"Gods," you uttered, "I haven't even spoken with him about this yet." Sansa chuckled, "but he kissed me, and he told me that he would come back to me."
"It sounds like love to me," she told you softly, a small grin finding its way onto her lips.
*Time Skip*
You were sure quite how they had done it, but your army had won against the Night King. The realisation hit you when you awoke to the sounds of cheers outside. You quickly shook Sansa awake.
"Listen," you told her, sliding off of her bed and onto your feet. You weren't quite sure when you had fallen asleep, nor how long you had been resting for, but as you glanced out of the window you saw the chaos that had been caused, and the men among it, covered in blood but still alive, were human. "We won," you started quietly, your head snapping back to stare at Sansa in surprise. "We won," you repeated, your voice higher and louder than it had been moments ago.
Sansa jumped from the bed and ran to your side, wrapping you in a tight hug. "We should go to the courtyard-" she paused for a moment, "-if Jon and Arya are still alive they will want to see us. And I don't doubt you'll want to see Sandor."
The two of you walked together through the corridors, your hands clasped tightly together in fear of what you may find when you finally reached your destination. There would be people that you had grown to love missing from your lives from here on out, and there was no way of knowing who would be gone.
You paused when you reached the final door, pulling Sansa to a stop. "Take a deep breath," she told you softly, her grip on your hand tightening slightly.
And then, you were outside, surrounded by people covered in blood and dirt. You rushed forward when you saw Jon, dropping Sansa's hand as you ran to him.
He looked shocked for a moment, and then his arms moved to wrap around you, tucking you into his side as Sansa reached you both.
"Arya?" she asked. It worried you that you didn't even have to ask the full question to know what was being asked.
"She's on her way," Jon answered, "insisted on settling her men before resting."
You released a sigh of relief, resting your forehead against Jon's armour plated chest. "And what of Sandor Clegane?" Sansa had asked the question you were too scared to even consider.
"I haven't seen him," Jon answered simply, and you felt as though someone had punched you in the chest. Your breathing became more uneven, and your eyes welled up, and suddenly, Sansa was holding you close and cooing in your ear.
"It's okay," she told you softly, "he could still be here somewhere, lost in the crowd." Jon looked at Sansa in confusion, and she waved her hand slightly. "Y/N and Sandor have become very close recently." You heard him hum his understanding and then his hand was rubbing your back in soothing circles, the three of you huddled close together.
You continued to sob into Sansa's shoulder, unable to regain your calm demeanour. And then she gasped, shifting you so that she could look into your eyes. She swiped at the tears that littered your cheeks, smiling at you so sweetly that your heart swelled slightly.
"Have you seen lady Y/N?" the voice boomed out, and your eyes went wide as you struggled out of her arms, twisting your neck to search for the voice.
When your eyes met his you began crying all over again, watching as he shoved his way through the crowd to reach you. His lips were on yours before you even knew what was happening, your legs wrapping around him as he lifted you off of your feet. "Sandor," you uttered, craning your neck to avoid his lips for a moment, "Sandor," you repeated, and he paused, resting his forehead against yours as you spoke. "My family are here," you told him softly, your fingers brushing over his scars. He paused for a moment, kissing your forehead before placing you back on the ground.
You were blushing spectacularly as you glanced over at Jon, who was biting back a laugh at the display. "Right," Sandor paused for a moment, "I've been considering this a lot over the last few weeks," he started and you glanced at him in confusion. "My Lord, I would like to ask your permission to marry your sister."
This time Jon failed at holding back the laugh that bubbled up in his throat. "As much as I would like to give it to you, it is not my permission to give." Sandor looked rather perplexed by this new bit of information and glanced at you for a moment.
"Jon isn't the Lord of Winterfell, Bran is," you told him softly, taking his large hand in yours and squeezing it lightly.
"Though that may be true," Jon interrupted, "it isn't what I meant." You tilted your head slightly, your brows furrowing. "I only mean that it is Y/N's choice to make, not anyone else's." Sansa smiled at you, a sweet smile that you hadn't truly seen since you were children.
Sandor tensed slightly, turning to look down at you. "Well?" he asked as you grinned up at him.
"Of course, I'll marry you," you answered, chuckling as he pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss.
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