Got One-Shots Book 2

Last Wish (Father!Sandor Clegane x reader x Unnamed!fem OC{mother})

(WARNINGS: Mentions of death)

Sandor was angry. Not at anyone or anything in general. He was angry at the world. After so long, Sandor finally found happiness. He was given the title of Lord Clegane when the Great War was over and he had a wife and child. He no longer had to fight to survive and people no long looked at him like he was a monster, even though he was. But now, part of his happiness was slowly fading away.

"Father?" Sandor looked up to meet the gaze of his child. You gave him a small smile. "Mother's dying, isn't she?" you asked, slowly approaching him. Sandor sighed and ran his hand over his face. He didn't know what to tell you other than the truth and he didn't mind. He never wanted to shield you from the realities of the world. It was one thing he and your mother disagreed on. "Yeah. She is."

"What can I do?" Sandor motioned you over. You had inherited your mother's kindness. "Your mother has one request. She wants ya ta marry before she dies." You frowned. None of you had even talked about marriage before. Sandor was very protective of you and wouldn't marry you off to just anyone. "Marriage?" Sandor nodded. Knowing you couldn't deny your mother's last wish, you agreed. "Then I will do it. For Mother's sake."

After you left him, Sandor went back to your mother. "Y/N has agreed ta marry. I have no idea who ta marry them ta though." Your mother smiled. "Lady Stark has a child around Y/N's age as does Lord Lannister." Sandor frowned. "No way in all Seven Hells am I betrothing my child to a Lannister," he growled and your mother laughed. "Then contact Lady Stark. I am certain Sansa will agree." So, Sandor sent a raven, hoping it would reach Sansa in time. He wanted to honor your mother's dying wish.

In a whirlwind, you found yourself preparing for marriage to the heir of Winterfell. Sansa had agreed to travel down to your home so your mother wouldn't have to be moved. You knew Sansa's child wasn't too thrilled about being married to you, but you also knew it was possible for love to grow from an arranged marriage. And that's what your mother was hoping for when it came to you. Love and happiness.

You married the Stark child in a private ceremony the night after they arrived. It was just the two of you, your small families, and the septon. No huge feast, no bedding, just a small ceremony binding the two of you to one another for life. Your mother was crying when the ceremony was finished and she coughed in between sobs of joy. Sandor frowned seeing your mother still so ill.

The next morning, you woke up to a pounding at the door. Slipping on your robe, you walked over to the door. You servant was standing there, tears in her eyes. "Mother?" you asked, your voice soft, not wanting to wake your sleeping spouse. "She is asking for you." Nodding, you closed the door and quickly threw on some clothes.

You made your way to your parents chambers and opened the door. Your father was at your mother's side. "Thank you, my love," you heard your mother say. Then, nothing. It was as if the air was sucked out of the room. "Mother?" Sandor looked up at you. You saw tears in his eyes, something you never thought you'd see. Sandor didn't cry. Ever.

Sandor got up and walked over to you. "She's gone, Y/N." You sucked in a breath, fighting back your own tears. You hugged your father and hid your sobs in his large chest. You didn't cry much either, but you figured Sandor would forgive you just this once. Sandor let his own tears fall as he held you. As he cried with you, he felt glad that he had been able to grant your mother's last wish.