you are Sandor’s wife and you just gave birth to a baby boy- just what was expected of you. however, while you are healthy and on the road to a perfect recovery, your son was sickly and if he survived, he’d likely live the life of a cripple- something no one wished for their child.

“he’s so tiny...” Sandor murmured, holding his son’s little hand between his forefinger and thumb as you cradled him. unlike other men, Sandor would never abandon his children.