The Journey We Face (A Sandor Clegane Fanfic)

I guess so?

A week had passed since Nymaira had agreed to marry prince Tommen and to be honest, every day that went by the decision still didn't feel right in her heart.

"Are you girls, almost ready?" Uncle Ned asked, as he poked his head through the door of Nymaira's bedchamber.

As she was packing, Sansa kept her older cousin company.

"I'm ready, Nymaira still needs some time though." Sansa smiled at her father, and he nodded as he closed the door, leaving them to continue.

"Are you excited to see the capital? I heard it's warm and beautiful." Sansa smiled, as she looked at Nymaria,
such innocences and excitement lit her light blue eyes.

"I heard, it smells of dung and old sour milk." Nymaria laughed, remembering Tommen is words, as she folded another one of her gowns.

She couldn't help it, she was not looking forward to the long trip. To be leaving her home once again.

"Who said?" She sounded so offended by the statement, but Nymaria only laughed, shaking her head. "No one, important. Perhaps they were wrong."

Sansa nodded, content by the answer.

Nymaria finished up with belongings and sat down on her bed, one last time in Winterfell, for only gods know how long She'd be away.

"I'm going to be queen one day, I can't believe it!" Sansa smiled. A deep toothy grin.

"You'll make a wonderful queen, I'm sure of it." Nymaria laid down on the bed, and Sansa got up from her chair as she sat down next to her.

"You know, you are going to be a princess one day."

She looked at her, and Nymaria smiled, gently shaking her head.

"A royal's life..I still don't know if I'm cut out for it." She looked up at the ceiling. She hadn't contemplated the decision since she made it. Instead, focusing on why it was right rather then wrong.

Maybe, Kings Landing will change that."

She smiled,  and got up from the bed, holding out her hand for Nymaria to grab. Standing up herself, the two Stark girls headed out, coning upon courtyard, to one of the many carriages that they would call home for quite a bit.

"But I don't want to go, I want to stay here." Arya huffed, as she followed Ned.

"Don't knock it yet, who knows, you might love it there." Nymaria recycled the same gist of advice Sansa had given her moments ago.

"I'd prefer a trip to hell first." Arya was quick to spat.

Ned laughed ,as he helped her up into the carriage. "Leaving before you say goodbye, dear cousin?" Robb said behind them, an Nymaria turned around to face him.

"I was, but sadly, you caught me." She joked, Robb laughed before embracing her in a warm hug.

"Princess, Nymaira? Hmm, still doesn't sound right." He smirked, Nymaria hitting him in the arm, laughing by the fake wincing he kept making.

"Hmm, lord of Winterfell until your father returns?..still doesn't sound right." She mocked him, and he smiled. He hugged her again, then sent her off

"Goodbye, Princess." He joked as I turned from him.

"Goodbye, lord of Winterfell." As Robb went to hug his sisters goodbye, Nymaria  was just about to get into the carriage, before she shuddered when She heard it.

"Move." Sandor pushed past one of the guards, Nymaria felt the sinking feeling in her stomach rise, making her want to vomit.

Before Nymaira turned around, she felt a tall figure bump her shoulder. She turned to see Sandor, walking over to the front, not bothering to so much as look her way.

"Excuse me, Uncle Ned?" Nymaira walked over to where he an Robb were talking.

"Sandor Clegane, he is coming with us?" Ned had noticed her bothered features. Instead of asking, he simply nodded his head, while Robb bit back a smirk threatening to show.

"Yes, Robert demanded him to accompany us on our journey."

"Wouldn't his service best be used, here?" She raised an eyebrow. That's why he was here in the first place. Winterfell could use a man like Sandor.

"Did he do something, Nymaira?" Ned raised an eyebrow, but she quickly shook her head, thinking of an excuse on the spot.

"I just want Winterfell to be in good hands." She smiled sweetly. Looking as truthful as she could.

"It will." Ned put a hand on Robb is shoulder, looking at him.

"I trust Robb." Nymaria nodded head, instead letting the situation lay where it was.

"Lovers gone sour, how tragic." Robb laughed, Nymaria rolled her eyes, before getting into the carriage.

The door was beginning to close, and She took one last look at her one true home.

"Don't make such a mess in Kings Landing. Keep them safe!"

Robb looked from Nymaria to his sisters, Nymaria smiled and mused up Arya is hair. "It's the capital, with the King, they'll be safer then ever before."

She smiled, and looked back to Robb. "Have a safe journey." He let go of the carriage is door, and waved as the gates to Winterfell opened, Kings Landing awaited.

Two weeks, I'm sorry to anyone who is nice enough to keep up with this crap I'll do my best to keep active. Has always thanks for reading and have a lovely day.