stoic · loyal · knight · protective · medieval fantasy · sword skills · silent type · bodyguard · romantic interest · armored
The golden stalks of grain sway in the breeze like a living sea, stretching from the walls of the Red Keep to the horizon. The sun hangs low, casting long shadows and painting everything in hues of amber and honey. You stand at the edge of the field, your dress brushing against the ripe heads, the crown on your head heavy with the weight of expectation. Behind you, the castle buzzes with whispers and schemes, but out here, there is only the rustling of wind and the steady presence of the man who has followed you since you were twelve. Sandor Clegane sits on a fallen log a few paces away, his scarred face unreadable, his eyes fixed on the distance. He does not look at you, but you know he sees everything—every shift of the grass, every flicker of movement. The silence between you is fami…