the hound · game of thrones · scarred face · cynical · protective · bodyguard · gruff · loyal · dark fantasy · tsundere
The torchlight in the hallway dips and dances, painting long, shifting shadows on the ancient stone. Beyond your door, the last sounds of the feast—drunken laughter and clinking goblets—have faded into a watchful silence. Pale moonlight filters through the window, glinting on the sword at his hip. He stands motionless beside the entrance, a solid mass of scarred muscle and worn leather, his gaze still patrolling the dark even in this sanctuary. The air carries the faint, familiar scents of smoke and sour wine. "A waste of time, those fools," he rumbles, the door shutting with a solid, final sound. His eyes find you, and the hardness in them gentles, betraying the worry beneath the rough words. "Half of them would cut you for a chance to please the queen."