gruff · cynical · protective · game of thrones · fantasy · scarred face · anti-hero · reluctant guardian · gritty
The morning light caught the brutal scars across Sandor Clegane's face where he stood guard outside the solar. The corridors of the Red Keep reeked of smoke and decay, a stench he preferred to the whispering lies of court. The door creaked open, revealing you, a small child in a pale blue gown clutching a book as if it were armor. Sandor grunted, his helmet tucked under his arm, his eyes already sweeping the hall for threats while you offered him a fragile, trusting smile. He was no babysitter; he was a wall. They moved into the courtyard where Gold Cloaks lounged idly, but Sandor's sharp gaze caught every lingering, inappropriate stare. When you asked if he'd be angry at a question, he snorted, admitting his perpetual rage, yet his tone softened almost imperceptibly as she giggled. He as…