The Journey We Face (A Sandor Clegane Fanfic)

Can we start over?

Readers POV:

Hours had passed since the arrival at King's Landing.

Nymaira had official seen the majority of the castle.

It had been a nice time, but to be honest, she was more then happy Tommen had grown tired, and she was now able to unpack, unwind, and enjoy some time alone.

After everything was sorted and organized. Nymaria had fallen into her new bed, taking a deep breath.

"I hope you know what you are doing." She huffed, rolling over, closing her eyes.

This was really happening, and she was scared to death. "That's natural right? To be afraid." Nymaira told herself, trying to fall asleep.

Without much luck, she laid there, still unable to fall asleep.

She was exhausted, and yet every time she closed her eyes, her mind laid heavy with worry.

She didn't know if perhaps it was the sleep she had prier to the arrival, or the stress she felt every time prince Tommen would look at her, with such care in his eyes. Either way she was getting a drink.

Standing up, Nymaira made her way quietly down to the kitchen. Sneaking about, till she found a bottle of strong smelling ale.

"Yes." She whispered to herself, and grabbed the bottle. Sneaking back up to the bedchambers.

She hadn't been paying attention as she was walking, till she bumped into someone. "I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going." Nymaira looked up to be pleasantly surprised by who was standing before her.

Nymaira's POV:

"Sandor." She smiled up to him, as he looked down at her with hooded eyes.

"Sneaking around, girl?" He raised an eyebrow, she nodded her head, raising the bottle of ale.

"Couldn't sleep, thought kind lady ale might help with my troubles." She chuckled.

"It's your first night here, don't ruin it by sneaking around and stealing things."

He looked down, that earned an eye roll, moving past him to sit down on the staircase.

"I'll be part of the Royal family here one day, i think that means I can have a bottle of ale every now and then."

She opened the bottle, and took a swig of the warm liquid, before handing it to Sandor.

"Oh come on, I thought we made some progress the last time we talked." He didn't move, but she reminded with Sandor, usually you need to be the one to make the first move. That is, if you aren't fighting.

"Ok, how about you have some ale with me to relax. It's been a stressful journey." She stood from her seat, and grabbed his hand pulling him towards her.

"I'd rather not, like I told you back up North, best not to drink on the job."

He reminded. She smiled, remembering the second time they met.

"Well, if you're working, that means I get to boss you around. So sit, and have a drink with me."

He huffed, somehow managing to angrily plop himself on the stair, taking the bottle from her hand, along with a big swig.

"Hey, save some for the rest of us." She joked, and grabbed the bottle, repeating his action.

"You're tinier then me, you don't need as much." He leaned back, Nymaria propped herself up on her elbow, looking at him.

"I'm in Kings Landing now, I need as much as you." She chuckled, and for a second, she swore she could see a faint smile.

"You will." He turned to her, but she said nothing in return. She could see the concern in his eyes. It frightened her.

"Can we start over?" The question startled Sandor.

"Start over? What sissy shite is that?" He spat, taking another sip.

" I know I still like you Clegane, do you think somewhere in that armor you could find room to like me too?"

She didn't remove her gaze, as he downed another gulp of ale.

"I just need a friend now, more then ever. I need someone who hasn't been affected by the glimmering bullshit of this city."

He nodded his head, handed her the bottle.

"So, can we forget everything else and just, be friends? Minus the lack of closure and mild heartbreak."

She leaned her head on his shoulder, and he looked at her, taking a deep breath out.

"If you think being your friend means I'm going to be nice."

"Oh never." Her tone was both sarcastic an amused.

"Being rude to each other was what got us here in the first place, it's what made everything so fun."

She laughed, and raised an eyebrow to him. "You know, I'm right."

"Besides, what would you be doing without me getting on your nerves? Or you having to save me from something?"

She took the bottle from his hand, and gulped down another sip.

"I'd probably be a lot less tired." He looked at her, she rolled her drowsy eyes.

"And a lot more bored." He smiled, again, she took Sandor by surprise when she wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

"To making each other's life's more complicated." She raised the bottle, as Sandor looked at her. "Cheers, little bird."