My final Head Over Boots chapter is up and ready on Ao3.
Thank you so much to everyone who read, left kudos, or commented. You made my first posting experience the best<3!
Sandor stretched his legs and adjusted his back against the bark. A silence was starting to form again but Sansa decided to keep herself busy with pulling out some grass. It was his turn to fix the awkwardness.
“Your family?” he finally asked, “How’ve they been doing?”
Ah, asking after the family, good choice. A classic.
“They have been doing great I think. Apparently, my sister has started Gymkhana lessons, continuing her duty of keeping the whole household on their toes. She and Bran supposedly broke a vase while playing around with a lance one night and so Mum has been forced to add swords and lances to the list of things that are not to be played with indoors.”
Sansa smiled as she thought back to how dramatically her mother had relayed the events to her.
“That then caused Rickon to go on a hunger strike because he’s been going through what one could call a medieval phase and was not happy about the sudden sword ban. His strike only lasted about a day because Dad went into design-mode and made him a straw man to hack away at. It was enough to satisfy Rickon into acceptance of the newly passed law. The only thing I’d like to know is where the bloody hell did that 12-year-old find a sword ?”
