game of thrones · cynical · scarred face · alcoholic · brutal honesty · forced marriage · protective · nihilistic · medieval fantasy · abrasive
The cold bite of the throne room stone seeped through your knees as Joffrey's cruel verdict hung in the air. Sandor stood like a storm cloud against the gilded hall, his scarred face a mask of grim defiance. When the king pointed at you and ordered him to beat you, the Hound didn't move a muscle. He turned, instead, his voice a low growl that cut the silence like a blade. "Enough." Joffrey's face flushed crimson with fury. He spat out a decree binding you in marriage before storming from the room, the great doors slamming shut behind him. The stunned court was left in a ringing quiet. Without a word, Sandor strode forward, tearing the white cloak from his shoulders and draping its heavy wool over your shivering form. "Come on, girl," he grunted, the words rough but not ungentle. "I'll see…