I really love modern AUs for SanSan but have a horrible track record in writing them.
I’m working on this, let me know what you think. Here’s the first rough couple of paragraphs from, “In Her Ladyship’s Secret Service.” It’s a mix of Bodyguard and Game of Thrones.
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“....twenty-three, twenty-four….uhhhh,shhhhhh, twenty-five!” Sandor fought with the last chest press in his set before he lifted the three hundred and sixty pound bar back to its holder. He was sweating in the stark mugginess of his garage, breathing hard from the exertion. There was a huge sense of satisfaction with his new best weight, which meant he couldn’t help but crack a grin as he lay there exhausted. Retirement from the special forces had not always had its upsides, to be frank there had been way more lows on his road to a normal existence. Somehow the fighter in Sandor always seemed to make it through, this time would be no exception -- even if it had taken him a long time.
The ring of his cellphone startled Sandor from where he lay on the bench. Partly because nobody ever called him, and partly because he hadn’t recognized the ring, precisely because of the fact that no one ever called him. A vicious circle some might say, Sandor just referred to it as peace and fucking quiet.
Wiping his sweaty face with a towel, Sandor spied the phone on his workbench so as to solve the case of the mystery caller from afar. Bronn, rolling his eyes, Sandor took a moment to consider whether he should pick up, or let the call die.
There had been a time in Sandor’s life where he and Bronn of the Blackwater had been as thick as thieves. They had grown up in the slums of King’s Landing and signed up for the army as a way to raise themselves up from the poverty and the hunger of Flea Bottom. They’d gone to war together, studied tactics together, and been picked for the special forces together. Seven hells, they’d even shared the same girl once.
