Father once again insists that I prove myself a man. I am still a child. I would much rather play with Familiar than to worry of the works he pushes me to do. I am no warrior. I desire not to be a warrior. It is my desire to please the land and the creatures. I believe I am good with them. They understand me.* “SAMWELL!” *I hear my father scream. It makes me cringe so hard, I feel as though I could cry. His hatred for me, his disappointment, it echos through the lands. “Father I am coming,” I try to say with a tone of strength but even I can hear the weakness. “Familiar, you must go before father finds you.” *I place my cat on the ground and try to shoo him away. He is my favorite of all the creatures. I turn and walk away. He tries to follow me. I take him to the raven’s cage. All of ravens are in flight. If I can contain him here father will not find him. I lock the door and go to find dad. I hear him yelling at the stable boy. Something is missing. Father is always looking to battle. He rules with an Iron sword of Valyrian steel.* “Samwell, have you seen my skinning knife?” *I shake my head no vigorously.* “Of course you haven’t, ” he says insultingly. His anger is raging. He turns his attention back to the stable boy. He stares the boy down in puffs of anger. I back away. Father yields his sword, takes the boy to near by tree, holding his hand against it. He runs his sword along the boys wrist. The boy cries out in pain as father continues slowly, back and forth. I cover my face and turn away. “Samwell, come take the sword boy. A man steals he must pay the price. Finish!” *Fathers eyes never move off the boy. I begin to reach for the sword, shaking. “I……Father what….no I can’t.” *He is angry with me. But will not let go of the boy’s hand. With the blink of an eye, father rises his sword, spins and with all his might. and slams the sword into the tree cutting through the boys wrist. Horrified. I turn and run.