In gist of the turbulent night, full of shreiks and wails of men being tortured by the knights, more specifically the gold cloaks under the command of prince daemon.

In cutting off the hands of pickpockets, gelding rapists, and slitting the noses of thieves.

You were caught in the web, trying desperately to flee and find a corner or even a place to hide behind.

The man was supposedly cleansing the city, the alleys of King's Landing-- a role as Commander of the city watch that by your own opinion, should have been a bit concerning. That position being granted by the Lord hand of the King, yet you were sure it had only been to keep daemon at arm's length...

Your mistake however, had been in wearing a tiny sigil of your house, on your cloak.

And you weren't sparred in ignorance as one of the gold cloaks you had passed quickly through the running folks of the city, quickly got a hold of you and threw you in front of none other than the rogue prince's soles.

"Now.." he announced.

"What's a gold coiled lamb like yourself doing in this horse shit city," he says in a taunting manner, the satire tone being evident as he peers you over up and down his eyes.

Meanwhile you can still hear the screams and cries all around you..