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❝The septons preach about the seven hells. What do they know? Only a man who's been burned knows what HELL is truly like.❞—{ indie & selective Sandor Clegane RP, read guidelines before following }

Written by Trevor

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      _{Sandor was the last person he had thought
      to wander into on his near midnight excursi-
      on to the gardens, he wasn’t too fond of the
      flowers, their scent thick and sweet coated 
      his lungs and made it hard for him to breath
      but he did enjoy the stars and moon above
      his head; and it t’was the only place he was
      most certain his mother and uncle would no-
      t think to look, had the guards told his moth-
      er he was out of bed.   ❝ Ser Clegane… ❞}

Relieved of the duty of guarding the little
twat for the night, Sandor was prepared
to head to his chambers and drink his
fill of wine until sleep finally came. How-
ever, he soon found his path had crossed
that of the sickly child Colin Baratheon.
He suppressed a groan at the thought of
having his sleep further belated; and the
child calling him ser only irritated him
further. ❝Shouldn’t you be in bed, boy?❞