The Journey We Face (A Sandor Clegane Fanfic)

Be happy

About a month has passed since in the story from the last chapter.

It had been a long, and very tiring journey.

With Kings Landing about two days away, Nymaira felt very relived. Her anxiety seemed to grow everyday since they had left Winterfell.

There were many moments with Tommen she felt had bonded them just a little bit closer. And yet, she couldn't quite muster the feelings in the way she had hoped would grow over time.

"I think this quest has turned me mad." Nymaira rubbed her hands over sagging eyelids, unable to keep them open any longer.

"How would you know? You've been asleep half the trip." Sansa laughed, as she looked over towards Arya, who had the same expression on her face.

"Oh hush. It was either sleep, or throwing myself from the carriage."

Nymaira sat back, resting her heavy head.

"Well, maybe you should just sleep till we get there, unless you run off to go see Tommen again."

Sansa had winked at the girl, with a cheeky grin. But Nymaria only shook her head.

"Tommen is sweet, but I need more time. For now, I just like him as a person. Nothing more."

"You're getting married to him, but don't like him?" Sansa didn't seem to understand. She was lucky, she already loved the boy she was arranged to marry.

"I said give it more time, sweet cousin." Nymaria leant over an poked at her cheek.

"Well, I just hope you see him for the handsome prince he is, before the wedding." She swatted Nymaria's hand away, gaining a laugh from both girls. "Me, too."

It had been an hour since Nymaira fell asleep, but unfortunately now she was awake. A bump had shook the carriage, awakening her from slumber, but left Sansa and Arya undisturbed.

Thinking now, perhaps all those naps  in between the day, wasn't such a good idea.

There was no doubt she would be up for the rest of the night. Awake, alone, and worst of all, left with her thoughts.

Nymaira couldn't take another minute of thinking about Tommen, or the wedding. Sandor? and the unsatisfying lack of closure she had shared with him. By dawn she would be in the capital, she can't back out now, why make it worse with overthinking?

"Hmm." Hummed Nymaira, as she quietly opened the carriage door.

She had noticed her father, uncle, and the king all rode at the head of the group. Tommen, and Joffery were close behind, while there were few guards between them.

But one thing quickly caught her attention, and she noticed an opportunity to enjoy the cold air of the night sky.

"Sleep tight, girls." Nymaria whispered, and jumped from the carriage, landing on her feet.

"Nice." She complimented herself, making sure no one had noticed her landing.

Quickly, Nymaria kept up with the party, sticking by the side of the carriage for as not to be noticed.

"Now where are you." She whispered to herself, carefully looking for Silvermain.

Nymaria had begged for the horse to come with them.