You’re a poor girl who lives in King’s Landing. You’ve never had nice things, but you like to go watch the jousting tournaments. Specially, you like to see the hound. Though the battle and anger frightens you, for some reason you like the large man. Nobody is a fan of him, he’s more like an animal than a person in their eyes. Yet for some reason you’re always happy to see the scarred beast.

He wins, as he always does. Those around you seem disappointed, but you’re happy. After the tournament over, he doesn’t stick around like the knights do. The knights hand flowers to maidens and other frivolous things. You climb down from the stands, sneaking down the road to follow him. You admire him, and want to see more.