A/N- This imagine is based on the song Whole Lotta Woman by Kelly Clarkson because fuck stereotypes.
You paused mid-step as the words reached you. "Look at that fat bitch." It wouldn't be the first time you had heard it, and it likely wouldn't be the last. You allowed your tongue to run over your teeth as you attempted to calm your flaring temper, but soon enough the echo of laughter followed after you, and something snapped. You span on your heel, staring at the tavern customers with your eyebrows raised.
"What did you just say?" you demanded, taking a few confident strides towards the group of men. And suddenly their confidence was gone, and the laughter died on their lips. One man continued to smirk, staring up at you without moving. "You got something to say, you can say it to my face," you finally spat out, watching as most became more uncomfortable. But the smirker got to his feet, coming around the table to get as close to you as he could.
"You," he started quietly, "are a fat bitch." You reaction wasn't quiet what he wanted, as the small smile crept onto your lips.
You released a small chuckle, shaking your head slightly. "And you aren't half the man you think you are," you uttered softly to him. He seemed almost as shocked by your words as he was a moment later when you raised your fist and rammed it into his nose, sending him stumbling back a few steps and into the table behind him and causing his friends to jump to their feet. "Show some fucking respect," you spat again, before feeling a familiar hand come to rest on your shoulder.
All of the men calmed at the new presence, their cries of annoyance, or anger, or pain, silenced by your husband standing close behind you. "Is their a problem here?" he asked, his gruff voice falling heavily over the situation and leaving everyone rather still in their positions.
"No Baby," you started softly, "it's been sorted out." You gave the, now bleeding, man a small smile, and a slight wave, before turning on your heel once more and taking Sandor's hand in yours, leading him towards the door. "We better get going before the barman tries to cause more trouble," you uttered to him quietly as his arm wrapped itself around your shoulder.
"You need to stop getting into fights," he told you, giving you a teasing smile when you glanced up at him in shock. You let out a small scoff as you both continued over to your horses. There was little to say as the two of you mounted, and you assumed the topic would be forgotten until you were moving off side by side along one of the dirt paths leading back to the main road. "What was it about this time?"
You did answer for a second, shrugging slightly in the hopes that it would be dropped without further conversation. But when you glanced over at him he was watching you intently, waiting for an answer. "He was being a dick," you started softly, your hands tightening around the reins momentarily. "He called me a 'fat bitch'," you finally released with a sigh, and his entire body tensed slightly as you both fell into silence once more.
The two of you remained silent until you made camp that night, only conversing when it was needed. The first time he properly spoke to you again was whilst you were sitting around the fire, staring into the flames as he finished setting up the temporary shelter. "Are you alright?"
You hummed slightly, allowing your eyes to focus on him for a moment, "I'm fine." You gave him a small soft smile, but he still seemed unconvinced as he tied off the final rope, coming to sit beside you and throwing his arm around your shoulders.
"You're a shit liar," he answered you softly, causing you to laugh slightly.
You simply shrugged as he continued to watch you, his fingers running gently over the skin of your arm. "Comments like that from those shit-heads shouldn't bother me, but they still do," you told him softly, leaning into him slightly. "It's not even them calling me fat that gets to me, it's the bitch part, like they think they know me."
He released a deep sigh, "I should'a gone back their and beaten the shit out of him."
It brought a strangled chuckle from your lips, and you glanced up at him, raising your hand to run it over his scars. "It would have done nothing," you told him, "In fact, I shouldn't have done it myself."
"There is nothing wrong with sticking up for yourself." You nodded in agreement, "and for the record, you are the most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms, and I am lucky to be able to call you mine."
You smiled slightly, creeping closer and burying your face into his chest. "I've made you soft," you hummed lightly to him, causing his chest to rumble as he laughed.
"That, you have, Darling."
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