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

25 - Thirsty

Sandor watched as Alianora road off on Stranger, a sense of anger rising in the pit of his stomach as he drops his sword to the ground in frustration, running his hands through his long messy hair.

"Dumb fucking bitch." He mumbles to himself as he bends over, grabs his sword and marches back into the Inn, all eyes on him because he just yelled at everyone asking where she had gone.

He sat back down where they both were previously, grabbing her bowl of still warm food and stuffing it into his mouth.

"Give me more Ale, I ain't paying either." He demands with a mouth full of food, bits of pie getting stuck in his stubbly beard. The maiden comes over, shaking slightly as the large brute man chugs down the Ale that she had just filled up for him to command more.

"I-I will just leave the jug..." She stammers, setting down the jug next to him, not wanting to anger him as she quickly rushes away into the kitchen.

Sandor smirked to himself then wondered what the fuck he was going to do and where the fuck he was going to go and how the fuck he plans on getting there without his horse.

That evening, Sandor passed out from being drunk and not wanting to disturb the terrifying man, the staff at the Inn let him stay and hopefully kick him out when morn comes which it soon does.

Sandor is soon kicked out with just a sword to his name and he looks around, unsure of what to do.

It came to his mind that the best thing for him to do was to head North and pray to whatever Gods there is that the Crow will come back to him. It was a lot to ask for especially when he gathered that she was heading to Castle Black.

As he marched down Kings Road, it suddenly dawned on him that nightfall was commencing and that he should find somewhere to sleep. Unfortunately for him, the closest place for him to sleep with shelter was back at the Inn but that was at least half-a-day walk away by now.

He submerges himself into the trees, keeping as far away from the Kings Road path as he can, not wanting to be seen by outlaws or anyone who is just as bad as he was.

He grabbed some twigs and scraped two stones together in an attempt to make a fire but it was no use, although terrified of the element, he needed it. He was cold, hungry, alone but being the tough man he was, he refused to show it.

"Fuck it." He throws the stones far away from him and leans back with his forearm behind his head, using it as a pillow and leaning against a tree.

He slept with one eye open that night jolting awake at every noise he heard, every twig snapping and every bird or land animal running and flying.

He sat up, his brown eyes staring into the darkness around him and was about to fall back asleep when a hand covers his mouth and rope started to fly around his body. He reaches for his sword but its kicked out of his grasp and picked up. He couldn't see the people doing this to him but he tried his best to fight back but there was at least twenty of them. He was unarmed and unprotected.

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As Alia road Stranger back to Sandor, she was tempted to stop for the night as she noticed the sun coming down and there is nothing worse than being out on Kings Road at dark. But, she spotted a small glare in the distance that caught her eye. She squinted as she pulled Stranger to a halt and jumping off his back. She ties him up to a nearby tree and retrieves her bow and arrow and both of her swords.

She walked hesitantly towards the light source, staying low in the trees and crouching as she walked. Soon, she was close enough to see that the glare was a fire that she had spotted and also noticed the many men that sat around it, at least fifteen to twenty.