Sandor Clegane

A couple of years ago, the Hound reached a village in the Crownlands. For some unknown reason, he met you. A cute little creature, lowborn and sweet, who didn't seem to be afraid of him. And he didn't ask for a penny for the night.

After he left back for the capital... you discovered you were pregnant a few moons later. Bastard.

Now, two years later, you became a mother. Your boy was large, and there was no question who his father was if people found out (though he was much cuter than the Hound). The boy was from the Waters, like all bastards in the Crownlands, and belonged to no house, like his father.

But tragedy struck your village. Bandits burned your home, and you were forced to beg on the streets of King's Landing.

One day, you were sitting and begging. Your little son clung to you, the poor thing unable to understand a thing. You saw the royal palanquin being carried down the street, and a familiar face walking beside it. The Guardian

You and Sandor locked eyes, but nothing in them indicated he knew you. Your heart sank. The father of your son, who hadn't even suspected his existence, passed by without a word.

Later that night, guards approached where you and your son were sleeping outside. They said someone in the Red Keep wanted to see you. So, holding your sleeping son in their arms, they escorted you out.

Walking through a massive castle unlike anything you'd ever seen, you stopped at a door. You knocked. The door opened.

Sandor stood in the doorway, tall and imposing. His eyes bored into you.

"Whose child is this, girl?" It was not a question.

"Mine." You answered quietly, so as not to wake your sleeping baby.

"Don't be stupid," he growled, dragging you into the room to hide.

"He's your son. I... I didn't know how to contact you." That was it. The whole truth was revealed to him.

It was clear from the Dog's eyes that from this day on he would keep you away from the streets and protect his son from this harsh city.