The Journey We Face (A Sandor Clegane Fanfic)

Kings Landing

Nymaira's POV:

Finally, they were here.

After much antisipactson, and a lot of sleeping, the capital of Westeros was now in sight.

"I'm so excited!" Sansa squealed, as she looked out the window, and took it all in. The crowded streets, sea salt air, and the colorful tall building the North lacked.

"Tommen wasn't lying when he said it smelt of sour milk and cow dung."

Nymaria held fingers over her nostrils, and laughed.

Sansa hit her knee and presumed staring out the window.

"It already feels like home." Sansa Could not stop gushing. Nymaria had once thought she's feel the same. Once they arrived.

If anything, She felt l more like Arya, who she rolled her eyes by Sansa is comments.

"At least we have each other, right?" Nymaria smiled down at Arya. She shrugged her shoulders.

"I miss home." She leaned back, saying what Nymaria felt.

Nymaria missed Winterfell, so much so she even regretted coming South.

But she said yes. She is a Stark. She stays true to her words. She made this choice, and now she has to see it through.

The carriage doors had been opened, together all three of the girls took their first steps in the capital.

"Nymaria." Tommen ran over, quickly linked their arms together.

"There isn't a moment to wait, let me show you around."

Nymaria really had no time to yes, or time to say no. He was already pulling her towards the direction of the Red Keep.

"There's so much here, and you have so much to see."

He smiled, gripping her closer towards him.

"It sure is big." Nymaria looked around, noticing the many houses and alleys, the sea, and most of all the castle.

But despite the hectic and unfamiliarity of her new found home, her eyes wondered to one thing.

Sandor, who was demounting Stranger.

After the last time they spoke, Nymaria felt like Sandor let go a little bit of that anger.

She felt like even if she weren't a couple, or whatever it was that we were, they could still be..friends.

It couldn't be denied Nymaira and Sandor had a connection. They got each other, and in these times, when Nymaira felt almost alone in her new home, she could use that friend. She could use Sandor.

"Let's start with the throne room."

Tommen pulled Nymaria straight from her thoughts.

An before she knew it, they were making it up the long stairs and into his home.

It was beautiful. Walls that stretched for miles, ceilings that seemed as high as the sky.

Yet, Nymaria could barley focus on it. Not really appreciating it's full glory.

Perhaps it was the right tinned was pulling her, or her occupied mind.

"There it is." Tommen pointed towards the infamous Iron throne.

Nymaria though, couldn't help but be less the amused. "Looks uncomfortable." She blurted, Tommen laughed, nodding his head.

"I know, but my father sits it, then my brother, maybe even me one day." She titled her head, unsure as to why anyone would want to be king.

They didn't gaze long, before Romney pulled another direction. "Come see my chambers." Nymaria laughed, doing her best to keep up with a very enthusiastic Tommen.

Sandor's POV:
I miss her. I hate it. Gods, I hate it. But I do.

Since this whole journey had began, he tried to cope with these feelings, forget them, and focus on getting back to reality.

What is right in front of him, not in some dream he lived in back at Winterfell.

Yet, when he heard her voice, see her smile, it hurts.

Why?

She wouldn't do well here, he wouldn't lie to himself about that. But, she has a better chance in stinking Kings Landing then with him.

He tried telling himself that every damn day, but he knew the truth.

She doesn't belong here, she never will. Sandor knew what these people were.

Liars and cheats, who only care about power, and that ugly ass throne.

Sandor struggled. He cursed himself for sounding like such a cunt. The ones he always made fun of. Always mocked. Always envied.

"Sandor?" A voice echoed in his head, he turned around to see Nymaira's father, staring up at him.

"Would you mind escorting prince Tommen, an my daughter around the castle?"

He wanted to say no, but instead nodded his head. Turning, set off to find the two.

This is your place dog, don't forget that.

He told himself again, as he looked around, hoping to spot them.

Why can't you just stay in one place?

He thought, searching all around the red keep.

First the throne room, the kitchens, the halls.

Why do I feel like I'll be doing this quite a bit from now on?

He turned the corner, finally he saw Nymaira and Tommen, laughing by the staircase to the bedchambers.

"Nymaira." He instinctively whispered, making his way over towards them.

"Sandor." Her face lit up, she looked like she was in a good mood.

He did his best to keep a straight face.

"Your father wanted me to escort you, and prince Tommen around."

She nodded her head, and Tommen grabbed her hand, as they began to run up the staircase. Reluctantly, Sandor followed suit. Welcome to Kings Landing Nymaira. He thought.

What do you guys think? And who do you want Nymaira to be with in the end? Tommen or Sandor? Tell me in the comments and has always thanks for reading and have a lovely day :)