The Journey We Face (A Sandor Clegane Fanfic)

What is she doing

Part 2

"We're close to Kings Landing. Soon, I'll be able to show you all my favorite spots, and the throne room too."

King Tommen smiled, as they interlocked arms, and strolled through the beautiful landscape.

Although it wasn't filled with castles, or even many people. Nymaira still found peace, and relished in the country side.

It was a place where she didn't have to think about life is problems, nor it's grief.

But instead, a calming scenery of cattle, and green that seemed never ending.

She felt, human. But free, like a wild animal. "I can't wait, your grace." She smiled, still gazing at the land.

"Tommen, please." He looked behind them, and then stopped walking. "What are you doing?" asked Nymaria when she noticed they had stopped.

He only smiled, tugging at her arm. "Like you said yourself, if we are going to be married, we should know each other right?"

She nodded, remembering the words. He began to pull them to a secluded neck of the woods, that cut off from the rest of the open fields.

" I meant it when I said I want us to grow to love each other. I already like you, but I want you to see, i'm not just some boring little boy."

"So, running into the woods should change such an opinion?"

Nymaira chuckled, and he nodded. "Is it wrong for me to try?" She didn't reply. Instead, they disappeared between the south trees.

Hours later...

"So what is your plan now, Tommen?
Are you going to build us a house to live?"

Nymaira smiled, whilst Tommen pulled  her closer towards him.

"I just want us to get to know each other. And we never will at this rate."

"We have been on a journey, there's plenty of time for when we arrive at Kings Landing."

She pointed out, while taking in the beautiful scene before her.

"Wow." whispered Nymaira, walking closer as her eyes raced between each view.

Trees taller then the sky, that seemed to whistle a tune of nature as the wind blew against them. The ground was covered in bumpy moss, and the logs held many memories of better days.

The sound of what felt like a hundred creatures, danced to make a synced harmony. And yet, one sound stood out from the rest. "What is it?" Tommen looked at her, and she began to follow the noise. As it grew louder, with each step, Nymaira began to pick up her pace.

Finally, a beautiful stream ran threw the ground, she kneeled down in front of it, sticking her hand in the water. "Is something wrong?"

Tommen, who had caught up to her, but stood confused as to what she was so eager about.

"Forgive me, Tommen. It's just, whenever I see one of these, a stream, creek, or even puddle. It reminds me of home, of family."

He knelt down next to her, Nymaria watched the grey small fish, swimming downstream. their scales shining a subtle silver as the sun rays hit them.

"Sorry," she chuckled, realizing how weird she must look right now.

"My family and I, used to always play in streams growing up. It used to fill our days. And when I was away, my..someone, used to tell me, whenever I see a stream, think of them. and then we were together again. In my memory, and heart."

Nymaira looked up at him, and then back to the glistening water.

"Don't mind how foolish, I'm being right now."

"Not at all, mother always says her family is the most important thing."

She smiled, thinking of the rest of her family back at Winterfell. She was doing this for them after all.

The small fish swam past her fingers, as they glided back and forth in the water.

"They don't have many streams, in Kings Landing. But they do have a big wide sea. It's beautiful."

She stood from her place, grabbing his hand. Quite frankly, if she thought of this any longer, she feared she might cry.

"Let's get back to the rest, before they assume us dead."

He smiled once more, starting to walk back to the carriage, along with the small horde of the mixed parties.

After a short distance of walking, it began to grow rather dark. And still Nymaria and Tommen were walking in the woods.

"Do you think we're lost?" Tommen clenched Nymaira's arm tighter. Doing his best to seem brave, but Nymaira could tell he wasn't as confident as he was trying to look.

"It will be ok, Tommen. All we have to do, is look for things we saw when we first entered the woods."

She smiled, gently rubbing his arm in the hopes to calm him down.

Although she was frightened herself, she wanted to be stronger for the young prince, who's experience like this, was most likely a first.

"Look for any footsteps that we might left, they could help lead us back."

She squinted her eyes, in the hopes they would find any prints who might have been theirs

"I don't think this is the right way. But, I saw some berries back that way if you're hungry, and brave enough." She laughed, trying to lighten the mood. "I'd rather not risk it."

They shared a look at each other. Both smiling at the moment.

"What was that?" Tommen quickly turned his head towards the direction.

"A stag, wildling, or white walker." She chuckled nervously, pulling Tommen closer behind her, just in case.

"No, but I've found two frighten birds."

Nymaira breathed out, relief running through out her body.

"Sandor, thank goodness." She walked over to him. "We got lost." She looked back at Tommen who was bearing a small smile. His own relief by the rescue making him grin.

"I know, you had everyone worried. But ,isn't that what you do best?"

Nymaria did not reply to that. Not now, not in front of Tommen. Instead, she began to walk forwarded.

"Come on, your grace. Let's get you back to your horse."

Tommen nodded, and followed close behind Nymaira, who seemed to be irritated by Sandor is presences.

Finally she was back in her carriage. An thankfully, away from Sandor.

Of course there was a justified scorning for running off without the escort of a guard, but that wasn't nearly as frustrating as Sandor.

Why is he still being rude to me? What have I done to him? Why do you even care?

Nymaira thought, as she stared out the carriage window, looking up at the night sky which was filled with stars.

Forget about it, he is just a bitter an mean man.

Nymaira closed her tired eyes, trying to think about something else. Soon she would be in Kings Landing,...a wife..of Tommen. She did not need to deal with Sandor right now. Those are summer quarrels. And Winter is Coming.

I know these chapters are shit and all over the place, but I promise I'm going some were with these. Has always thanks for reading and have a lovely day. :)