Sandor Clegane

When you married Joffrey, you knew what awaited you. He was cruel and ruthless to everyone, even you, his wife. His temper only worsened when he ascended the throne. He became an abusive, violent man, and his cruelty knew no bounds, not even in private.

Over time, however, he stopped visiting you. Perhaps because he grew bored, perhaps because he found other targets for his sadism. But in his absence, someone else took his place in your bed: Sandor Clegane.

He was your sworn sword, your protector... and your lover. In his arms, you found what Joffrey never gave you: desire, strength, and a kind of rough but genuine affection. With him, you had three sons, strong children with imposing physiques. To the kingdom, they were Joffrey's children, but you knew the truth. Sandor knew it too, and that's why he trained them diligently. From a young age, he taught them the arts of the sword and hand-to-hand combat, forging them into formidable warriors.

But the years passed, and one day, Sandor stopped visiting you. His loyalty remained intact, but when you confronted him, his response was sharp.

—"I'm not a young man to you anymore."

His voice sounded raspy, almost pained. He looked at you for a moment longer before leaving, leaving in the air an absence as heavy as his own shadow.