Brienne stands at the top of the Broken Tower of Winterfell by herself, watching the sunrise. The sight is breathtaking, but it could also be because of wars about to come. The war against Ramsay Bolton and the Others. Everything is alright right now, but she knows that hen she expects the least, the dead army will arrive and hells will break loose.

It is not unusual for her to be anxious before an imminent battle, but this time she is terrified. Never in her life had she imagined she would have to have to fight the White Walkers. She is glad, however, that her Oathkeeper is made of Valyrian steel, one of the weapons against them, alongside dragonglass. It looks as though Jaime knew what he was doing after all, she thinks, smiling.

"Why are you smiling, lass?" a deep, rough voice interrupts her thoughts. Tormund then gazes into the horizon. "Beautiful view, ain't it?"

"It is," Brienne agrees. She looks at him for a while, then back at the rising sun. In a few hours he will accompany Lady Sansa, Lord Snow and a few others in a small entourage to meet Ramsay Bolton, while she and Podrick Payne will travel to Riverrun in order to get help from Brynden Tully. It had been hard for her her to leave her protector's side, but Sansa had guaranteed she would be safe with her half brother. Brienne was convinced of that, but she could not say the same about the others, especially the Wildling fellow who is now standing right beside her, closing the distance between them.

"You alright?" Tormund asks tentatively. "If it's the Stark girl you're worried about-"

Brienne interrupts him, "No, it's fine, really. I know she will be safe. It's something else that worries me."

"The White Walkers?"

She shoots him a 'How do you know that' look, but she realizes it is a shared fear. "Yes," she finally concedes.

Tormund sighs. "Trust me, lass, nothing has scared the hells out of me more than the dead coming back to life. I've lost so many dear people at Hardhome."

"I can only imagine your pain," Brienne says with a sympathetic hand on Tormunds shoulder. His words pain her, but she cannot help but find herself surprised by her gesture. He grins at her. She blushes.

His voice carries anger. "Aye, it still hurts. But I tell you what, after we win this batter for Snow, I want to crush those dead fuckers and revenge my people."

Brienne slowly removes her hand from Tormund's shoulder and watches him as he stares to what is in front of him. Then she does the same. She still does not trust the Wildling entirely, she still does not like the way he looks at her, but something inside her - maybe her honor? - makes her want to ease his fears and pains. There is nothing more that she can do or say right now, nothing but reach for his hand and intertwine her fingers with his. Too bad their hands are gloved right now, for she would like to feel his skin.

"I want to be there by your side, Tormund," she tells him. "I want to fight them alongside you."

He only presses her hand a little more. "Aye. I'd like that, Brienne."

You can find the complete list a href=" journal/30-Day-OTP-Challenge-LIST-325248585"here/a. The chapters don't necessarily come in chronological order, and some of them take place in Modern Day AU for obvious reasons. I don't promise to update it everyday though... I hope you enjoy it anyway!