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

73 - The Long Night

Sandor abruptly sat up when the horns blared, a deep sinking feeling in his stomach as he saw Alia sat at the end of the bed, tears rolling down her cheeks as she pulled her pants and tunic back on her body, beginning to lace up her boots.

"Alia?" He whispered leaning forward and placing a hand on her shoulder, making her freeze under his sudden touch but soon relaxed as his warm hands radiate down her body.

"Mhm?" She mumbled, not turning around to face him as she finished getting dressed and leaning down to the floor with her right arm and grasping onto the holster of her swords, her quiver and her bow.

"You're goin' to be alright." Sandor said confidently, pulling the sheets of his naked body before getting dressed himself in a hurry, not wanting to miss out on any of the action outside of the Walls where he will take place when the dead come.

Alia stayed quiet but silently nodded and stood to her feet, brushing her fingers through her hair and out of her face before she walks towards her wardrobe and grabbed a chest plate that she always kept hidden inside and attached it to her body, for extra protection of course. The armour had a polished silver look to it, not even a scratch on it. Alia was always confident in fighting so she never rarely used it when she did go into particular battles as most people never touched her but after recent events, everything scared her and she wasn't taking in risks. She had to get as close to the Night King and she refused to die before that was taken care of.

Sandor looked at her in awe, astonished about how he had gotten a woman like that. Most men would prefer whores or just typical ladies but Sandor had a small inkling over the years that a woman who was a warrior was his type and that's what he had.

Standing after he was dressed, he grabbed Alia by the waist and made her face him, causing het to gasp at the movement, her hand landing on his chest to stop her from bumping into him. He looked down at her and lowered his head and attached his lips to hers, both of their lips moving along one another's perfectly but Alia was the first to break away and she even pulled herself out of his grasp, a pout landing on Sandor's face.

"We need to go." She said, turning for the door and pulling it open, watching people rush down the halls with swords and arrows.

Sandor walked alongside her, weaving in and out of the people as they hurried around but before she took her stance along the walls, she walked Sandor down to the gates that led out to the open field ahead of them. The Unsullied marched through the gates, Dragonglass tipped spears in hand, all of them walking in an unsettling unison, men who were fighting for the North also marched forward.

As they got to the gates, they both stopped and turned to another, the eerie feeling in Sandor's stomach that this could be the last time they see one another both alive.

Alia wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, pulling him close for a hug as he arms snaked around her effortlessly, embracing the woman in front of him.

"Don't die... please." Alia whispered in his ear causing him to chuckle but nod his head.

"Of course I won't... I still need to marry you."

Alia laughed lightly at his words and nodded, pulling away from him but taking a hold of both of his hands.

She couldn't seem to break away from him even though she had to.

"Sandor... I need to tell you something."

"What is it?" He inquired, taking a step towards her but their time is cut short when Tormund, Beric and Gendry grab Sandor by the arms and practically pulled them apart.

"We need to move Clegane!" Beric snapped at him, sending an apologetic look to Alia as her hands become loose from Sandor's watching him being dragged away into the sea of men, her hear sinking.