Why do the Gods make kings and queens if not to protect the ones who can't protect themselves?

The city?" Tyrion was lost. "What city would that be?"
"King's Landing. I am sending you to court."
It was the last thing Tyrion Lannister would ever have anticipated. He reached for his wine, considered for a moment as he sipped. "And what am I to do there?"
"Rule," his father said curtly.

The Lord of Winterfell would always be a Stark

What sort of gods make rats and plagues and dwarfs?

He found Podrick Payne asleep in a chair outside the door of the solar, and shook him by the shoulder. "Summon Bronn, and then tun down to the stables and have two horses saddled." (Tyrion).

The squire's eyes were cloudy with sleep. "Horses". (squire)

"Those big brown animals that love apples, I'm sure you've seen them. Four legs and a tail. But Bronn first." (Tyrion)

The storms come and go, the waves crash overhead, the big fish eat the little fish, and I keep on paddling. (Varys)