(First off let me state, I don't own any of the characters from the Game of Thrones series. They all belong to the talented George R.R. Martin.)
Cersei Lannister stood next to Joffrey, with a look of pure disgust plastered on her angelic face. Once again, this thief had stolen from her father's men, and had given the gold back to the poor folk of King's Landing. Not only did this thief steal from her family, but the same thief had managed to make four of her family knights' look like nothing more than a bunch of court jesters, currently standing before her in nothing but their white trousers with their hands covering their private parts. Their heads hung in a shameful way as they stood there, for they knew they let a common thief with no knight skills make a fool of not only them, but the family they worked for as well.
"I can't believe that you got beaten by a common street thief," Joffrey said in a half lazy yet angry voice. "I thought you were knights, not a bunch of pathetic girls."
The center knight, who was the oldest in the group, stepped forward from his place in line. Glancing up at the prince on the Iron Throne, the elder knight gulped slightly before dropping to his knees and keeping his eyes on the stone floor of the throne room.
"My liege," he said. "You don't understand. We walked into a trap. This female led us into it with promises of whores and wine for the night."
"Stop," rang the voice of Cersei loud and clear throughout the Throne room. "Are you telling me that you all got robbed because you had the urge to sleep with a common whore?"
Gazing at each of the men before her, she frowned at them all once again before descending down the steps towards the men who stood before her. Once more she glanced at each and every one of them before turning her eyes onto the elder knight that stayed kneeling.
"Rise," she commanded him.
Watching him rise to his feet, she stepped aside to look up at her son. For a moment or two, the room was silent except for the heavy breathing of the four knights who awaited their fate to come from the prince on the Iron Throne.
"What did this girl look like who led you into the trap?" questioned Joffrey. "She had to be prettier than the average whore to have my grandfather's men follow her."
"My liege, if I may?" spoke a younger knight on the left side of the line.
Waving his hand in a lazy way for the younger knight to keep on speaking, Joffrey watched him step forward from the line, and take his place next to the elder knight.
"My liege," the younger knight said once again "the female wasn't a whore. In fact, she was the leader of the thieves. Not only did she lead us into a trap, but she also was the one who took our armor."
"So what you're telling me," Cersei says in an annoyed voice. "You got taken by a girl who most likely has no sword fighting skills whatsoever?"
"That is where you're wrong," the elder knight said. "She fought well for a girl. Perhaps the best I've seen in years."
"Tell me," Joffrey mocked them, "What did she look like, this so called imaginary female warrior?"
"She has long silky hair the color of pure snow," spoke the elder knight softly. "Eyes greener then any gem that I have ever seen, and skin so pale it looked like it had been kissed by the moon's rays."
Cersei grew silent now upon hearing the elder knight's words, and she looked upon them with disbelief in her eyes. It can't be her can it? The same girl who had been tormenting her family for the last two years? The same girl that her own brother desired to rule beside him? No it couldn't be her. However, she wasn't about to take any chances if it was.
With daggers in her eyes, she said in a loud angry voice, "For lying to your king, the penalty is death."
And with that Cersei left the throne room, leaving Joffrey to deal with the rest.
Meanwhile...
"Here you go," a soft feminine voice said. "This should cover it..."
"Bless your soul," cried the old couple as they watched a pile of gold be poured onto their small cracked wooden table.
"You're very welcome," said the same voice as before.
The sound of a chair scraping against the stone floor could be heard, and the figure rose from her chair. Crossing the small room to the exit, she paused in the doorway to glance back at the the happy couple, who were holding hands and watching her with tears in their eyes.
Nodding her head to them, the figure swept out into the alleyway of the city, and began to walk down it with her skirt rustling slightly. She was a small curvy female with long silky white hair, bright green eyes, and pale skin. Her outfit was a simple wench dress that showed off her large breasts, and though she walked like a common whore, many people already knew not to cross her path. Stepping to the end of the alleyway, she threw a black cloak over her shoulders and then closed it in front of her. No sooner did her foot step out of the alleyway then were two men clad in black leather at her sides, and the trio walked down the street side by side.
They were a small group of thieves from a small town far to the north. It was a town run by thieves, hidden from anyone who wasn't a thief, and a town that despised by the Iron Throne. The female who led the small group was named Rozen for she was born in the dead of winter but was as lovely as a spring rose, and the men who flanked her sides were called One and Two for she never learned their names, since their tongues had been cut out. She never knew why. She had just come across them one day in town.
Though One and Two were older then Rozen, they watched out for her like she was their sister. When she wanted to leave their hometown to escape a fate that to her was worse than death, they went with her, even though they knew Rozen could handle herself. Upon reaching the gates of King's Landing, Rozen paused for a moment to observe the open road in front of them. Part of her was shocked they had made it this far, yet at the same time she thanked the gods that she was able to walk out of here. If the Lannister family had caught her, then she would have been forced to marry Jaime, a fate she didn't want.
Stepping through the gates of King's Landing, she paused for a moment to draw her hood up over her face. She then stood there with her back to King's Landing. Nodding her head at Number Two, she watched him slip away out of the corner of her eye to retrieve their horses and belongings from the nearby stables. The one thing she was looking forward to was getting out of that damn dress and having a hot meal tonight.
