from her face. Kissed by fire, my girl was polite but always that fire that hid within her soul. It kept me at her side, ready to do a thousand battles for her. I hoped that the warden of the north was safe. I hoped that my king was safe. A raven was sent from winterfell to Braavos to say that Cersei had been executed for treason and incest. Joffrey, myrcella and young tommen had been shipped off to Dorne as bastards and stripped of their titles.
I felt like cheering and Sansa woke up "It seems you have your freedom to marry for love, my little wolf" I produced a gift of betrothal, a token of my love. Sansa looked shocked "But these cloths are only given as a marriage gift. Sandor, are you proposing to me?"
"Not yet, you are a young girl of ten and three years little wolf. I wish to be your betrothed until you feel you are ready to be my bride. Remember what I said about men." Sandor said gently not in a mocking way as he stroked her cheek.
"Yes, you said all men are killers" Sansa said quietly
"You are learning little wolf, I also said that there was something sweeter besides, that it would be sweeter to have you by my side and I can't imagine what would make me happier." Sansa flew into his arms crying with happiness "Oh Sandor, I promise to be a good wife, I have grown to love you" Sandor chuckled as he hugged Sansa gently and kissed her lips softly "Go find your sister. I have to get back to the Smithy" Sansa waved as she left the small but moderate house and Sandor sighed as he wrote Lord Stark a thank you letter for the news that Sansa was safe from Cersei and Joffrey.
~The great city of Braavos~
"Arya, I have news, wonderful news" Arya gaped at her sister as she danced through the streets
"It must be good, sansa, I have never seen you smile this much" Arya said as they walked to the food stall together. "Cersei is dead, she or Joffrey can no longer torment our family, Sandor showed this letter to me from our father." Arya's face fell "That means we have to go home, oh sansa" Arya wept alarming her sister "What's wrong my goodsister?"Arya could not speak for tears but when she calmed, sansa sat beside her. "Tell me so that I might help you with your sadness."
"I have met someone from Braavos, his name is Jaqen H'agar and I don't know if I love him or I had a flight of fancy. Can't we stay longer?" Sansa smiled slyly "Oh, Arya, I didn't say we would return home straight away just that we would go home eventually. We can stay so you may make your choice. But Arya, you haven't had your moonblood." Arya groaned "I know, will you and Sandor at least meet Jaqen." Sansa smiled and threw her arms about arya "We will goodsister. Please tell him to join us for a meal tonight?" Arya jumped up and down in excitement. "I will, oh thank you sansa for being understanding" Arya ran off towards the temple. Sansa headed back through the marketplace and towards their humble home to tell Sandor about their guest that night to come.