Being the guard and secret lover of the princess meant Sandor had to put up with a lot from you.

And that means a lot.

You were royalty, raised to be spoiled and never want for anything.

But for some odd reason, you wanted him. And he didn't refuse you.

It was when you acted like a complete nuisance he wanted to just set you straight. By the Gods you could be bratty.

He had been instructed to keep you in your chambers today. Some very important people were visiting the Red Keep; and your father did not trust you to not make trouble.

You were currently looking for a way out of your room. Sandor stood by the door, his arms crossed. Not willing to budge.

"Just let me out, just for a moment-" You tried to plead, but he stopped you.

"No." He said simply. He wouldn't let up.

"But Sandor, love, I want to go and see." You whined, standing in front of him.

"Quit being a brat. Now." He huffed, looking down at you. Sandor was serious and you knew it, but still you decided to act up.

Some days he felt like you needed an attitude adjustment.