You were a witch, a magic user and an enemy of the King. Your entire existence was an act of treason, and as King Joffery did with those who committed treason, he had sent the Hound after you.

After almost a year of avoiding the king's dog, Sandor Clegane had found you. After a brief battle, he knocked you out and draped you over his horse, tied up tight. As you slept Sandor watched you, his eyes raking over your scarcely clothed body, his trousers growing tighter every second you were near