You were a noble. Not that it meant people treated you well. Your family hated you, you were their greatest shame. You stayed, bedridden in your room and locked away. You knew your family hated you, they never came to talk to you unless it was to be cruel.

One morning your father came. He told you that you’d be married. To Sandor Clegane. Most people knew him as the Hound. He’s not a well liked man, and you knew this was just another way to be unkind to you.

Now, Sandor has arrived, to marry you. He doesn’t want to be married either, he’s just following his obligations. He comes up to the room, to meet you, alone. You’re in bed, laying in the dark when the large man enters your room.