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chapter sixteen. i miss you, im sorry
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𝕿ALIANA sat stiffly on the horse, behind Sandor Clegane, with Lady Cerella pressed behind her and Arya Stark—bloodied and unconscious slumped across the saddle. Her hands trembled where they held the reins. Her cheeks were streaked with soot and tears, and her eyes burned as she tried not to look back.
Behind them, House Stark burned. Its men. Its honor. Its king.
Taliana kept her head low as Sandor guided the horse through the chaos, waving a Frey banner high to avoid being cut down. All around them, Stark men were being butchered, their cries swallowed by fire and steel.
Then came the cheering.
A roar rose from the crowd: "The King in the North! The King in the North!"
Taliana's head snapped up.
She froze.
On a horse in the center of it all... was Robb. But not truly. His wolf's head had been grotesquely sewn onto his decapitated body.
Taliana's breath left her.
Lady Cerella buried her face in Taliana's back, but Taliana couldn't look away. Her throat tightened as her eyes flooded. Her Robb. The man who had made her feel safe in a world of wolves and war. Now... defiled.
A broken sob escaped her.
Sandor turned the horse sharply, forcing her to tear her gaze from the nightmare. But still, she looked back one last time as her heart shattered.
And beneath her breath, in a voice so soft not even the gods would catch it, she whispered:
"I will find you again. In this life or the next."
—— ୨୧ ——
𝕿ALIANArested her head on Sandor back as they rode through the woods, she had spoken. She barely breathed. Taliana heard men laughing making her lift her head, Lady Cerella had bags underneath her eyes as she was traumatized.
