Berick Dondarrion

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You have always loved to explore in caves, being surrounded by the darkness. That is until you had to live in one. The Brotherhood of the Banners, as they like to call themselves, decided that these caves would be a safe place to stay and a place that many people would think to look.

All the caves really had going for them were the many different little nooks and crannies. If a couple was discrete enough they could sneak into one for a night. You should know, Berick and you did it quite often.

But it was to go outside. Your husband had forbid it, always saying that it wasn't safe, that men from any army could come by and do horrible things to her. But he wasn't here right now, hadn't been for almost a month. He and a lot of the group took Arya to her aunt, leaving the camp much less guarded, and less people watching her.

In the beginning everyone was keeping a close eye on you, worried that you would try to make a run for it the first chance you got. By the second week they stopped, but you didn't even think of trying anything just to be sure. But you that tonight was the night.

You walked in the shadows, looking at all of the drunk men laughing and drinking even more of that foul liquid. You never could stand the taste of it but lately even the smell disgusted you, although you knew why.

Someone started singing, the song unrecognizable because of how much he was slurring, yet soon everyone was singing along. If there was any time to get out, it had to be now. You made a dash to entrance of the cave, staying in the shadows as much as possible.

It wasn't really a challange to get there, the path was mostly flat, but it was a decent distance from where the actuall camp was. You hadn't run in so long, you had been trapped in that fucking cave for so long, it was like an old friend that just wouldn't leave you alone.

You smelt it, the fresh air, something you hadn't smelt in so long and craved in desperetly. You ran harder and faster than before, ready to see the sky and feel the grass between your toes. You moved bushes that blocked the entrance to the cave and stopped, taking it all in.

You closed your eyes and spun in a circle, listening to all of the noises that you can only hear in the woods. The fresh air smelled amazing compared to the body odor and smoke that was all over the cave, and the breeze felt so good on your skin. Suddenly a hand was on your arm and you were dragged into the cave.

"Let go of me," you shouted, only to have a hand cover your mouth.

"What do you think you are doing," his voice hisses in your ear, making your eyes widden as you freeze. He wasn't supposed to be back for at least another month. You pull his hand off of your mouth and pull your arm out of his grip.

"I need to get out of this stupid fucking cave Berick! I haven't seen the sky or smealt fresh air for months."

"So you betray my orders? I told you that it's not safe out there, especially on your own."

"Yes I betrayed your orders, but you really shouldn't be surprised. You know me, you know the kind of person that I was before all of this, and that person is not one who likes to sit in a dark fucking cave for months on end."

"You never cussed before," he replies softly, a guilty look crossing his face.

"You never hid your scars before," you reply, lifting up his eye patch and running your fingers gently over where his eye used to be.

"What has happened to us? We didn't used to fight." You sigh and put your head against his. He gently grabs your waist and pulls you closer to him.

"Let me go outside at least once a day, please," you whisper.

"You have to go with me. I don't want you out there by youself."

"Deal." You place a kiss on his lips. "I think I should tell you something."

"What?"

"I'm pregnant."

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