He took a song and a kiss and left me nothing but a bloody cloak.

“…this was a bitter tormented soul, a sinner who mocked both gods and men. He served but found no pride in service. He fought but took no joy in victory. He drank, to drown his pain in a sea of wine. He did not love, nor was he loved himself. It was hate that drove him. Though he committed many sins he never sought forgiveness…”


Not a bother at all and sorry to be so late in answering
there are a lot of great ones on archiveofourown.org and the sansaxsandor community on lj has some great ones as well :)
He did not kiss her. Don’t worry, I had to do the same thing. GRRM has stated that Sansa is an “unreliable narrator” and that the misremembered kiss will “eventually mean something”
source - http://awoiaf.westeros.org/index.php/UnKiss
Sorry for the late reply anon, I’ve been very busy lately! Hope you are enjoying the books
xo
queeninthenorth
Some instinct made her lift her hand and cup his cheek with her fingers. The room was too dark for her to see him, but she could feel the stickiness of the blood, and a wetness that was not blood. “Little bird,” he said once more, his voice raw and harsh as steel on stone.