To put it bluntly, you were his favorite serving girl.

He'd see you all the time around the Red Keep, working away doing menial tasks. And oh how he liked seeing you everyday. One of the few things that didn't anger the Hound.

And one day he got the brightest idea to call upon you whenever he wanted. He didn't have a squire, this was his best excuse.

But you were too smart for your own good. You knew he was interested in you, he just didn't know how to say it. Not really. But you went to his chambers night after night anyways.

One night, he'd had a rough day in the training yard. You were perched on his lap, wiping dirt off his face. His lips trying to attach themselves to your neck. But you pushed his head back, trying to focus on your task. He growled.

"Just give me a moment." You chided, continuing to clean the dirt from his face.

"Want you now, girl." He huffed. His hands gripping your upper thighs rougher than he was already. You smacked at his hand.

He had a rough personality, you knew that. But you also knew he had his chances of being soft. Even if that wasn't the current case.