The Journey We Face (A Sandor Clegane Fanfic)

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Nymaria's POV:
"How was the trip?" Jon questioned with his back resting against the rough surface of the hard stone wall. "Long, tiring, and boring. Did I mention long?" Nymaria chuckled while she began to lay out a few gown choices onto her bed for tonight's feast.

"Well," Jon continued, "At least you are here now. And hopefully for good." The boy smiled sweetly and moved from his spot to walk behind Nymaria. His arms wrapping around her and his chin on her shoulders. "A Stark should never stray too far from home." She scoffed at that. "You're one to talk." Nymaria began picking up a gown to admire the fine stitching and beautiful dark green color.

"The Nights Watch isn't exactly close to home."  She finished. Going through more choices. "I'm not a Stark. Winterfell isn't my home." He paused. Taking a glance at the gown she held in her hands.

"Yes you are." Nymaria huffed, moving from his grasp and turned to face him. "You are every bit a Stark as I am. I don't care what anyone says Jon, you have Stark blood running through your veins." Jon chuckled and she noted an almost sad smile. "Now get out. I have to change." Nymaria informed, ushering him to the chamber door. "As you wish, my lady." Jon mockingly joked, pecking her cheek with a quick kiss before walking out and closing the door behind him.

The feast was in full swing as the people of Winterfell celebrated the return of their beloveds. Nymaria sat at the table with the rest of the Stark children. "Perhaps you can take a day off from your wooing, cousin. I've love a day in the forest. I miss the grand openness of the northern woods. And please can we bring those magnificent wolves of yours?" She pleaded in the hopes it'd be a easy yes.

The curly haired heir looked back, taking his gaze away from the young girls smiling at him. "We can bring them. Jon will want to come too." Nymaria beamed at the plans and felt herself already excited for tomorrow. "First light then? After we break fast?" The heir only nodded in response and went back to the young girls with their blushes and patted eyes.

It was nice. She took a sip from her cup and basked in the warmth of the drink, looking all around to the laughter and the dancing of the drunk lords and ladies. It was simple and it was wonderful. She stopped though, when she caught sight of the sulking figure in the corner. It was the man who she had met early that day. He was standing next to the head table staring into nothing. Practically the only person here who wasn't having a good time. Feeling a little bad for the guard, Nymaria rose from the table excusing herself. She grabbed a cup of whatever wine there was and picked up her gown.
Making her way towards him, she greeted him kindly and extended her offer.

"Yes, girl?" He looked down on her harshly. "I just thought since you have been standing there for quite some time, you might like a drink." He raised an eyebrow but shook his head. "The little highborn shouldn't be serving drinks like a wench. I have my own." His tone was without care. "I see." Nymaria paused, turning on her heel and walked back to the table. Sitting down, she pushed the rude man's behavior out of her mind. I was just trying to be thoughtful. She thought.

"I wouldn't let it worry you." Nymaria turned when Robb spoke. Breaking her from her train of thought. "Why is he so cold?" She leant over the table to hear him over the chatter. "He's been here for weeks and I've never seen him once laugh or smile. Maybe it's from spending too much time with Lannisters." Robb laughed at his own joke. Nymaria chuckled, turning her head to look back at Sandor. She didn't know what it was, but there was something about that man that intrigued her.

This chapter is very short, but I'm hoping I'll be able to have longer chapters as the story moves on.