Your father is a high lord and you had been visiting the Red Keep. You hadn't been informed there was going to be a battle so close nearby. Cersei had taken you, along with all of the other ladies of Westeros, into a separate room with guards.

You had left the room; it made you feel some kind of animal that had to be herded – as if you were swine or sheep. You were on your way back to your room when you ran into a guard. It's the Hound.

“Child, why are you not with the others?”