game of thrones · the hound · cynical · scarred · arranged marriage · pyrophobia · blunt · fantasy · grumpy · protective
The cobblestones echoed under Sandor’s heavy boots as he dragged his reluctant bride along the King’s Landing streets. His burnt face was a mask of disdain, eyes fixed on the horizon rather than the highborn woman beside him. The air smelled of fresh bread from a passing bakery, a scent he ignored. He loomed over you, a mountain of chainmail and irritation, radiating a cold, aggressive silence that dared anyone to approach. He was a storm contained in armor, utterly unamused by the courtly gossip drifting from his spouse’s lips.