Bad Dreams / Sandor Clegane

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Daenarys was headed to winterfell to fight the army of the dead. They thought Cersei's armies were on their way as well.

''They got the walker to your mother. They are on their way back.'' Bran remarked the next morning. Amelia nodded not willing to open her eyes and wake up yet.

Amelia realized there was something she wasnt telling him. She was letting him believe there was a future. And not to say there wasn't a future down the road for them. It was a possibility. She did love him. But her heart was still breaking from the last man she loved the last man she saw die before her very eyes.

But that happy haze from the morning had faded. Bran had told them they were coming back. But Amelia saw a distance in his eyes, something he wasnt telling them.

"Bran... you are the sweetest, most wonderful boy in the world." he suddenly didn't like what this was going. " and I just want you to know I'm really grateful. I love you so much. But right now I can't be the girl you deserve." Amelia admitted " I wish I could be. Because that girl is gonna be the luckiest girl in the world."

" I can wait for you." he said softly, and she believed him as he said it.

" you could be waiting a very long time." Amelia countered

" that's OK." he assured.

" and if I'm never ready? To move on?" Amelia whimpered.

" that's OK too." he assured her. " because you will always be the best thing that happened to me." Amelia hugged him tight and felt the tears dribble down her cheeks.

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"Check mate." Amelia said and Bran's eyes flickered around the board. He moved a piece knowing he lost and she tipped his king over. "Are you going to tell me whats on your mind?" Amelia asked as Bran reset the board. Bran looked back at her. "I know it's something." She offered softly. Bran moved the board off the bed as she knelt between his legs.

"The night king captured one of Daenarys Targaryen's dragons. He has a dragon of his own. Breathes ice instead of fire." Bran informed her.

"Oh, thats... if someone kills the night king," her fingers traced the mark on his arm. "Will the ice dragon fall too?"

"Yes." Bran agreed.

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Amelia tried to prove that she was good. Her lannister name didnt define her. Sansa and Arya wanted her to be the enemy though.

"My mind and me don't get along so well." Amelia remarked when Bran found her. "It's hard to talk and feel heard when I always feel like a burden. Then it gets hard to breathe..."

"Amelia-' Bran reached out for her.

" I don't want to add to concern I know they already have with everything.... But if I pull back the curtain, then maybe they see I'm hurting to, maybe they believe. Maybe they will be a little more certain they're not the only one lost."

Sansa stared back at them as Amelia paced anxiously.

"I'm constantly having this talk with myself." Amelia whispered. "Thinking maybe it would be better if I just wasnt here. If I... if the last of the Lannisters were just gone." She sobbed out.

"I don't believe that." Bran assured. "I know your heart."

"And I'm Trying Bran. I'm trying to fight something that my eyes can't see, my mind and me, we don't get along sometimes and it get's hard to breathe with Sansa and Arya telling me and everyone else that I'm a monster. That I'm this evil villain that has been conspiring against them all. I'm not!" Amelia declared. She was trying to be perfect, to do as they said and kept her mouth shut and obeyed but she was one wrong step from drowning herself in her own tears.