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

60 - Battle of the Bastards

A/N bit of a filler this chapter as you can tell from reading it but i'm trying to speed up the process of his book as i feel like it's becoming long winded? maybe? i don't know i'm just insecure you guys are getting bored :((( anyway, hope this is alright x

Pushing all of her emotions to one side, after a few weeks, Alianora was off to battle. It had been a gruelling process for her and she barely left her room. Edd and Archie would try and drag or plead at her to come out but she locked herself in, refusing food, water or any comfort from anyone.

The only person she had let in was Davos. She explained about Sandor and how Brienne had killed him for protecting Arya when she believed it should have been her. But, he just showed her pity. He wouldn't talk much about it to her as he would try and clear her mind of things but how could she clear her mind completely when a huge war was coming from the living and the dead? She had promised Jon she would fight to get his, their, home back and that's what she planned on doing.

He had also presented her with a gift. He explained that he had made something for Princess Shireen Baratheon before she was tragically killed. How though? He didn't know. He then clarified that it was only fair to gift his real daughter with something. He had considered the gift plenty of times, unsure if Alia would even want it but he had handed her over a piece of white silk which was used to wed Davos and her mother before they parted ways. Her mother had thrown it at his face in rage and told him to take his things and leave. Most people would have burnt it to a crisp but not Davos. He believed it would bring him luck. Amusingly to Alia and Davos he found it lucky that if he could have survived the heartbreak from Alia's mother then he could survive anything.

"Maybe you'll use it one day? There are lots of lucky men who would line themselves up to marry you." He complimented which only made her laugh slightly, the first laugh she had given in around two weeks.

"I never saw myself marrying anyone anyway. That's not me. It wasn't him either." She mumbled the last part quietly, referring to Sandor.

Believing Sandor would ever get married was like believing that the moon was made of cheese; impossible.

Meeting near Winterfell, Ramsey had Rickon prisoner and used him as target practice. Alia watched with glistening eyes as the young wolf charged for his brother, the white wolf riding his stallion to save his little brother. But, the arrow struck. Impaling Rickon to the ground.

Alia looked to her brother, gripping the reigns to her horse tightly as she gets prepared to let loose on everyone.

"Go, go! Follow your Commander!" Davos screams at the top of his lungs once Jon carried on riding, heading straight to the line of horses and men.

"Kill every cunt you see!" Alia cried out, pointing both of her swords forward as they all charge.

As she got closer, knowing her horse was going to die within impact, she carefully balances herself and move her feet from the stirrups onto the seat of the saddle, slowly standing up. When close enough, she leapt forward into the massacre, her swords crossed over one another and snapping a mans head off like a pair of scissors.

When the battle had commenced, she went straight in with a face like thunder and slashed down any man that got in her way from the opposing side. She would twirl both of her swords around effortlessly and embed her swords into peoples heads, throats, legs, stomachs etc. anywhere that she could.

She barely had any marks on her but that soon changed when the Bolton's had swarmed them, completely circling them with their large shield as barricades before slowly enclosing them all with spears, chanting and stabbing everyone who was on the outer circle.