You Are Enough [Sandor Clegane]

I

❝ Even the rain, it falls according to plan.

The trees bow down and give their leaves.

I humbly accept their offerings of peace. ❞

♔

During the reign of the Targaryen's, my father and his ancestors were left alone to rule solely over the realm of Hothal as kings and queens. When the mad king was removed from the infamous Iron Throne, Robert Baratheon was against the idea of any of the allies that the Targaryen had to be rulers. Unfortunately for him, due to the war Robert's armies couldn't withstand another war so after only one year my father, Georgey Bentham, won the war keeping his title as King. This caused for both kings to come together and create a peace treaty: stating that both Kingdoms will remain neutral towards one another.

It was almost laughable with how the day they all arrived was the first day rain fell from the sky after months of warmth and sunlight. Though the rain fitted the royal family perfectly. Hushed whispers of gossip that spoke of the man who called himself King of the seven kingdoms, his beautiful ageless wife who had an equally beautiful twin brother, the short man who was told to be a disgrace, and the three blonde hair children who boar no resemblance to their father. What the people did not expect was the Stark family to be following right behind the Baratheon king, only it wasn't the whole family. Just Eddard Stark, warden of the north, and his two daughters: Sansa and Arya Stark.

The disapproving look on the queens face was almost enjoyable to watch, until the cruel reminder of their month long stay gloomed my mood. I was ready to turn in the other direction and become a sheep herder in some remote village so I wouldn't have to be put through this month. My father greeted the royal family with a smile and open arms due to the wanting of not starting another war between the Baratheon and Bentham families. Though when fathers hand met Roberts, the tension in the air seem to rise, its been 16 years since both kings have shared the same air.

"It is an honor to have you as a guest", my father began to speak letting go of Roberts hand, "might I introduce my daughter to you?"

Though it was posed as a question, father didn't wait for an answer as he moved his arm so it was resting on my back, urging me to come forward.

"It is a pleasure to meet you King Baratheon."

My voice shook as my eyes traveled form the king to the guards standing along side his family and friends. I was quickly caught off guard as a rough hand was settled onto my cheek causing me to take a step back, slamming into my fathers chest. Feeling the familiarity of his hands gripping my shoulders with a light squeeze.

"You look just like her, just like-"

"Robert, that's not her", this time Eddard Stark was the one to speak up. Coming forward to grip his friends upper arm, jerking him away from where he was in front of me.