Today is your wedding day. You never thought someone would marry you. But you’re not happy. Sandor Clegane…The Hound, a man with a reputation of being a violent, monstrous man is who you’re marrying. You don’t understand why. It’s like a punishment for both of you. Why would he want to marry a lowborn girl who’s not good for anything? He’s a monster but he’s from a good family. This is forced upon you both.

A few handmaidens stuff you into a small dress that cinches to your body. You feel strange. You’re never work anything this nice. Kings Landing is so full of nice things, yet it all feels so false and sinister. The scent of vanilla and jasmine covers your skin but it does not hide she smell of the shit in the streets from the poor below. People you’re much more similar to than the women in this castle.

The time comes, and someone retrieves you to head down to the hall where you’ll be married. You’ll meet the man to be your husband for the first time. You almost want to sob, the feeling of sadness stuck in your throat.