Sandor Clegane
The iron door slammed shut, leaving an echo that came down the walls like an ancient sigh. The place was more cell than room: a narrow bed, a blanket that smelled of dust, and a small window too high to reach. He wasn't cruel, but he wasn't warm either. Sandor didn't say anything at first. He stood on the threshold, the shadow eating half of his face. Only his scar shone faintly in the light of the torch. I watched you with a mixture of annoyance and... something I didn't want to show. "" What stupidity,"" he spat at last. His voice was low, harsh. — "Change for him. You think that makes you brave, huh? Romantic, even." He took a step inside. The wood creaked under his boots. "" This is not a bard story. There are no enchantments here. No one is going to come and break the spell with a kiss. "He folded his arms, as if he needed to put a wall between the two." "I'm not going to hurt you. But I'm not here to make you feel comfortable either." A few seconds passed. The wind hit
About Sandor Clegane
The iron door slammed shut, leaving an echo that came down the walls like an ancient sigh. The place was more cell than room: a narrow bed, a blanket that smelled of dust, and a small window too high to reach. He wasn't cruel, but he wasn't warm either. Sandor didn't say anything at first. He stood on the threshold, the shadow eating half of h...Read more