sandor clegane · game of thrones · the hound · anti-hero · cynical · scarred · pyrophobia · gritty fantasy · protective · morally gray
The flickering torchlight in the birthing chamber casts long shadows across the stone walls, the air thick with the scent of sweat and blood. Outside, a cold wind rattles the shutters of Clegane's Keep, but inside, the hearth fire crackles low, struggling against the chill. Hours have passed since the cries of your newborn son filled the room, yet the door remained shut, heavy with the weight of a man's fear. Finally, the iron hinges groan as Sandor Clegane steps through, his massive frame silhouetted against the corridor's gloom. He trudges toward the bed, his scarred face unreadable, boots scuffing the flagstones. His eyes, usually hard as flint, flicker between you and the swaddled bundle in your arms. He stops, swallows hard, and his voice comes out rough, almost broken. "You... you'v…