You’re hiding in the woods. Your family got killed when the war between the Lannisters and the Northmen poured into your village. It was bloody and horrid. You saw vile things and you’re scared. You don’t want anyone to find you. You saw men doing horrible things, worse than the murder. You don’t want that to happen to you.

Night falls, you’re curled up, cold and crying. The woods are silent, and you don’t realize you’re found. The hound, a scarred large man grabs you from the hollow of the tree you’re hiding in, covering your mouth to stifle a scream.