You Are Enough [Sandor Clegane]

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❝ But there, is a light
In the dark, and I feel its warmth ❞

♔

Eddard Stark was going to get himself killed. That much I figured out from my time in the capital. Watching him go about questioning others about the Kings nightly pleasures, was enough information to figure out his intent. Like Matthias and myself, Lord Stark didn't truly believe that the children Cersei birthed were biologically the King's. My suspicion was that queen was bedding her own twin brother.

When I spoke to Matthias about it he only told me to hold my tongue, unless I wanted to lose it. He wasn't adjusting well in the capital. Matthias wasn't use to not having anything to do, he spent most of his time writing to my father about the people he was unfortunately forced to interact with or hovering over me as I took walks throughout the Red Keep, trying to suppress my boredom. I couldn't blame him though, Kingslanding wasn't exactly the safest place to reside.

Both the King and Queen held their own personal opinions about my presence. Robert, had a tendency of ignoring me and straying far away. The few times he acknowledge me were the most awkward and uncomfortable experiences I've ever had the misfortune to deal with. He once gave me a bundle of blue roses, Sandor informed me they were called Winter Roses, when he handed them to me I noticed Lord Stark quickly ushered for someone to throw them out before they could touch water. Other times he would try to grasp my hand in his or move to be closer to me, sometimes whispering the name Lyanna.

Cersei on the hand was the opposite. She would constantly send for my persence, requesting I join her for tea or a walk in the gardens or to get fitted for a new gown. The affection she began to spur on me was shocking, but of course it wasn't real. Once over hearing a conversation between her and Joffrey where she states how anyone who wasn't a Lannister was to be seen as an enemy. What caused to truly despise the woman was the underlying fact that she was forcing Joffrey to be kind to Sansa, having a Stark wrapped around a Lannister's finger was seen as power. Though she sent presents of dresses, jewelry, and anything else a young girl could want, I knew it was all part of her game.

Gathering a handful of one of the fine dresses Cersei Lannister had sent me, I walked the steps towards where Sansa sat waiting for the tournament to begin. Matthias denied my offer to attend for he didn't see the enjoyment in watching grown men getting thrown off horses by a large stick. Sansa quickly perked up in her seat as she saw me coming closer towards her, until my eyes met the metal plate of mans covered chest. Looking up, the man was obviously a Lannister guard as his chest piece had the carving of a lion bestrode on it. The knight informed me that the queen requested that I sit with her and her family. Requested, as if I really had a saying. Peering over to where the royal family were seated I quickly searched for the tall frame of Clegane.

"Ah, my precious little princess", Cersei cooed as I stood in front of her and King Robert who was aimlessly drinking paying no attention to what was happening, "how are you today?"