You Are Enough [Sandor Clegane]

VI

❝The winds of change are blowing wild and free
You ain't seen nothin' like me yet.❞

♔

"Why would you do this? If the Lannister's has found this instead of me, who knew what they would do!" I watched Matthias rub his face repeatedly as I threw the papers that belonged to Lord Stark on his desk. I was trying to find some parchment to write to father when I discovered the hidden scrolls detailing the investigation of finding King Robert's bastard children in order to throw the Lannister's off the Iron Throne, at the end of each scroll was the Stark seal.

"Malda, this is none of your concern", Matthias stated as he now began to rest his elbows on the table. His tired face was rid of any youth, making it seemed like he has aged a century since stepping foot in the great capital.

"None of my concern? I think my fathers hand's, who is to also be my hand when I take the crown, life is very much my concern. I want you living, not six feet below the ground."

"If you must know, Lord Stark is merely having me hold a few letters for him, until he can gather enough evidence."

"Evidence for what? Getting his head removed from his neck?"

Silence merged into the room as I tightly held the crumpled up scrolls. I wanted to throw them in the fire, get rid of any trace that Matthias was corresponding with a man who was turning into an enemy of Westeros. Slowly he stood up from his chair and walked around the desk till he stood in front of it, leaning his back against the edge, staring at back at me.

"Enlighten me, Malda. What are you going to do about the on coming threats to your crown?" I gave him a frown trying to figure out what he was trying to say.

Letting a sheepish smile settle on his lips he started to speak again, "You have the Targaryen crude trying to take away your army. The Lannister's are bent on making an alliance with you, and most importantly you have yet to be wed or at least courted. Don't give me that look, you are eighteen and haven't accepted any of the courtships that have been offered to you. I know you've been receiving them, because everyday I keep finding more and more letters ripped into pieces. I was informed that the Tyrells have been trying to have you come to their court in order to introduce you to Loras Tyrel."

I couldn't find my words. I knew he would find out sooner or later about the torn letters I tried throwing out, in hopes that I wouldn't have to face the impending reality of being married to some highborn lord. Twisting my fingers around, I looked away from his clever eyes. It was expected of me to marry before I took my fathers throne, but I never thought the time would come so fast.

"Or perhaps none of the letters have caught your eye, because you've been so distracted by that Stark girl and the prince's guard dog. You have duties as the future ruler of your kingdom, you-"