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One minute Harrie was walking under her cloak in Hogsmeade, where she wasn’t supposed to be, and the next moment she was under the sun in someone else’s body. Her vision greyed out briefly and then. Her eyes opened in an entirely different place.
She squirmed, feeling a little more solid than before, her head weighed down a little. She reached up to bring some strands to look at, seeing bright red hair. The dress she was wearing was tight and form fitting and.
She was being led somewhere.
“Walk with me. I want to show you something.”
The young boy in front of her was dressed in rich garments, clothing that wouldn’t look out of place in medieval times. The crown on his head certainly added to the image. His blue eyes though… Harrie tilted her head at the look in his eyes. Something flickered in them that reminded her of Dudley. Cruelty for the sake of laughing at people.
Screams echoed in the…hall they were in, a great hall with an even greater throne in it. The throne was built out of all swords, melted down and terrifying. Harrie shivered at the sight of it.
Another scream echoed in the hall and her gaze was drawn to the man that was being held down by two soldiers. Another guard held a wicked looking knife in his hands and. Harrie quickly turned away, her stomach roiling as flesh hit the floor.
“Do as you’re bid, child,” the man to her left said, much, much taller than her and. He had a scarred face, half burned and. Harrie shivered, confusion echoing through her at the hall, at the people who were just standing around as men cut the tongue out of someone.
Harrie reluctantly followed the king, her stomach still roiling. It didn’t just feel like her unease; this body felt bruised and aching. She could feel bruises on her face, one lip was cut and her back was bruised up as well. It felt like that one weekend after Hagrid had brought her back from Diagon Alley, when she had been eleven. Uncle Vernon had hit her multiple times that weekend, as if in retaliation for…everything.
They left through a back door and out to the side of the big throne hall, seeing the sun and the walls that lined the keep. There was a moat, or at least a place for a moat that surrounded the path.
And.
It was as if she walked in a daze, hearing words come out of the teenage king’s mouth and not recognizing them or fully hearing them.
The echoes of grief threatened to swallow her up and she idly recognized it as not her own. Her…soulmate was grieving, lost and in danger, if the looks--
“And as soon as you’ve had your blood, I’ll put a son in you.”
Harrie jerked. She’d heard of other wizards and witches who had swapped bodies with their soulmate but. This. This was not even in England.
They suddenly stopped alongside the pikes in the moat, stopping and the teenage king sneered at her. Jerked a thumb towards one of the heads on the pikes. Harrie swallowed and peered up at the head, wondering if this was one of her soulmate’s family members or a friend.
Buckbeak was being threatened with this. With decapitation.
The king stared at her for a minute, his eyes widening subtly. As if her reaction was not as he had hoped it would be. As if he expected pain and trauma. As if he had expected to take a certain kind of glee from her soulmate’s pain.
Harrie stared back at him and was at least thankful that she was taking her soulmate’s place for now. She wouldn’t give the boy who thought he was a king the same satisfaction.
“This one’s your father,” the king said, gesturing up to the head of an older man. The head was starting to decompose, its skin pale and rotting and. The cut didn’t look clean, the edges of the skin raw and ragged.
Harrie sucked in a soft breath. So it was her soulmate’s father. The same echoes of surprise and pain and loss danced through her soulmate’s body, threatening to bowl her over, making her knees threaten to buckle. She straightened her body, locking her knees down like she had done when she had faced down the basilisk.
“This one here. Look at it and see what happens to traitors,” the boy urged, his sneer widening.
Harrie stared back, hearing one of the two guards behind her step up and grab her shoulders. Keeping her from moving. Harrie’s magic sparked along her skin and the king’s guard yelped, stumbling back and holding up his hands like they hurt him.
“Ser Meryn.” The king glared at the man behind her, glaring daggers at the much taller man. “Hold her!”
Ser Meryn tried again with no reluctance, grabbing her shoulders even tighter. Her shoulders ached underneath the steel gloves and. Harrie twitched and her magic flared again, her own anger against Malfoy and the Ministry and the wizarding world coming to the fore.
The knight screamed and stumbled back.
Harrie stared at the king, glaring at him, thoughts running through her mind. Her soulmate was apparently being held hostage. Her father and…she glanced at the other heads.
“See? Look at the others! Your brother doesn’t stand a chance against the armies of the king!”
Harrie tilted her head, feeling her scalp start to itch under the weight of the intricate hold it was in. “I’m sorry but you’re just a boy.”
The king jerked, the sneer disappearing. “How dare you! Ser Meryn, hit her! My mother says a king should not hit his lady wife but.”
Harrie let out a sound that was more akin with a growl. She sidestepped Ser Meryn and shoved hard. There was no magic in this body or at least not her kind. But she had her hands.
The knight screamed again and tumbled over the side of the path, right down into the stone moat. Harrie flinched at the loud squelch a moment later but otherwise stayed where she was.
“You remind me of my cousin,” Harrie said, staring at the king, who was staring at her with wide eyes. “He was a bully, like you. You also remind me of Malfoy, which is not really a good comparison.”
“Guards!”
“I don’t even know your name,” Harrie continued, taking a step towards the boy.
The king stared at her, his skin paling, his blond hair a little askew. “You killed Ser Meryn! Guards! Come quick!”
The other guard behind her did step up to her, staring at her with what looked like uncertainty in his eyes.
“You’re not even worth the time,” Harrie muttered in her soulmate’s body.
She heard the running of men, of steel booted men, and shivered. She didn’t know where she was. She didn’t know where safety was. Her soulmate was being held hostage and she couldn’t apparate.
Armored guards appeared around the corner down the hallway and she stepped back. The king sneered at her and took a step towards her.
“Mother says I’m still to marry you. So you’ll stay here…and obey, even if you killed one of my guards.”
Harrie stared at him. “I could shove you off too.”
The king twitched, blinking at her, his skin paling even more.
“I could think of nothing worse than wedding a boy, especially you,” Harrie added, wrinkling her nose at the thought of marrying him. “I’m only thirteen. My soulmate’s only thirteen.”
“Lady Sansa. King Joffrey…”
The guard behind her spoke, stepping up to her side.
Oh. That must have been her soulmate’s name. Sansa. Harrie’s heart, or at least, Sansa’s heart skipped a beat.
“I am the King! You must do as I say!”
Harrie closed the distance between her and the teenager, the boy who was roughly her own age, and stared at her. The guards caught up to them and waded in, drawing blades to protect their king from an unknown threat. They didn’t think anything of her until the king pointed at her.
“Hold her!”
She shuddered, reaching for her wand and finding nothing. Her magic rose up and protected her even without it, flooding the hallway with power. It was with her even though she wasn’t in her own body. It uncoiled from her soul and lashed out, her emotions lashing out too.
Harrie hurriedly reeled it back in and stumbled back to the hallway, just right next to the moat. The guards were lying on the ground, either dead or unconscious. She didn’t really care. The king…teenage boy…was… He looked dead. His skin pale and his eyes unseeing. If Harrie squinted, she couldn’t see a hint of breath being taken. Harrie took a minute to think about it, to think about the two deaths she had caused. If she was going to be honest with herself, she didn’t particularly care. They had both threatened her soulmate. The king had ordered her soulmate’s father beheaded.
The only one left standing was the scarred man.
“Lady Sansa…” The man paused, his voice shaky. “What the fuck just happened?”
The king had mentioned Sansa’s brother, had mentioned her brother’s army. Harrie just had to get her soulmate out of…
“Where am I?”
“King’s Landing. This is the Red Keep. What the fuck just happened?”
Harrie didn’t know how long she had in her soulmate’s body but. “How do I get out of here?”
The scarred man stared down at her for several minutes. Harrie cleared her throat.
The man blinked and jerked as if coming back to the present. “Come. I’ll take you to the stables. Whatever just--”
It would probably just confuse the man if Harrie told him the truth. Told him that Sansa was in Harrie’s body right now. Plus… Harrie didn’t know how long she’d be here. It might work in Sansa’s favor to be a little…scary.
“Thanks.”
This body seemed like it knew how to ride a horse. Or at least… Harrie vaguely hoped that this body knew how to ride a horse. She’d only ridden Buckbeak once and that was mostly not on the ground.
Harrie looked down at the scarred man, watching as he saddled up two horses.
“What are you doing?”
“If you’re running to your brother, you won’t be safe on the road. I’ll go with you.”
Harrie swallowed. His words had a bit of truth to them. She didn’t know how long she was going to be in Sansa’s body and. It would make her feel better knowing that Sansa had a protector once she was back in her own body.
“You won’t…” Harrie trailed off, watching as the man finally led two horses out. Bells were sounding from the keep. They were loud and eerie sounding, almost mournful. “You won’t hurt me.”
“Aye, I won’t hurt you. Not after what you did. Didn’t know Northerners could do that.”
Harrie’s lips twitched, a smile threatening to escape. Chose consciously to keep up the facade of her soulmate being able to use magic.
The scarred man blinked up at her, walking up to her and hoisting her up into the saddle all in one go. Harrie yelped and jolted, clinging onto the saddle and glaring at him.
“You know how to ride, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Harrie muttered, stroking the mane of her black horse and tentatively urging it into a walk. The man did the same, staring at her and grabbed the reins of her horse.
“Come on. We have to go.”
Harrie stayed silent as the man rode, leading her horse alongside. They both stayed silent as they galloped through the city, now very alert. Guards spilled out from many directions and they continued to ride, taking alleyways when they could. Bells clanged from everywhere at once, loud and mournful. Shouts echoed from the Keep.
They slid through gates and right out through a quiet, small tunnel in the stone, leaving the city behind.
“What was that then?” the scarred man asked, turning to look at her as they slowed to a walk. Their horses were breathing hard, coming down from a race to the finish line.
Harrie took a minute to think about a possible answer, tilting her head and running her fingers through her soulmate’s red hair. Northerners. The man had said that word, like Harrie’s soulmate was from the north. “We don’t tell a lot of people about it.”
The man blinked, pushing some of his hair in front of his scarred half. “What.”
“Magic.” Harrie yawned, feeling suddenly achy all of a sudden, worn down. “How come you decided to defect?”
“I was…the king’s hound, a dog, not…a kingsguard. I’m not a knight.”
There was a bit of bitterness to his voice, to his words, and Harrie chose to not comment. She wondered what Sansa was doing in her body right now.
Sansa jerked and bolted upright from the cold stone ground. She coughed and pushed the cloak that was on top of her head off, sucking in a chilled breath of air. It was cold and wet around her, making her shiver. Goosepimples rolled up her arms as she took in the sight around her.
It wasn’t King’s Landing. It wasn’t the Red Keep. It had been sunny and warm in the city and it wasn’t here.
People walked and ran around her, laughing and yelling. No one paid any mind to her. There were kids her own age wandering around sucking on little candies, candies that had sticks attached at the bottom of them.
She glanced up and blinked at the castle that lay about a mile away, some old stone thing that didn’t look at all like the Red Keep.
Sansa took in a shuddering breath and brushed off her clothes, glancing down at herself and yelping. She was not in the dress she had just been in. She was in robes, warm and comfortable and. Nothing like the dress she had worn. She glanced at the hair that had fallen down, shielding her face from other people, the messy black hair that was in no shape or form.
It wasn’t even pinned back by anything.
Sansa opened her mouth and then closed it, her heart beating fast.
A stick sat tucked into a pocket and she curled her fingers around it.
The whine seemed to echo in the alleyway right behind her. Sansa’s heart skipped a beat at the sound, hearing it again. It sounded like a few dogs, like puppies. Grief threatened to swamp her at the thought, of Lady, of her own father, and she swallowed hard.
She was alone and lost, flashes of her father’s head getting… Her stomach roiled, churning, and she swayed, stumbling over to the building right in front of her.
The whines grew louder and her stomach threatened to heave. She quivered in place before turning down the alley, falling onto her bottom. She coughed, pitching up whatever was in her stomach…or the body she was currently inhabiting, at least.
A cold nose nudged right into her knee, followed by another nose at her elbow. A tongue licked up her cheek, fitting itself between the strands of her black hair.
Sansa giggled at the puppy who had found her, her eyes widening at the sight of it. It wasn’t…
It was a puppy. But. It was one body and…three heads.
Golden fur lined its body, lining the necks. It was nothing like she had ever seen before. Its eyes were white, like the color of ice, almost translucent.
The middle head whined, looking up at her soulfully with grey eyes. The head on the left peered up beyond them, as if keeping an eye on everything. The head on the right nudged into her knee again, licking her cold skin.
The puppy’s middle head whimpered again and butted into her chest, throwing its whole body into her arms. Sansa giggled despite the dog’s three heads, letting out a heavy sigh.
“Harrie?”
“Harrie, you’re not supposed to be here!”
A boy came to kneel by her, his brown eyes soft. He blinked at the dog in her arms, rearing back a bit.
“That’s a three-headed dog. Harrie, that’s dangerous. Wait.”
The boy stared at her and Sansa leaned back, holding onto the puppy tightly. The puppy’s left head growled lowly, peering back at the boy.
“You’re not Harrie.”
“It’s that time, isn’t it?” The boy shrugged, held out his hand. “I’m Neville. I’m one of Harrie’s friends. Who are you?”
Sansa shivered at the words, thankful at least that she could understand them. “What do you mean…time?”
“Sometimes in our world soulmates swap bodies,” Neville explained, gesturing to her. “You’re Harrie’s soulmate.”
“I’m… in someone else’s body?”
“Yeah.”
Sansa grimaced, feeling one of the puppy's heads lick her palm. “My name is Sansa Stark. I don’t know where I am.”
Neville nodded, his eyes flicking down to the puppy in her lap. “I’m more of an expert with plants but…Are you a witch too?”
Sansa shivered hard again, shaking her head. “I’m not…I’m not a witch. What’s going to happen to me?”
Neville smiled reassuringly. “You’ll travel back to your own body in an hour or two. Harrie should too so you’ll be fine.”
“I was… My father… Are you a witch?”
Neville’s eyes lit up. “You’re in the magical world of England. Or well…Scotland. That’s Hogwarts. Your soulmate, Harrie, goes there for school. Come on. We can take the beast to Hagrid. He’ll know what to do with it.”
Sansa hugged onto the puppy tighter, hearing all three heads rumble softly. Thoughts of it being-- “Hagrid… He won’t kill it, will he?”
“No! Of course not! Dangerous beasts are his specialty,” Neville offered, laughing quietly at his own words. “Now… Harrie wasn’t exactly supposed to be in Hogsmeade. She was wearing the cloak for a reason. If you wouldn’t mind…”
Sansa pulled the cloak back on, around her body, seeing Neville gesture at her head and pushed it over her head. It made it difficult to walk, to stand up, but she made it work. And.
“Harrie. That’s…the name of my soulmate?” Sansa asked, picking up the three-headed puppy and holding it close to her chest. The puppy didn’t mind at all, wriggling a little to get comfortable. Its golden fur was dark in a few places but otherwise it was warm and soft. She could hear its heart beat against her chest and something within her loosened up, the tension in her shoulders letting up.
Neville nodded, holding out a hand to help Sansa up. “Yes. Harrie Potter. She wasn’t meant to be here right now but Hagrid won’t mind. Come on.”
Sansa nodded, her heart skipping a beat at the words. She had a soulmate. A soulmate who was apparently a witch. And a witch who did not live in Westeros.
“Are you thirteen too?” Neville asked quietly, as they walked. He led the way back down the path, pulling out an umbrella that Sansa hadn’t seen when it started to rain.
“Yes.”
Neville held up his hand and knocked on Hagrid’s door, glancing at what was Harrie’s body. Harrie was gone for now, leaving Sansa in her place. Sansa, who held a three-headed dog in her arms like something precious. Her knuckles were white, as if she was holding onto the dog for dear life.
“It’s alright. Hagrid won’t hurt the dog,” Neville tried, lowering his voice. Sansa had taken off the cloak a few minutes ago, after Professor McGonagall had left them. “And I’ll make sure Harrie knows the dog’s for you.”
Sansa nodded tentatively, her eyes widening as Hagrid opened the door.
“Harrie, Neville, what brings you two to my door?” Hagrid asked, his voice booming.
Sansa jerked, her eyes still wide. Neville wondered what Sansa looked like, back in her own body, wondered what Harrie was doing.
“Hagrid, Harrie isn’t here,” Neville began, gesturing to Sansa. “It’s her time. Soulmate time, I mean. This is Sansa, Harrie’s soulmate.”
Hagrid blinked, his own eyes widening at the dog in Sansa’s arms. “Where’d you find that one? Fluffy isn’t around, is he?”
Neville’s lips twitched. “I don’t think so.”
Sansa turned to look between them, her mouth opening and closing. The puppy’s left head started to growl again before staring intently at Hagrid. The middle head peered at something beyond Hagrid, licking its chops.
“Hagrid’s half giant. He's a gamekeeper and the Professor for Care of Magical Creatures. He’ll know what to do with the dog.”
“Aye, that I will. Sansa, you said? Did you find other dogs with this pup?”
Hagrid stepped aside, letting the two of them in. “Fang’s in back. I don’t think he’ll mind this pup.”
“I did not,” Sansa whispered, her eyes still wide before she shook her head as if to jolt herself out of her surprise. She stepped into the cabin tentatively, following Neville. She hoped that Harrie was doing alright. Hoped that Joffrey wasn’t in one of his moods again. That always ended with her hit or smacked around by one of his knights.
The dog in her arms whined, its legs jerking. Sansa’s heart rose up into her throat but she lowered it to the floor, watching as it ran right over to a bowl.
“That’s a girl dog,” Hagrid remarked, his eyes glinting as he watched the dog. Neville led her around to a table, sitting them both down at a bench.“Three-headed dogs are rare in our world, Sansa, but they’re around. You have a way with it.”
“I had…” Sansa paused, her eyes closing for a moment before she swallowed. “I had a pup before I came here. A direwolf. Before I went south with my father and sister. Lady was her name.”
“What happened?” Neville asked, his voice soft.
“The Queen ordered my father to kill her.”
Neville blinked and Hagrid stared at her.
“The Queen. Where you’re from…you have a queen?”
“She’s not…” Tears pooled in her eyes at the ache in her chest. “I hate her.”
“You’re safe here, Sansa. No fear on that account,” Hagrid offered. “Harrie’s in no particular danger right now. Or I suppose she’s in a little danger, what with--”
“Hagrid!”
Neville elbowed the half giant and Sansa looked between them, sparing a glance towards the puppy. It had found a bowl of food and its heads were trying to eat, one at a time. She giggled as she watched the puppy, her heart skipping a beat.
“Well…looks like it chose you,” Hagrid remarked idly. “Sometimes they do that. I know of wizarding soulmates. The time they spend in each other’s body differs but it’s never permanent. Do you want to name your pup?”
Sansa hummed, brushing her soulmate’s dark hair back. “How big do they grow?”
Hagrid smiled faintly. “Fluffy, a three-headed dog I had a couple years back, grew to be 13 feet tall thereabouts. About as big as an African Elephant.”
Sansa’s eyes widened. She had only seen pictures of elephants in some of the maester’s books and the Essosi elephants were giant.
“I know Harrie will take care of her for you.”
Neville nodded. “And if I know Harrie, she’ll want to go to your land as soon as possible, maybe when we’re done with Hogwarts.”
“Queenie. That’s her name.”
As if already knowing her name, the three-headed puppy turned around to look up at Sansa and all three heads barked happily.
Sansa smiled.
Hagrid watched her with keen eyes. “Alright. Queenie, it is. Harrie’s got a way with animals too. Buckbeak took a liking to her.”
Neville nodded, turning to look at Sansa. “And Hedwig. I’ve never seen a mail owl that bonded that quickly with its owner.”
Harrie let out a gasping breath as one minute she was on horseback and the next she was back in Hagrid’s cabin. Her breath caught in her chest and she coughed hard, getting used to being back in her own body again.
She ran fingers through her own dark hair and sighed, seeing Neville and Hagrid look at her. “Oh, it’s good to be back.”
“Harrie, you’re back!” Hagrid exclaimed, smiling widely.
A bark echoed throughout the cabin and she turned to look down at the dog on the floor. It was golden haired and three-headed and. “Hagrid. What did Hermione and I tell you about--”
“It’s your soulmate’s,” Neville interrupted, grinning when Harrie blinked at him. “They found each other. I think Queenie knew that it was Sansa in your body and took a liking to her. And you, I think.”
Sansa. Harrie’s heart skipped a beat at the name, wondering what Sansa would think of when she got back in her own body.
“Wait. Queenie?”
“She named it Queenie,” Hagrid explained, reaching over to stroke the dog’s back.
“Who names a three-headed dog--a potentially dangerous animal--Queenie?” Harrie muttered before sighing in small amusement. “My soulmate does. Did…she tell you guys anything?”
“Said she had a pup before she switched bodies with you,” Neville said, shrugging before his eyes darkened in what might have been anger. “A direwolf that she named Lady.”
Harrie grinned at that. “A direwolf…like ancient, extinct apex predator?”
“Oh aye.” Hagrid nodded to her. “She said her queen ordered her father to kill it.”
Harrie swallowed, nodding at the words, her heart breaking. “That… makes a surprising amount of sense, given what I just witnessed. There was no direwolf near her body.”
Neville met her eyes, raising an eyebrow.
Harrie slipped off her chair and knelt down, reaching out her hand to let the three-headed dog, Queenie, sniff her. Queenie peered at her, all three heads giving her their undivided attention.
“She’s going to grow as big as Fluffy, isn’t she?” Harrie asked, as the right head of the puppy licked her easily before the dog nudged its way into her lap.
“That she is. I’ll be happy to keep her for you and Sansa while you’re in school,” Hagrid offered. “When she’s bigger and grown, she can romp around the Forbidden Forest. I’ll talk with the centaurs to allow her entry.”
“Be Queen of the forest,” Harrie said approvingly.
Sansa’s breath hitched and her vision greyed out as she landed back in her own body, feeling the rocking motion of a horse beneath her. Her eyes widened as she blinked past the brief queasiness and widened some more.
There was a horse and rider next to her.
And.
They were clearly not in the Red Keep anymore. Nor were they in King’s Landing. Sansa blinked again, turning to look at the rider next to her and startling, making the horse she was riding prance anxiously.
The Hound was riding next to her. Sandor Clegane was staring straight ahead, peering around at the country around them. Sansa peered at his face while he wasn’t looking at her, seeing his burn scars.
They weren’t on the Kingsroad, that much was clear. But.
“There’s going to be rumors going about,” Sandor said, not looking at her while he spoke, his hands tight on his horse’s reins. “Kingslayer. You pushed Ser Meryn over the wall of course. You’ll need a sworn shield even if you do have powers.”
Sansa twitched, opening her mouth and then closing it.
Kingslayer? Ser Meryn?
What had Harrie done while she was in Sansa’s body?
She tucked one of her hands into her pocket and the tips of her fingers touched paper. Her heart skipped several beats as she gathered it up and brought it up to read.
Dear Sansa,
I…know it’s our first time swapping. I don’t know what your culture has for soulmates but I don’t know how many times we’ll swap bodies. I just know that we do until we meet in person. I figured I’d fill you in on what happened while you were gone. It’s the least I can do for…uh…throwing your life into upheaval again, this time I hope for the better.
King Joffrey showed ‘you’ the heads of your father and allies. I didn’t…I am glad you weren’t there for it. He reminded me of my cousin, who is a bully, and that didn’t really go well. I ended up killing one of the…kingsguard knights? Also a bully, if you ask me.
Sansa flinched at the words about Harrie’s cousin, wondering about how Harrie lived and where she lived other than England, that other world. Her heart fell into her stomach at reading about the heads of her father, of Septa Mordane. She was glad she hadn’t really been there to see them.
I also ended up accidentally killing the king. Our lives were in danger.
I didn’t tell Sandor about you not actually having powers. I think it’s better that way, to keep you safe. I think. I don’t know enough about Westeros to know.
Anyway…I think he’s taking you to your brother’s armies? In Riverrun? I hope that means something to you. I hope that that’s safe.
Your bruises should not be as painful now too. The aforementioned cousin and his parents beat me occasionally too so my magic heals them.
Goosebumps ran up Sansa’s arms at those words. Harrie was only ten and three, like Sansa was, and she’d already been through a lot. And she had saved her. Gotten Sansa out of King’s Landing and gotten her a sworn shield.
She hoped Queenie was alright.
Your soulmate, Harrie Potter.
“I accept--” Sansa paused, remembered that Sandor wasn’t a knight. “Clegane.”
Sandor turned to look at her, nodded. “Very well, my lady. I will shield your back and keep your counsel and give my life for yours, if need be. I swear it, by the old gods and the new. Better you than the mad Joffrey.”
Sansa tried to remember the oath that the maesters had told Bran, the one that was spoken between a sworn shield and a lord or lady. “And I vow that you shall always have a place by my hearth, and meat and mead at my table. And I pledge to ask no service of you that might bring you dishonor. I swear it by the Old Gods and the New.”
Sandor dipped his head in a nod, staring at her slightly before turning to look out at the road ahead of them.
Sansa sighed and turned to look out at the countryside, letting out a deep sigh of relief. She knew Sandor wasn’t just doing this to protect her. Mayhaps it was out of self-preservation too, knowing that Sansa’s brother would arrest him far easier if he wasn’t sworn to her.
“We’re a few days’ ride from Riverrun, maybe more if we have to avoid patrols.”