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The scenery was peaceful and only a few birds were chirping in the trees above them. After the wedding when Serena and Edric had gone on the honeymoon, Sansa and Sandor had spontaneously decided to go for a trip as well.
Sansa had gotten them a small holiday house at the great lake of Torren’s Square and they had driven there the day after Serena and Edric had flown to Braavos.
It had been quite a while since the last time they had gone on a trip alone or in general. Sansa’s job only allowed trips during the semester breaks and even then, for years they had to look for the time when these weeks overlapped with Serenas holidays.
That was the past though and now Sandor was sitting on the terrace overlooking the lake enjoying the afternoon sun with a cup of coffee and some pastry they had bought on their way back from a bicycle trip they had taken this morning.
Serena and Edric regularly send them updates on where they currently were and what they had done. They spend two weeks in Braavos and surrounding lands and this morning they had visited the remains of the Titan of Braavos.
Sandor was happy that the two newlyweds had some time to travel before Serena would start her PhD. at WU. While Serena had the chance to get a PhD. position in every lab without trouble at WU she had decided to take a free position at Sansa’s lab because her mother's research was what interested her most.
Sandor had first thought that there might be trouble due to conflict of interest if a daughter was doing her PhD. in her mother’s lab, but the university had no troubles with it since two other professors would also be Serena’s supervisors.
In just a few weeks Serena would start in the lab and Sansa still had to do some paperwork for extra funds financing their daughter’s position, that’s why she was currently writing emails instead of enjoying the scenery and her fresh lemon cakes in front of her.
While Sansa focused on her administrative work, Sandor let the wedding pass by his inner eye once again.
Catelyn had indeed been able to book Winterfell’s godswood for the wedding and the company she, Sansa, and Serena had chosen to organize everything had done an outstanding job of decorating godswood.
The whole Stark family had been present together with Edric’s. Edric had chosen one of his friends from his time in the navy as his groomsman, while Serena had chosen friends from her childhood and of her bachelor at WHU. Serena had been stunning in her dress and equally stunning had been Edric in his custom-tailored Stresemann. When Sandor had led Serena down the aisle everybody present had been stunned by her appearance and nobody could deny the love Edric felt for his daughter seeing him smile as she came towards him.
“Who comes before the Old Gods?” the registrar who was necessary asked.
“Serena Stark,” Sandor said.
“And who comes to take her hand in marriage?”
“Edric Flint,” Edric said smiling at Serena.
“Serena Stark, did you come here freely to marry this man, without any force or pressure?” The registrar asked like it was required by the law of him.
“Yes, I come here freely by my own will to take this man,” his daughter said.
At this moment Sandor had been so stunned that his daughter was being married in a few moments that he had forgotten his part of placing her hand in Edric’s so he could put the ring on her finger.
Sandor had been ripped from his thoughts when Serena had gently pulled on his hand and whispered to him that he now had to let go of her.
“Do I really have to?” Sandor had asked japing.
“I fear so, my dear Papa,” she had said chuckling and he had gently placed her hand in Edric’s before he had taken his seat next to Sansa between the other guests.
Sansa of course had noticed what had just happened and teased him with it.
“See? It wasn’t so hard to let go of your tiny bird, wasn’t it?” she had whispered before kissing his cheek.
“Not for you,” he had teased back before they had watched the rest of the ceremony as his daughter and his new son-in-law had exchanged their rings and vows, they had written beforehand.
After the ceremony, they had celebrated till the early hours of the morning in the great hall of Winterfell castle, even after Serena and Edric had left for their honeymoon.
Sandor smiled every time he thought about this evening and the way Serena had beamed with joy the whole evening.
“What you smiling at?” Sansa asked him closing her laptop, taking a sip from her coffee.
“I just wallowed in the memories of the wedding,” he said refilling his cup, before refilling his wife’s.
“It was a very memorable ceremony and celebration,” Sansa said and look at her phone which she hadn’t looked at since she had started to work on her laptop.
“Oh Serena wrote,” she said. “They spent a day at the beach and…”
“And what?” Sandor asked.
“She sent a picture. It just loaded,” Sansa said and handed him the phone.
Sandor smiled at the picture and handed the phone back to his wife.
“Looks like they have a good time,” Sandor said.
“As it is to be expected from a newlywed couple,” Sansa said. “And someday we might get the news that we become grandparents.”
“Aye, but not too soon I hope, after all, she is still so young,” he said.
“Aye, but already older than us when we got blessed with our little girl.”
“That’s true I guess,” he said laughing.
Sansa stretched her arms and sighed happily.
“It’s so nice here. You know that this is a little like the honeymoon we two never had,” she said.
“I think you are right,” he said.
Sansa got up from her chair and sat down on his lap.
“You know if this is our honeymoon, I think we should do what newlywed couples do as well,” she said and bit her lower lip.
“Well, it would be a shame to not spend our honeymoon in our bedroom for a significant time, wouldn’t it?” He asked.
“That’s exactly my thought,” she said and he picked her up which made her squeal like a teenager.
“Well then, wife, let’s go inside.”
The End.