Onion Breath - Chapter Ten
Everything was on fire as Little Bird opened her eyes. The last thing she remembered was running up the stairs to the battlement, screaming for the Hound as the enemy broke through their defenses. Now she was lying in the muddy courtyard, everything covered in ash from the dying fires surrounding her, heavy debris covering half of her body as gentle snowflakes fell from the sky.
She pushed against the weight on her, wincing when her muscles screamed in rebellion against the action, leaving her body still trapped.
I need to get up. I need to find him.
She turned her head, her hair splayed out in the cold sludge as she tried to survey the area, searching for the silhouette she had memorized a thousand times.
She didn’t see any movement around her, only small flames flickering as a bitter wind swept through the courtyard. She coughed, her lungs full of smoke, feeling like they were on fire - she couldn’t get a full breath because of the rubble covering her.
She swallowed thickly, pushing against the debris again, a choked sob escaping her throat when she realized it was a person.
She closed her eyes, a single tear leaking out the corner as she prayed to the Gods, whichever ones were listening, that it wasn’t him.
She inhaled deeply, steeling herself before raising a shaky hand, her fingers trembling as she pushed aside the man’s sweaty hair - already knowing in her heart who it was.
She sobbed, a deep noise wrenched from her chest as the Hound’s face was revealed, his body cocooned around hers to protect her, to save her.
“No! NO!” She screamed into the air, her voice raw and deep, full of sorrow. Tears leaked from her eyes as she dug her heels into the mud beneath her, trying to stand fruitlessly - his body was impossible to move.
“Get UP! Get up, you BASTARD!” She hit his shoulder, her palm smacking against his cold armor with a dull slap, the body on top of her remaining motionless.
She didn’t care, she bucked her hips against his in a bitter mockery of the love they had shared the day before - this time trying to shift his weight off of her so she could get up, get help.
She felt his armor jutting painfully into her hips but she continued fighting with him, trying desperately to get him off of her as tears flowed down her face.
“Don’t DO this to me, you cunt! GET UP! Your Queen demands it!!”
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