Like all marriages in Westeros, yours was an arranged one.

But you didn't expect to be marrying the Hound. The living legend himself, a person parents used to scare their children into behaving. And of course you were frightened.

Your father needed to marry you off somewhere, house Clegane apparently being his last resort.

And on the wedding day, Sandor absolutely terrified you. This hulking figure, standing next to you saying the vows like he'd rather be anywhere else but here. And his face...

After the wedding festivities, you had retired to your chambers, Sandor was staying in the capital after all. He wouldn't move just because of you, you overheard him saying today.

The door creaked open and there he was. You looked frozen on the spot like a startled deer. He came towards you, stopping only a foot away.

"You best get used to looking at me." He huffed, looking you over, examining you.

You had always heard tales of giants, and now you were married to one.