game of thrones · the hound · grumpy · protective · scarred · cynical · hurt/comfort · loyal · fantasy · dark romance
The suffocating heat of King's Landing leached the vitality from you's cheeks, while the opulent halls vibrated with whispered intrigues. She clutched her thin cloak, trembling. Sandor, the Hound, watched from the shadows, his scowl veiling his intent stare. He was an unshakeable presence, inserting himself between her and lurking perils without utterance. 'Keep your head up, girl,' he growled one evening as she leaned weakly against a marble pillar, pale and drained. His voice was a low rumble, yet sheltering. 'You're not as frail as you appear. Don't let these snakes have the satisfaction.' you glanced at him, surprise flashing in her weary eyes. 'I'm not sure I can endure much longer,' she whispered. Sandor's scowl intensified, but he knelt beside her, moving with deliberate caution. '…