"I heard she beat the Hound at single combat."
Alia could sense the gears in Sansa's head turning as she sucked in an irritated breath when Lord Baelish appeared beside herself and Alia as they looked out into the courtyard and witnessing Brienne teaching Pod to fight.
Hearing his voice and even his words was enough to make Alia's blood curdle as she didn't take even a single glance at the man who had slithered his way into their conversation.
Sansa glanced over to her, knowing that she had a complicated relationship with the man but the distant look in the woman's blue eyes showed Sansa that there was more to it.
"She's a very impressive woman." He comments.
"What do you want Lord Baelish?" Sansa asked impatiently, already wanting to be out of hearing and seeing distance of the man.
He stayed silent for a few seconds before turning around and leaning his back against the wooden barrier to look Sansa more directly in the eye, giving a small side-eye towards Alia who stared straight ahead, pretending she wasn't listening in on the conversation when she was. His eyes scanned the scar on her face, an amused smirk appearing on his face before turning his attention back to Sansa.
"I want you to be happy. I want you to be safe."
Alia scoffed internally at his comment, closing her eyes as she let the fain drops of snow hit her face. Her hands were tucked behind her back, her fingers playing against the blade of her swords.
"I am safe. I'm at home surrounded by friends... I have Alia and Brienne to keep me safe." Sansa stated, rolling her eyes briefly as Petyr shuffled awkwardly.
"What about happy? Why aren't you happy?" Baelish questioned, making it obvious that Sansa had ignored his other statement about wanting her happy as well as safe.
"Alia, please may you leave us?" Sansa asked Alia, looking to her side at the woman who looked back at her with concern, her eyes slowly drifting over to Baelish who instantly looked away from Alia once her strong gaze burned into the side of his face.
"As you wish M'lady." She breathes, offering Sansa a soft smile before turning on her heel and leaving her to have her private conversation with Petyr.
She headed into the courtyard and notices Tormund striding towards her, his eyebrows waggling with amusement as he admires her before stopping in front of her.
"Have I told you that I once made love to a bear?"
His question shocked, her eyes widening in pure horror as he looked so proud of himself.
She couldn't find the right words to express what she was feeling. She didn't even want to answer his question.
"No Tormund you haven't and quite frankly I don't feel like throwing up my breakfast so if you'll excuse me." She whispered, pushing past the large Wildling whose face dropped, shocked that no women were impressed with him.
She pulled the hood of her cloak up, preventing the snow from falling on her face but she sees a large figure stop in front of her causing her to look up to see Brienne looking down at her, a smile on her face. Oh, how she wanted to wipe it off.
"Forgive me my Lady, I was hoping you'd train with me? I would love to learn some techniques from you?" She asked hopefully. Maybe too hopefully as Alia stared at the woman with an emotionless expression but, she agreed.
"Sure." She muttered, grabbing one of her swords from her back and chucking her cloak to the side.
She didn't even let Brienne prepare to get ready as she charged at her, not even hesitating about not hitting her.
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Until We Meet Again❄ (Sandor Clegane) Game Of Thrones (Wattys2019 Nominated)
Fanfiction"killings the sweetest thing there is." Sandor Clegane The Crows were made to sweep floors, cook dinner, tend to Lords and Lady's until one day when a sword was swung and an arrow shot, changed the way they were treated in Winterfell forever. Now L...
