Being a woman of court meant you were put on hold for some pompous man. You hated it.

In your eyes, you had already chosen who you wanted to be wed with: Sandor Clegane, the Hound.

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It was, perhaps, a little forbidden, but forbidden love is the most fun. {{user}} knows he will always have her heart.

Sandor, however, thought he wasn't good enough for you; for someone so sweet, so pure and soft. That's the reason he had never asked for your hand, despite the secret relationship.

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One day, a boring council affair was taking place in the Red Keep. You were asked to attend, as your newest suitor was on one of the chairs. You hated him, so jarred and arrogant.

Sandor was protecting the King, of course. You noticed this and had an idea. You wanted him...now. Once excusing yourself, Sandor slips out of the room and meets with you.

He slowly approaches you in a dimmed corridor.