You Are Enough [Sandor Clegane]

III

❝I wanna be somewhere away from this place

Yeah, somewhere just a little closer to grace ❞

♔

It was the final week of the kings visits, over the past month I have gown quite attached to the elder Stark sister. Everyday she would grace my chambers so I could weave flowers into her hair. Telling me once that Joffrey paid her a compliment about them, saying it made her look beautiful. The poor girl was beginning to fall helpless in love with the prat. Part of me wanted to shove her in my own wardrobe so she couldn't go to Kingslanding and be forced to face reality.

"Prince Joffrey and I are having tea in one of gardens today," Sansa voiced as she handed me another flower, "perhaps you could join us."

"Not today my little flower. I have somethings that I must do, though I wont object to the two of us having our own dinner together tonight. I had my seamstress make some mock up gowns for you to look over, she has insisted to make you a dress for the day you arrive in Kingslanding."

Kinsley, the royal seamstress, has developed an infatuation with the red haired girl. Stating that the Stark girl was the only one to understand the need for so many different gowns. Sansa would shout in adoration at every newly made dress brought to her by Kinsley and had voiced just how much she admired her craftsmanship.

"Really!? Yes, then we must! I hope she ordered that fabric that has actual gold in it! It looked so pretty! And it was the Lannister's house colors too. Do you think Joffrey will like it?"

Settling the last flower into her hair I moved around her chair to stand right beside her, taking her hand in mine I forced a smile to grace my own lips.

"Joffrey would be a blind idiot if he didn't see just how beautiful you are."

Three time I have cut my own hands trying to gather the bundle of purple lilacs that were too high for my own reach, but they were the only purple ones in this part of the gardens. Setting down the basket that held the dozens of other lilacs, I stood on my toes and while holding the dagger in my left hand I moved forward to grip onto the stone wall. The purple lilacs grew wild, refusing to grow on actual bushes like the others, instead they took to growing alongside the walls. Before I could attempt cut the flowers off a sword swung down hard against the wall doing it for me. Jumping out of the way in surprise I watched as the flowers drop to the ground. Before trailing my eyes away from them to the man who was removing his sword from the wall.

It was him. Sandor Clegane.

"Thank you Ser", I quickly bent down to gather the fallen treasure.