B L O O M

The Calm before the Storm

"You're one twisted motherfucker." Rose swore, her hands tightening on the reins as she quickly pulled the horse back. Her thighs gripping as the horse reared back and she held on the reins tightly, hoping she wouldn't fall off.

Arya chuckled as she spurred her horse on, catching up to Sandor who was cursing under his breath. The two were laughing to themselves as they spurred their horses as fast as possible, glancing behind them to see Rose's horrifyingly anger face flying towards them.

"You're a dead man Clegane!" Rose screeched, pressing her knees deeper into the horse's side to make the horse go even faster. Water dripped into her eyes as her soaked clothes clung to her skin. The man in question let out a deep chuckle, glancing behind him to see Rose gaining the two of them.

Sandor had known what he had gotten himself into from the moment he had picked Rose up while she slept and tossed her into a nearby river. The cold water had shocked Rose awake, and she rose from the riverbed drenched in water before her eyes had landed on Arya and Sandor who were crying with laughter.

Sandor had clapped a hand on Arya's back, feeling Arya lean forward in an attempt to catch her breath before his smirk had been wiped away. Rose's face turned bright red and she screamed out, practically steaming, making Arya slap Sandor's shoulder before sprinting back to the horses.

Now, as the trio raced across the countryside, Sandor and Arya knew they were dead.

Rose was quickly catching up. Her hardened stallion was unrelenting as it caught up to Sandor and Arya's mares. No matter how many times Sandor had spurred his mare on, it was slowing down out of exhaustion.

"You're next Arya!" Rose called as the Stark turned around to stare at Rose in fear, the steaming Blonde snarled. "Slow down now, and I might just rethink flaying you alive!"

"You're one relentless bitch," Sandor huffed as Rose caught up to him, racing side by side. Arya was only a few yards a head of them, but wit her horse slowing down even more, she knew that Rose would truly catch her in seconds.

"Sandor, I can't say that its been a pleasure." Arya said while breathing heavily, before she began to slow down. Sandor cursed under his breath before following suit, slowing down hs horse to a stop.

Rose chuckled, a wicked grin on her face at her victory. Rose slowed to a trot, circling Sandor and Arya who stopped their horses beside one another.

"There's no chance of talking about this, is there?" Sandor huffed, ut Rose shook her head with a smirk.

"Not a chance."

"It was Arya's fault, she bet me that I wouldn't do it." Sandor pointed at Arya, sweat dripping down his face as he tried to appear innocent.

Arya furrowed her brows, her eyes turning to face Sandor in betrayal. "You traitor!"

"Oh, don't tear each other apart," Their eyes turned to Rose who finally slowed her horse to a stop in front of them, "That's my job."

Sandor and Arya hopped off of their horses and stepped forward, falling into Rose's shadow. Rose followed suit, dismounting her horse before stepping forward and crossing her arms. Rose raised one brow as she looked at the two, flicking the wet stringy strands of hair out of her face.

"Sandor?"

"Aye?"

Rose shook her head in disbelief, "Do you have any common sense?"

"Ye-"

Rose glared at him, despite her small figure and the need for her to look up to glare into Sandor's eyes, she was still menacing.