The Journey We Face (A Sandor Clegane Fanfic)

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"When should we leave?" Nymaria had looked up towards Sandor, as they both laid in each other's arms, watching the white clouds glide through the sky.

"Never." He looked down at her, and tightened his already firm grip on her waist. "Mm, I wish we could. But I can't imagine we'd last very long." She chuckled, looking back up to the sky.

It was so peaceful. How each cloud took a different shape and the sun shined through the trees. The mixture of the leafs ruffling against each other and the sound of Sandor's heart beat and his steady breathing.

"We'd live, I could hunt and you could build the fires." He joked for she knew his feelings for the flames. How the scars on his cheeks went deeper then the skin.

"Oh ya? And what would my family think of my disappearance?"

She said and raised an eyebrow to him. "They'd sing bloody songs of the little bird who flew away with the hound."

"Hmm I'd bet it'd be good." She smiled, and sat upright taking in a breath of fresh summer air. "Or maybe they'd sing of the half's who found a whole in their own way."

He sat up, and wrapped his arms around her. He wasn't the type to do this, but with Nymaira, every rule and boundary he would set with others, didn't exist. It was the craving of a never ending hunger for her. Her touch, kiss, voice. Just having her around made him feel like everything was okay.

That wasn't something Sandor was all that used to. It was something he always wanted, but never given.

Never had he felt like he deserved it. But, the one thing he knew for sure was that he didn't want this to end.

"I don't care what any of those cunts sing, as much as I care about being right here. With you, little bird."

"Aw, Sandor." She cooed."See, it isn't so hard to be sweet." He chuckled, and started to scratch at his beard. "Actually, I think it's giving me a rash." She busted out laughing, and stood up, extending her hand as he grabbed it, pulling himself up. "Come, Reality awaits." she pulled him and they made their way back to her home.

Back at Winterfell...

Soon, their time together had ended as Nymaira and Sandor both went through the familiar gates of Winterfell. "See you tonight after supper?" She questioned, and let go of his hand. "Not unless I'm off in the brothels."

He smiled that crooked grin, and she shook her head grinning. She reached in her pocket. "First round is on me." She flipped a silver coin his way, and he caught it. Throwing it back to her.

"No need, I have my own." As their banter ended, they stepped in, and onto the lands of the castle. It was less then the peaceful afternoon they knew.

"Thank the gods, you are back." Lady Cat grabbed Nymaria hands,
and started to pull her towards the direction of her bedchambers.

"King Robert, is closer to Winterfell. We have to get you ready before they arrive." Looking back, Nymaira waved towards Sandor as he turned, walking towards his own bedchambers to get ready for the arrival of his previous protected. "Aunt Cat, I think I can handle it from here."

She giggled, as Cat began to line different fine gowns out and ordered two handmaidens to help with a bath.

"When you are done, make sure to come to the courtyard." She had a calm expression with stressed eyes.

"Of course." She nodded and Lady Stark grabbed the ends of her green gown with it's fur trimmed edges, hurrying out of the room.

Finally, after a good bath and a long decision of gowns, Nymaira was ready. Although she didn't care very much of the King is arrival, she knew it was important to Her Uncle Ned. So she did her best to look presentable.

A soft blue gown made of fine stitching and warm furs covered her body. her chestnut hair presented in long waves and two single braids that held together in the back. "You look beautiful." She was startled by the sudden sound of her father is voice as he entered the room.

"I look like a lady." She faked gagged, and he laughed crinkling the corners of eyes. "You look like your mother." He smiled, and she turned back, not sure of what to say. "Come." He extended his arm and she took it, locking it with hers "the King and Queen are within a sprint reach of the gates."

They made their way down the corridors and past the chambers.
Coming upon the heart of the castle. Everyone was there, and in line as the gates began to open.

Just before the horses hoofs entered, Benjen and Nymaria hurried in line. Benjen next to his brother Ned, Nymaira next to her cousin, Robb. "You look nice." Robb mouthed and Nymaira bumped her shoulder against his, as the King, along with the rest arrived.

It was a firm silence as King Robert rod his horse into the castle. The party following soon after him. Whilst he stopped to demount the steed, it was then she noticed the sly smile of prince Joffery directed towards a blushing Sansa.

Soon it was her own turn, when prince Tommen came in on the right of his father.

Nymaira breaking contact of the uncomfortably stare. King Robert, had finally made his way towards the head of the house, Ned. They knelt before him and stayed for a few seconds, before Robert made a upwards signal with his fingers.

as they stood by the command, Robert and Ned looked at each other before, "you got fat." Robert finally uttered. There was a odd look plastered over Ned is face. It was until he looked towards Robert is own pultruding belly. The Baratheon King broke out to a ragged laughter as they shared a hug.

The rest were formalities from the greetings of each person who stood in the front of the line. Benjen, Ned, Cat, Nymaria and the rest of the Stark siblings. This was going to be a long trip thought Nymaria.

What do you guys think? This wasn't my best chapter and I just wanted to get the whole meeting from the first episode out of the way for the conflict to really began. Sorry it was shitty. Has always thanks for reading :)