This is a story of a bastard girl who discovers that the scared man is her father. I don't really see many of this types of stories out in the internet.
That morning the men started to travel to Kingslanding. Maliya stood next to Tormund and saw as her father rode next to the wooden crate.
"Come girl lets go and start your training," says Tormund.
Maliya follows the wildling man back to the courtyard. They both start to fight with a blunt sword.
"You are good," comments Tormund.
"My father has been teaching me sword fighting," explains Maliya.
"You must be a natural," says Tormund.
Maliya smiles. Tormund grins.
"Your father has told me to stay away from you," explains Tormund.
"My father has saved me from men," says Maliya.
"Lords?" asks Tormund.
"King Joffrey ordered one of his guards to beat me, and during a riot I was taken by four men who would have had my way with me if it would not have been for my father killing them," explains Maliya.
"This will never happen to you again, I'll make sure of it," says Tormund.
"Thanks to you and my father, I can now defend myself," says Maliya.
"I want to have babies with you," Tormund blurts out.
Maliya's eyes widen. Tormund blushes.
"I know why my father does not want you near me," chuckles Maliya.
Tormund laughs.
"I apologize your father explains that I make you uncomfortable," explains Tormund.
"I have worked all my life and have not had time for the matters of boys or men," says Maliya.
"We have the rest of our life," says Tormund.
"Well if we survive the upcoming war than I'll think about it," says Maliya.
Tormund smiles.
Maliya and Tormund practiced until Sandor and the other men arrived.
Sandor sensed the difference in his daughter, Maliya was now connected to the hip with the wildling ginger. Sandor was a bit jealous, when he arrived Maliya did hug him and said she missed him, but then she just went back to the wildling.
"It seems you will be a grandfather soon," comment Beric.
"Shut up," says Sandor.
"What do you reckon they are talking about?" asked Beric.
"Who knows, Maliya is too kind she is only laughing so that the fucker doesn't get hurt," says Sandor halfheartedly.
"It seems genuine to me," comment Gendry who is next to Beric.
Sandor only glares at the young man and goes to sit near his daughter.
"Did I ever tell you about Sheila?" asked Tormund.
"I believe you have not," answers Maliya.
"She was the hairiest woman I have ever seen, warm, but mean," says Tormund.
"Where was she from?" asked Maliya.
"She was from the forest, had claws as big as your tiny fingers she did," Tormund continues.
"Claws?" interjected Sandor.
"Aye Sheila was the most beautiful bear, warm and soft inside," continued Tormund.
"A bear!?" exclaims Maliya in surprise.
"You did not fuck a bear," retorts Sandor.
"I did so, and she was a mean one," says Tormund.
Maliya looked to her father surprised. Maliya wondered if Tormund had laid with a bear or if it was tall tale he enjoyed talking about. Sandor of course did not believe the ginger.
"You're a talker, talkers make me thirsty and hungry, do you have any food on you," says Sandor changing the subject.
"The cook made stew, I'll bring you some," answers Maliya getting up to bring her father food.
Sandor looks at Tormund.
"Don't be telling my daughter stories of your conquests, she is a lady," says Sandor.
"Women in my village enjoy my tales of conquests" responds Tormund.
"Not southern girls," says Sandor.
"I wish to have giant babies with her, I have made my intensions clear, so I would prevent her from feeling uncomfortable," responds Tormund.
"You told her what!?" yells Sandor.
"That I wanted to make babies with her," repeats Tormund.
"I left you to train her not to tell shit like that," says Sandor.
Tormund says nothing as he sees Maliya walking towards them with a cup and a bowl of stew. Both men pretended as though they had not spoken for the sake of Maliya.
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