Brienne the Beauty. Brienne the Beauty. The taunting went through her head as she stared at herself in the mirror. This dress was more than ridiculous. Her hair was more than ridiculous. But her father had insisted.

"Brienne, My love. Just for tonight. please." Selwyn walked up behind his only surviving child, his moon and his stars.

"For you, Father, anything, but do know this pains me." She turned and looked at him, "I'm not going to find my husband back here. Im not going to even find any eyes upon me except in a mocking fashion. Brienne the Beauty they'll all whisper."

"Why is being beautiful such a bad thing, Brienne?" She couldnt help but to laugh at her father. He sighed. "If tonight dosent go the way it should, We can forget about all this courting nonsense."

"Really?" She asked.

"Really. Your happiness means more to me than anything." Selwyn sat down in the chair by her bed. So many nights he sat here reading her tales of brave knights or rubbing her back while she cried into her pillow. So many nights he took on the role her mother would have.

"Sir, I just want to be the best Warrior I can be. I don't want to be weighed down with petticoats and jewlery. I want to fight like the greatest knight there ever has been." Brienne turned and looked at him. He didn't see a sixteen year old there. He saw his four year old there begging him to punish her brother and not her for breaking his painting above the entry way fireplace. No. She was no longer a child. She was a woman now. She was all he had other than these empty halls.

"I just don't want our name to die." He said. Brienne rushed over to him, knelt down, and took his hands.

"And it won't Father. I will carry our name on. Great stories will be written about me. Brienne of Tarth, the great warrior woman." She said, blue eyes pleading with him. "Frocks and boys arent for me. It's silly that the World makes it because I am a lady I must wed someone against my will. Our name wouldnt carry on anyway, Father. His would." He stared at her.

"The world is wrong, My child, and you will help change that." He put his hand on her cheek with a soft caress. "Please, endure tonight and tomorrow I will train you. Forget everything you have learn from the deck hand. Ive seen you train and you have talent, but You will learn much more from me. Tomorrow We will start working on your dreams."


Brienne the Warrior. Brienne the Warrior. She hoped her father had word of what has been going on in the North. Of course, he did. Selwyn knew everything. Brienne hoped her father was beaming with pride. She sighed with nostalgia. It had been a few years since she saw him.

But now she was here, in Winterfell, watching this stupid bafoon sleep and breath day in and day out to make sure infection didn't set in. The fall had been great. He should be dead, but by the grace of God or whoever he prayed to, He was alive. His leg was bad when he was found. Brienne had seen a lot of injury on the battle field. Shes mended a lot of injury, but his leg was the worse she had ever seen. If he will be able to walk again, it will be a miracle.

His head was covered in blood when He was laid down on the table of the tavern. No one could tell where it was coming from, but they knew it had to be stopped or he would die. Brienne found a gash at the base of his skull about the size of an egg. That was it? Falling from that height and that was all he had on him besides his leg? But he didn't wake up. His breathing was ragged. A groan would escape from his bloodied lips. But he would wake up. So here they were.

Brienne sighed heavily watching his chest rise and fall. His stupid chest. Boy, was he stupid always following her around and acting like a dolt. Why would Brienne be interested in something like that? She was too focused on being a good Warrior and protecting the Ladies of Winterfell to care about the fancies of some boy. A man. A Wildling man. She sighed again. The leader of the Free Folk, who turns out were great people. The stories she grew up with, sure most were true, but they weren't half bad.

"You can wake up at anytime." She said staring at his sleeping face. Every day she came here to check on him. Well, when she wasnt fighting the dead, she was here. Brienne stared at his chest. Rise and fall. Rise and fall.

"Are you staring at my cock?" Tormund crocked out. Brienne would have jumped a mile if given enough space to do so. She glared at him. Thankful he was awake, but Lord, he always knew the most awkward things to say.

"Only in your dream. I am making sure you do not choke on your spit and die." She said. He grunted as he tried to sit up. He felt weak and Tormund Giantsbane did not like that. "I wouldn't do that If I were you. Youve been down for awhile."

"It had a bloody dragon." Tormund said, eye large.

"It dosent anymore." Brienne put her hand on top of his. A small smile crept upon his face. Normally, she would have pulled back, but this man has been through a lot.

"What do you mean, Brienne my Love." He said. She groaned herself.

"I am not you love. But you missed it all. Youve been unconscious. You missed the entire war with the dead." Brienne informed him. The sadness on his face could have broken Brienne's heart.

"Who did We lose?" He asked.

"Many." Brienne's thumb rubbed his hand, "But never you mind that right now. You need to focus on becoming healthy. We'll need you able soon enough."

"I'm always up for the challenge." Tormund gave her a wink and she pulled her hand away.

"Why do you talk to me like that? Why do you talk to me like I'm some beautiful Lady who is all carefree and stupid." She crossed her arms and glared.

"Youre far from stupid, My Lady." Tormund managed to sit up, "And you are beautiful. Youre also pretty fucking strong and bad ass."

"I'm destined to be a great warrior not someones wife." Brienne was ready to stand up but Tormund grabbed her hand.

"You can have both. And Brienne, You already are a great Warrior. You've brought great honor to the Tarth name." Tormund closed his eyes for a second. Brienne couldnt tell if he was in pain or searching for the right words. "I know, I'm not the type of man youve envisioned for yourself or the type of man that your father wished for you. I'll understand if you want me to keep my distance, but Brienne, I do not give up easily. Free Folk take what they want but I have respect for you. " His chuckle sounded tired, "Maybe you should have been a free folk to begin with. We love warrior women. We encourage them to battle along side us. Unlike the South."

They sat there in silence for a moment. That was the most Brienne had ever heard him say. Hell, that was probablly the most Tormud had ever said in his life period. She found it funny someone was so in love with her. Some great warrior fancied her. What a pair they would make though. No one would dare to even breath funny near them. All power. She sighed.

"You don't have to keep your distance, Tormund." She gave him a weak smile, "I just...Love gets in the way. it's dirty and messes everything up."

"Love is fucking dirty. youre right. Would you settle to be my friend?" He asked her.

"We are friends. Thats why I came here every possible day to watch you. To make sure you would okay." She said. Tormund smiled again, this time more awkward.

"You love me." He said with a childlike giggle.

"I tolerate you." She informed him.

"You love me." Brienne blushed. She never blushed. Her blue eyes narrowed.

"I will break your other leg to prevent you from ever finding love." She siad.

"I've already found it." Tormund laid back down and tucked his hands behind his head. "I'm not going to stop, brienne, until the day I die. youre just going to have to get over it."

They sat there in silence again. She stared at the floor until she heard his breathing slow down and a soft snore escape from his. Brienne looked at him. He was a bloody idiot. She had no time for love and giggles and all that other stuff the girls used to flit about. Brienne and Tormund, the greatest Warriors that has ever lived. Brienne couldn't help but to chuckle at that though.

"This is fucking crazy." She whispered shaking her head. She wouodnt let him in. She coudlnt let him in. Love clouded people brains and she couldnt afford that to happen. Not with the threat that was still out there.