My friends, daughters of some lesser houses, and I went down to the yard where the men were fighting and training for lack of anything else to do. The waiting was hard on everyone. I had just arrived from my father's castle. We had been supposed to meet the company on the road but because of the delay we went straight to Winterfell. We had only been here a few days and today was the first day to watch the men. One knight especially caught our interest. He was the most ferocious fighter and he was wearing a helmet made in the fashion of a snarling dog. It was fearsome to behold. We all watched him and talked about him. The men were fighting back and forth. Suddenly the knight with the Hound-helmet was close to us. His fight had stopped and he took off his helmet. We all gasped out in shocked. His face was horribly scarred. Half his face had been burned. He had noticed our shock and glared at us. My friends all looked away but I met his glance. "You don't like my face?" he asked us. By now I also knew who he was. There had been tales about Joffrey's Dog with his scars. My friends mumbled something unintelligent, but made the mistake to call him ser. Clegane did not like that and snarled at them: "I am no ser. I hate knights and I hate gutless liars. Go back to your mother's skirts! Bugger off all of you!" They all ran away. Then he turned to me: "So, how do you like my face?" I looked at his face and his scars. His lips twisted and you could see a piece of bone at the jar where the fleshed had been burned away. It was not a pretty face!
He was surprised that the girl actually looked at his face and studied it. Most people couldn't bear to look at him long.
"I don't like it yet."
"Yet," he snarled, "do you think you might like it later?"
"If I come to like you, I will come to like your face."
She made it sound so simple. But he didn't trust that.
"Like me," he growled, "Most people fear me more than they like me."
"I will find out if I like you or fear you." I answered, still looking at him.
Like, it has been a long time since someone had liked him. He didn't know if he wanted to be liked or could be.
He snarled: "How would you find out if you fear me or …like me?"
"I guess I would have to get to know you."
"You would want to get to know me?" Clegane rasped, his mouth twitching. "Then dine with me tonight. I made your friends all run in fear."
"Well, they are easy to frighten." I said contemptuously. "I won't run that easy. Even though I'm sure you will give it a good try." I said smilingly.
Clegane looked at me, almost smiling. "Might be I will." And with that he turned and went away.