The Journey We Face (A Sandor Clegane Fanfic)

Fuck you clegane

The gates of Winterfell were close ahead, the journey soon over.

The entire ride back was uncomfortably quiet, no words spoken since they had left the inn earlier that morning.

Sandor hadn't so much as glanced towards Nymaira.

"Will you cut the shit and say something already." Finally blurted Nymaira, she had had enough.

"You haven't said a word since last night. I get that's it's a little strange, but you don't have to pretend I don't exist!" Her voice was raised as she finished her sentence.

But still, nothing. Rolling her eyes by his ignorance, she didn't say anything else for the rest of the short trip.

The truth was, even though he would never admit it, Sandor liked Nymiara. He cared for her well being, her emotions, he wanted her happy and he wanted to be the one to make her happy.

Last night had been the happiest moment of his life, and he wanted nothing more then to be intimate with her, to make her feel safe. He wanted to show her how to take care of herself, and protect her. But she was a highborn. Beautiful, young, and sweet. Even if she had been hurt, her will and wildness was never broken.

Perhaps that's what attracted her to him, or maybe she was just so drunk, she didn't care what she did, even lowering herself to touching a beast like him.

Either way, he wasn't going to get involved. Their time together had ended. Now it was time to get back to reality as the Hound.

So there it was, the tall stone walls of Winterfell and the Stark family banner that hung so proudly from it's walls. The castle that reminded him of what he was. More importantly, what Nymaria was.

"Listen, will you please just says something, anything!" Nymaira pulled at the reins of Silverman. Hoping to get some answer.

But when he opened his mouth, what came after had Nymaira wishing he wouldn't of at all. "Last night, was a drunken mistake. I haven't been with a women in so long that's all."

She laughed, not letting the sting of his words show. A little part of her hoping he was lying. "I mean it, girl. You were a warm body and a wet cunt, the only reason I didn't take you is because I wasn't going to ruin you for the next man."

Sandor hadn't even moved his head from the direction of the gates, he couldn't bare to look at her, he couldn't bare to see her eyes in case he might break, confessing his real feelings.

"Fuck you, Clegane." Nymaira shook her head, tapping the sides of Silvermain, guiding the horse to her home.

She knew it wasn't love at first sight, she wasn't even sure she had feelings for him, but he didn't have to be such an ass about it. He didn't have to play it off as nothing. So that was it. If Sandor wanted to be that way, then so could she. Whatever it was they shared was gone.

Once inside Winterfell...

"Thank the gods for your return." Benjen smiled as he engulfed her in a long awaited hug.

"Where have you been? I grew worried for your safety." He pulled apart to look upon Nymaria.

"I'm fine, we were attacked during the trip to Castle Black, we lost some good men." Benjen had nodded, understandingly. Thanking the gods she was still alright.

"And Jon? How did he like the castle?"

"I suppose he was mesmerized by the sight, I wouldn't know though we didn't stay very long."

"Then what in seven hells kept you?" Benjen laughed, looking at his young daughter. "

"Tired horses, and too much wine." She returned the laugh. it quickly faded though, as soon as she heard the gates pull open and the pounding of Strangers heavy hoofs smash into the dirt.

"Father, I'm still tired from the whole ordeal, would you excuse me to go to my bedchambers?" Her body tensed as Sandor rid past them.

"Not at all." he hugged her once more, and sent her off.

She couldn't even look at Sandor after the things he said. She knew he was no honorable man, he had earned the names the people would snicker behind his back. But she had once thought he was growing kinder to her, in his own way and time.

Didn't it mean even the slightest to him?" No it didn't, move on, and let it go.

She argued in her head and it left her restless. Just let it go. She said to herself calmly, sitting upright in her bed. It was nothing to him it should be nothing to her thought Nymaira.

sorry for the dumb ending but I was having some writers block.