You don't have to be cruel to me because you hate him. I want to be a good wife to you. I want to love you and...just try? Please? All I ask is that you try.

( Sansa is already nude so she sits at the edge of the bed, waiting for Sandor to finish with his boots. He's muscled as heavily as she'd imagined he would be, thick cords of muscle dotted with the scars of a warrior. )