Until We Meet Again❄ (Sandor Clegane) Game Of Thrones (Wattys2019 Nominated)

22 - Bittersweet

The sounds of swords clanging against one another ran through Alia's ears as her arm was being tugged by Sandor Clegane, one of the most feared men of Westeros who was leading their escape through the battlefield that was Kings Landing.

They snuck through the Castle walls, not wanting to be seen by any of the Lannister or Baratheon soldiers. They reached the stables and bittersweet memories shot through Alia's thoughts about when she'd visit Stripe but the irony nearly made her laugh how she was running away with the man who killed him.

She's about to saddle another horse, a beautiful white steed but Sandor quickly grabbed her by the arm and made her face him.

"There's no time, get on Stranger." He demanded as he rushed to get supplies for their journey such as apples, bedrolls, flasks etc.

"I'm not fucking sitting on a horse with you for however long." Alia argued, turning back around to carry on getting her new horse ready but as she turned into the horses stall, she freezes as she notices a Lannister soldier burst through the stable door, his attention drawn on the fleeing Sandor Clegane and Alianora Crow.

"Where the fuck are you two going? I-I'll tell the King that you're stealing horses!" He shouted, grabbing his sword from his sheath as he steps closer to the two, making Alia look to the bloodied face Sandor who rolled his eyes and was about to slay down the man but Alia took the matter into her own hands and slammed her fist into the mans face, knocking him out completely.

"There's no need to kill him." She mumbled as she kneeled beside the unconscious guard, pick-pocketing whatever goods he had on him and to her surprise, he had a few coins to his name which would come in handy for their travel if they were to come across an Inn.

"You're too kind." Sandor gruffed as he finally readied up his horse, being as quick as he can. Alia walked towards him and held onto Stranger's saddle and hoisted herself up onto the large black steed.

She wiggled in the saddle to get comfy and pointed to the reigns. "Are you leading or me?"

Her question is quickly answered as he climbs onto his horse, pushing her back on the saddle so he was situated in front and grabbed the reigns.

"Alrighty then..." Alia grumbles, pushing her hair behind her and holding onto Sandor's side as he kicks his horse, making it rear up before racing away from the field of dead soldiers and as far away as Kings Landing as possible.

They travelled for miles and miles, Stranger riding as fast as he could for as long as he could until he started to slow down, wanting to catch its breath.

Their ride was silent, both unsure what to say to one another and where to go exactly.

"So, what is the plan then?" Alia asked as Stranger slowed down into a walk, the wind quieting down so they were both able to hear one another.

"Don't know. I just want to get as far away as possible from Joffrey and the Queen. Nothing good will ever come from that shithole."

Alia rolled her eyes once again and looked into the night sky, feeling a chill roll up her spine as the night air started to get colder.

"We should set up a camp, somewhere to spend the night and rest." Alia declared, not really caring if he said no or not because she was going to do it no matter what.

"Yes I am not a fucking idiot, Crow." Sandor snapped at her rudely, almost regretting the fact he let her tag along.

They carried on in silence and Alia soon hopped off the horse making Sandor watch her with confusion as she walked beside Strangers head, grabbing onto the reigns and leading the walk from then on.