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

40 - For Arya

"Alia?"

"Hm?"

"How come you have two swords now?"

Alia and Arya controlled the wagon as they made their way to the Twins. Sandor was in the back, munching away at any small nibbles he can, sometimes offering the food to Alia but she just shook her head, not wanting to compromise their mission of sneaking in.

Alia withdrew one of her swords, one hand on the reigns of Stranger as he pulled the small cart forward, and handed it over to Arya who took it, almost dropping it due to the heavy weight of the steel.

"Well, you know how Archie always fought with two weapons? When the Blackwater attack happened, Lord Tyrion commanded me to get armoured up and grab my bow." She begins, trying to recollect the memories of that night; months ago when it happened.

Arya nodded her head, remembering Alia's twin brother. She remembered him being a tall and handsome man, the spitting image of his sister apart from the long scar on her face.

"When I saw the swords, it reminded me of him. I knew I was capable of wielding two swords like he did. I'm not as good and whenever we used to practice, he would pretend to strike me with one of his swords and then swing his other sword round and before it would touch me, he'd go 'check the other hand' with a smirk on his face."

Arya smiled at the thought of Archie teasing Alia on how to fight better with two swords and then realised that that is probably why Alia had decided to use a bow and left Archie to use the swords.

"How much further have we got left to go?" Arya asked, a hint of anxiousness in her voice but Alia looked over to her and gave her a warm smile.

"Not long. Should be there come nightfall."

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After a few more hours, Sandor had insisted that he should lead them whilst the kills sat in the back. Arya moaned and refused but Alia had persuaded her and soon enough they were in the back of the cart, hidden underneath some of the baskets once they came closer towards the gates of the Twins.

Alia could hear noise all around her. From horses, to people chanting and cheering, Alia could feel a sense of hope in the pit of her belly of finally being back with the Starks. Although, she felt bittersweet about Sandor. He had given her safety, care, a lot of reasons to kill him but it stuck in the back of her mind his feelings for her. She didn't think he was capable of any type of feelings but when she had shut him down, she felt herself grow more attracted to him. When he had called her enticing it made her knees weak and she couldn't speak. She was completely flustered yet couldn't comprehend why. The thought of leaving him made her somewhat sad because she was finally starting to enjoy his company even if it were all doom and gloom.

A part of her wanted to stay with him just to see what would have happened between them but she knew it was unrealistic. She only thought of it as a mere 'crush' rather than anything else. She couldn't imagine herself making love to him like Beric had imposed and she couldn't imagine just spending the rest of her life with him. She didn't even think that he wanted that. He was more like a stray dog than anything else. She couldn't imagine him wanting to settle down. Killing was all he wanted to do and she accepted that but a part of her did want something from him.

A man had approached Sandor, calling him soft in the head when they refused to let him in with the food. He had said that the wedding feast was over but even Alia and Arya could still here the noise of people celebrating.

Alia felt something shift beside her and she noticed that Arya was about to bail and so when she reached out to grab her back, Arya had slipped through her fingertips.