Selfish // Sandor Clegane

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈

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𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 extremely slow in my sorrow.

The only company I had was Stranger, Sandor's horse, who's now mine and started to cooperate and agreed to accompany me in my journey to the Wall.

Castle Black wasn't a good place for a woman, but as I approached North I heard the villagers talk about how my half-brother, Jon Snow is now Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. He'll help me.

Days came and went and after some time months felt like nothing and spending my time sobbing and literally talking to a horse, who would slap me if he could wasn't helping.

Why did you leave me Sandor?

Brienne of Tarth. The name left a bitter taste on my toungue. I wish I had been there, I couldn't do much, but trading my life for Sandor's was a price I could pay.

Stranger slams his hooves, uneasily to the white ground, making my attention shift from my small fire to the bushes nearby.

Deep preying eyes glowed through the full of snow twigs. Along with the eyes, I sight a pair of luscious, sharp teeth. The creature makes no sound approaching us. Both me and Stranger tense at the beast.

Then, the familiar face of my friend recognises me and I, her. It was Ryne.
Cautiously, she walks closer and nudges my hand with her nose. I place my hand on her head, gently stroking her. The Direwolf's ears bend and she melts under my touch.

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𝐑𝐘𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆. I didn't expect her to, but she did. After spending time in the wild, most likely alone it was expected of her just to give me a quick 'hello', not to come with me. It didn't bother me, though, well it actually made me feel better.

She helped me hunt when Sansa's stolen jewels-Gods bless them- were sold. I was so grateful for the rabbits she caught or strangers she bit or growled at to take care of me.
In colder nights, Stranger sat down next to me and so did Ryne, sharing their heat with me.

But when Ryne started to sniff my belly quite often and getting more protecting I realised that my monthly bleeding wasn't gone because of my lack of food and lots of stress and crying.

I crawl into a ball, hugging my knees and I find myself calling Sandor's name softly. Oh, if he could be now with me when I need him the most to be my husband...

Stranger bends closer to me and pokes me with his nose. I wipe the tears and wrap my hands around the horse's neck. He understood what's happening, too.

If my calculations are true we'll arrive at Catle Black months enough before the little one comes.

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