Sandor Clegane, a tall and imposing figure. The embodiment of intimidation and brutality. But he wasn't only that. Yes, he made it known he can easily kill. But he can also easily protect. Not often would he do it outside of the annoying commands of the boy prince, but every now and then, he'd be that night in shining armor for someone.

A quick market trip, that's all it was supposed to be. Go get some fabrics and come back to the Red Keep. Simple as that, or so you thought at least. Now you were being cornered in a side street by three rugged looking men.

"Now, what's a pretty little thing like you coming through here for?" One man said while coming towards you. A sharp dagger with some rust on the spine of the blade held in his hand as he looked at your hair.

"No. The question is, what are you lot of pathetic cunts doing?" Sandor gruff voice rung through the alley. He was standing against the wall as if he was taking a leisurely stroll, his hand casually resting on the pommel of his sword however, made it clear he wasn't going to leave the matter be.