The Journey We Face (A Sandor Clegane Fanfic)

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Sandor's POV:

What did you expect? You couldn't possibly believe she would ever choose you. Get over it, you knew this would happen.

Sandor's thoughts had been a jumbled mess. He couldn't get the sight out of his mind.

He could hear Nymaira calling him, her footsteps getting close behind him, her speed picking up.

But he couldn't do it, he couldn't look at her without wanting to break something. What was worse, is that he couldn't look at her, without wanting to break down and cry. They would never see him cry.

"Sandor, will you please stop." She kept her voice down, pulling at his hand, but still, he ripped his hand away and kept his pace till he was back at his bedchambers.

He made it inside, and slammed the door behind him. The loud bang vibrated against Nymaira's face and left a ringing in her ear.

The girl wasted no time in opening the door, walking right in without care.

"Sandor, I'm going to explain, and you are going to listen."

She walked over, and sat on his bed, as he stayed slumped over, looking straight to the cold ground.

"Tommen kissed me. We were talking, and all of sudden he just did it. I didn't even kiss back because I didn't feel anything."

Her words were truthful, but he wouldn't remove his sight from the stone ground.

"Please, Sandor, I don't have feelings for him..not like I have for you."

She tried pulling his face towards hers, but his jaw was clenched so tightly it felt like stone.

"I don't care who kissed who. He's a prince, and you are a highborn. It couldn't be more perfect. Just leave, girl."

Nymaira couldn't believe it, his voice had not a single emotion to spare. It was as cold as the snow that fell from the sky.

And his eyes, even though he was looking down, she could still see the blankness. A still glazed stare that sent a chill to her spine.

"You belong with that cunt, prince Tommen. I've had my fun, and now it's time to move on."

She just sat there, unsure of what else to do. "Do you really mean that, Sandor?" She fiddled with her thumbs, she felt her stomach clenching as she waited for his answer.

"Aye, girl, I mean it." He stood up and towered over her figure. He mustered everything he held in him, and looked down at her. "You Starks are always going on and on about how Winter is Coming, you're supposed to be a honorable house. Now go do the honorable thing, and say yes. Make your family and the boy happy."

His stomach dropped at the end of his final sentence. He would have given anything to just kiss her, and forget about the rest of bastards who wanted this marriage.

But he knew in the long run, that Nymaira would rather look back in the Red Keep, married to the prince, then in some shitty hut being a nobody with a dog.

He wanted her to be happy. Of course she would have regrets, but he didn't want her being with him, to be one of them.

"Choose him, little bird." He pressed a hand to her shoulder, and walked out. The sound of his armor clanking down the halls as it grew smaller in sound.

So she was left there, confused, hurt, lost. Sandor didn't want her anymore, and still she felt lost as to what she should do.

"Gods why?" She held her head in her hands and prayed for an answer.

Nymaria's POV:

As the sun went down, Nymaira just sat there, she had skipped supper for she wasn't hungry.

She had to much on her mind. He doesn't care, he doesn't care, he doesn't care! Her thoughts screamed.

She felt the tears slid from her eyes, down to the stone stairs she had sat. The cold breeze of the north, a refreshing chill to her warm red cheeks.

It was nothing Nymaira, it isn't love, it isn't anything. Get over it you fool.
She told herself. Hading had enough of the tears.

Nymaira hiked her knees closer to her chest, the sudden warmth sending goosebumps throughout her body.

This was nothing serious, I am highborn. No matter how much I try to deny it.

She wiped a tear away, and began to think strictly political and nothing from the heart.

"I know what I have to do." Thought Nymaira. she stood from her seat, dusting herself off. She stumbled back as she wiped her burning cheek once more, and made her way to her intended destination.

"Come in." Tommen is gentle voice spoke, as he held himself up by the elbows. He was still in bed, minutes from sleep.

"May I come in? It's Nymaira."

His face immediately broke into a smile, and he made a quick "of course." Before throwing the warm furs off his body and to the side.

Nymaira stepped inside the dimly lit room, as she made out the figure of the young prince before her.

"What do I owe the pleasure?" Tommen stood from his bed, as he made his way over to a somewhat nervous looking Nymaira.

"Yes." She spoke, breathing out the air she held, ever since she began walking to his room.

"Yes?" He raised an eyebrow and she smiled realizing he didn't know what she meant. "Yes, I will be your wife Tommen."

A small pull of her stomach sent a pain through her body, but she ignored it.
"Really?" His smile grew even bigger, and his Lannister green eyes glistened against the moonlight shining in.

"I've thought about it, and I think this is best..for everyone."

The girl smiled warmly, and Tommen just stared at her before leaning in and kissing Nymaria gently on the lips.

It was soft, and quick as he unlocked their lips to grab both her hands in his, pulling her closer.

"I'm so happy you want to do this Nymaira. I promise I'll be the best husband ever!"

They shared a hug, and she gripped his soft underclothes, looking up into the
moon before closing her eyes again.

"No." Sternly thought Nymaira. She pushed the sight of Sandor out of her mind, and back to the hug. This is the right thing to do, I know it is.

i am sooooooo sorry to anyone who has been kind enough to check out and keep track of this crap fanfic but I just had some major writers block and I had some other issues you had to deal with. I'm so sorry I haven't updated in awhile and thank you for everyone who reads this it truly means a lot. :) has always have a lovely day.