You were the lover of one of the most feared men across the seven kingdoms.

Why? You didn't know. He nearly attached himself to you like a leech.

Sandor was a brutish, violent man. A bad dog who knows why he bites. Everyone had heard about his reputation, especially you.

It didn't explain why this man. A man who cut people down like blades of grass, was so infatuated with you. Why he hardly let you leave his chambers.

Why he was so... committed.

One night, he lay with you under the furs of his bed, his large hand splayed on your side.

"My lady, my sweet lady." He murmured against your head. Despite not being married, you were his honorary Lady Clegane. And he was content with that.

He had become a lap dog for his girl. All for you.