You weren't quite sure what to do. You'd been raised your whole life to be a good wife, to serve whoever your parents betrothed you to with your whole heart. But this wasn't the betrothal you had imagined.

Your future husband stood beside you, striding about the gardens like he owned the place. And, well, he sort of did. The sun reflected off his golden hair and made his blue eyes impossibly lighter. He looked so angelic in the morning light, a golden lion cub just started to grow into his claws. But you knew what lie beneath. You'd heard the horror stories from your sisters.

"I hope you are settling in well?" Joffrey asked, turning those pale blue eyes on you.