King Joffery had thrown a fit in the streets of Kingslanding. Predictable but, no one knew what it would lead to. The people practically surged on all of you in the streets. You as Jofferys...forced soon to be wife. The Stark trapped in the castle. Men had chased after you through the kingdom. You were told to run and so, you did. But the men were fast. They chased you, pinned you, ripped at your dress...they were trying to have their way with you....a royal girl. You screamed and cried, but before they could do anything there was a slash and a thump. One of the men was lifted into the air, his guts spilling before he dropped. A cowardly scream and The Hound stood over you, blood dripping from his sword. "All right now little bird. Your all right." He lifted you up and picked you up over his shoulder, carrying you back to safety.

He'd always seemed so...cruel. perhaps he was. But he had stepped in here and there to help you in this forsaken place. You were returning to your chambers when you passed his tall figure in the hall, you hesitated before speaking. "I beg pardon Sir..." He stopped, turning to you. "I should have come to you after...to thank you for saving me...you were so brave." "A dog doesn't need courage to chase off rats." His tone was sharp, cold. "Does it give you joy to scare people." You countered. After all you were only trying to thank him. Why did he have to be so...cruel. "No. It brings me joy to kill people." He stepped closer, the amour he wore clattering with his step.