Sandor walked down the castle corridor with Prince Joffrey as he whined and groaned about his princely duties, the blonde child stalking by with a scowl set on his face. The tall man grumbles when needed however stays stone faced at the bratty prince.

As the walked they made way to the courtyard where the Stark sisters reside, huddled in a tight circle as they sit around a bench near some roses. The air is crisp with morning dew while the sun already heats up Kings Landing.