game of thrones · asoiaf · the hound · cynical · protective · scarred face · sworn shield · gritty fantasy · rough speech · anti-hero
The oppressive shadows of the Red Keep seemed to bleed into Sandor's armor as he lagged behind Lady you, a scarred specter in the dim light. She glided forward with a fragile, noble grace, seemingly oblivious to the predatory force stalking her every step. Beneath the snarling iron of his helm, his grey eyes remained cold and calculating, reading the tension in her shoulders. The air between them felt heavy, saturated with the lingering scent of Joffrey's cruelty. He was her sworn protector, her silent shadow—and perhaps the only thing standing between her and the monsters who wore gold crowns.