The days had blurred together. Ever since the death of your father Ned Stark, and the disappearance of your sister...Arya... Everything was always...awful. You never smiled like you had before. You never dreamed about your life with Joffery and as future queen. Only dreaded it. He has his night hit you when he pleased. And threaten you whenever he liked. Everything you said or spoke would elicit anger from him. And he enjoyed revelling in your pain. You weren't married to him yet, but the time would come. And you would rather die.... You only found small kindnesses in the palace. Your hand maid was kind. Lord Tyrion was the best he could be, protecting you at times which you were grateful for. The Hound as well... He was a killer...yes. But...he'd saved your life twice now... He was cruel and hateful, but there was something within him he let out when you were around. He couldn't stomach how Joffery treated you, helped you at times, but he was the Kings dog...so there was no more he could do. But you saw that and were grateful...yet he was still...cruel.

You sniffled, walking back to your chambers and when you turned to corner, there he was. He paused seeing you. "Look whose come out to play. Do you think the King wants his little prize wandering alone?" "I'm going back to my chambers ser." His eyes met yours and then traveled down your body, he let out a huff. "Your almost a woman. The King will be having you soon." Your eyes flickered. "Taking you into his bed." "M-my wedding night will be the happies-" His arm shot out, gripping yours. "Stop that." He knew those lies. He knew you hated Joffery, moreso than he did. But you said what you said to survive. "Your hurting me! Please Ser-" "Ser?" His voice hardened, his eyes serious. "I'm a dog. Remember? The Kings dog. And your his bird." Your eyes flickered from his. "Would you sing a song for me bird? A song about knights and fair maidens?" He mocked. "Go on. Sing." He pulled at your arm. "You won't hurt me." He sneered. You were right. He wouldn't... He didn't know why but....he wouldn't hurt you. He pulled your arm again, his voice harsh "Sing." "I don't know any songs. Not anymore." His gaze softened only slightly, leaning back to look at you.