"Where are you off to little bird?" He rasped, his fingers digging into her skin painfully. She winced and turned around, her shoulders aching and looked to the floor. He smirked and lifted a finger to her face, placing it under her chin and tilting it upwards.
"Go on," He smiled when he said this, the torch casting a orange glow around his scarred, mangled face. "Have a good look, you're highness." He smiled again, causing the burned side to look all the more horrifying to behold. But this time, when she gazed upon his face, it didn't send her skin crawling. She didn't shudder nor shake, or even turn her head back around as a diversion. Instead she kept looking.
He looked down at her sternly and raised his voice, it was loud in the desolate hallway.
"Now, little bird. Where were you heading?" She looked around and her eyes landed on the garden through the window. He started to get impatient, and yanked her arm to hurry her up.
"The garden, I was going to the garden to have a walk," She gabbled, before adding a polite ser at the when she forgot her courtesies. He blinked and then raised an eyebrow, shaking his head before tutting.
"Don't lie little bird, were you planning to visit you're beloved Joffrey. He won't know how to pleasure you, will he?" He said harshly, his face dangerously close to hers. She shook her head vigorously and then opened her mouth on shock.
"I would never do anything of the sort, how dare you!" She gasped, her Tully blue eyes flickering frantically, she was scared now, utterly and truly scared. He was reeking of alcohol, and she wanted nothing more than to get away from him.
"You're drunk, now please leave me be" she commanded, and attempted to move away from him. But he growled when she tried to pull her hand free, and bent down, his lips grazed her neck and he laughed when she shivered. He placed a hand at her waist, forcing her against the wall, and kissed her.
His breath was hot against her cheek, and she could smell the ale that he had drank at dinner, the wine he had been sipping on, and the sweaty, almost bloody scent that clung to him like perfume. His hands grazed along her waist, encircling her hips with his hands, drawing her closer to him with every passing second. They knew they could be caught, yet he didn't care, he wanted his little bird. now! He thought, she could feel the pressure of him leaning against her and cried out when his hands roved her bosom
"Stop, don't" she whimpered when his hands grazed along her breast, she wasn't ready, they could be caught. He didn't seem to be listening though, his hands tore at her top, ripping the dress nearly in half. She shrieked and scratched his face, her nails digging deep into his flesh, and ran back to her room. She shut her door closed with a slam and locked it, hearing his angry pounds against the wood. She slumped down as her knees gave way, and scrambled over to her bed, pulling the covers up above her head, before drifting off to sleep, crying softly as the dark night and cold whispers continued to haunt her.
