You Are Enough [Sandor Clegane]

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❝And I feel life for the very first time
Love in my arms.❞

♔

Stannis would keep me alive. He would need an alliance with my father if he managed to take the Iron Throne. Fear struck my heart as I realized that he needed me alive, but not Sansa or the other highborn ladies. The thought of Sansa being raped over and over again was enough for me to try and hold onto Sandor even tighter. His sleeping body was faced away with me as his back was the only thing in my view. I held tightly onto his body, wrapping an arm around his chest and a leg resting over his waist. This is how we always ended up waking up to. If Sandor minded, he never spoke of it.

When I woke up in the morn Sandor was already getting dress. Pushing my body up in a sitting position, I brought my legs up to my chest and watched his process of putting on his armor. There was something odd about this scenario. It felt comfortable. Like I could wake up and watch him get ready everyday.

"I hate that helm", I crawled over to the edge of his bed and reached over to the table to take the heavy helm in my hands. Even though it was beautifully crafted, but it was a reminder of the cruel name that was given to him.

"Doesn't matter if you don't care for it. Now give it, butterfly." Smiling now I stood up on the bed and waited for him to approach me. This has been the only time I've been able to almost look directly in his eyes without having to hurt my neck in the process. The height difference was remarkable, standing on the bed I now reached right blow his chin. I bent down and put the helm on the bed before reaching up and taking Sandor's face in my hands. I tightened my hold on him when he tried to move away. I whispered a soft no to make him stay still. Slowly I caressed his scared face; it was surprisingly soft though where the burn started it had a rough edge.

"Why didn't you become knighted? As the kings guard and one of the best fighters in all of Westeros you should've been knighted.", I stated calmly as I began to move his hair away from his face.

"My brother's a knight."

"But you're not your brother, Sandor."

Sandor's hand came up and took hold of my wrist as he looked down at me, "when your pretty little head thinks of knights what does it imagine? Pretty boy heroes who are honorable and protect little girls like you? Knights are shit, they rape and fuck anything with sweetness between their legs, kill for fun, and take whatever they fucking want."

"That's your brother. Not every single knight is bad-"

"You are living in a fantasyland, butterfly. You're going to get a rude awaken when you become a queen."

I let out a heavy sigh as I took a step back away from him, ripping my wrist away in the process. Slowly I removed myself from the bed and walked to where my dressing gown laid on top of the only chair in the room. Wrapping it around my body I made my way towards the door before stopping to look at the man once more..