You Are Enough [Sandor Clegane]

XI

❝I'm going to write it in stone
that you were my home.❞

♔

"You think you're good with that bow you little twat?", Sandor's voice boomed in front of me as he mocked the man who stood next to him. A small smile settled on my lips as I found his remark almost humorous.

Though the man with the bow didn't take a liking for the comment and quickly retorted back, "better than anyone you've met".

Whatever he was about to say next, I wasn't able to catch as my arm was lightly pulled back. Turning around quickly I was met the face of an older man. Slowly I took a step back as his fingers ceased from my own skin. Clearing his throat, his posture immediately changed as he straightened out his back.

"You no longer have to worry about the Hound. The Brotherhood Without Banners will make sure that no more harm will come to you."

No more harm. The way he said those words with such caution made it sound like he was insinuating that Sandor would do such a thing. A tight smile was forced on my face, as I took another step back, "thank you for your concern, but I am quite content with him. Now please excuse me."

Without bothering to wait for the man's reaction I quickly turned around and made my way towards Sandor, who was now sitting in a small wooden carriage. It was almost funny how he nearly didn't fit in it, though the moment I spotted the dark hood pulled over his head the humor of the situation disappeared. The bow man took noticed to my sudden presence and outstretched a hand to help me into the carriage. He then thrusted an identical black hood to my lap as I sat beside Sandor.

"Can't have you know where we live, not even a pretty girl like you", ignoring the comment I quickly tugged the fabric over my head. Slowly I reached a hand forward until I felt the chain-mail of Sandor's armor and wrapped my fingers around it. There was something comforting about the coldness of the metal.

Time passed slowly. After what seemed like hours, I leaned against Sandor as I felt the need to succumb to sleep. Despite the current situation the feeling of Sandor beside me, ease some of the panic I could feel rising in my chest.

-

The moment the hood was taken off my head, the bright fire light blurred my vision. Taking a moment to blink away the blurriness, it wasn't until I took in the location when my eyes landed on the small petite figure of a girl.

"Arya", the name left my lips in a swift breath as I pulled the girl against my chest. Feeling her arms wrap around my body, caused tears to fall from my eyes. Hearing her whisper my name, made me hold on to her even more tightly. My worries of her being dead, were finally proven wrong. Slowly I pulled away from her and placed my hands gently against her cheeks. There were so many things I wanted to tell her. First I wanted to yell at her for leaving Kingslanding alone without her sister or me, then I wanted to hold her. Never letting her go as I told her how much I've missed her and will never let her out of my sight again. Though those plans were interrupted once I heard Sandor's voice.