It was another morning another start to a day which Averill knew would be unbearable. Her brother, Tyrion was still up at the wall though he would thankfully be returning soon. That small glimmer of hope was all that seemed to be keeping Averill going. Since the Starks had arrived Cersei had been especially maleficent and hateful towards her. Averill always took it in stride being sure to grin and throw nothing but compliments back at her. This was of course a great amusement to all of those around her.

Averill had herself groomed and made her way to the hallway feeling the pit of dread growing in her stomach. At least Sansa Stark was always nothing but lovely she seemed happy here and happy to be betrothed to that shit of a nephew Joffrey. Oh gods when King Robert died the seven kingdoms would be doomed.

Lily dressed her in a fine lilac silk dress with small flowers embroidered on the sleeves. She also had her hair done up in a small halo of braids, a truly southern style. Averill felt like a true southern lady today, nothing would bring her down. Not Cersei, nor Baelish not even the bulking and horrifying Hound.

The small dark haired blond decided to break her fast with the royal family and the Hands family. As much as Cersei resented her, she was still allowed in fact she was expected to come to these sorts of things. The whole point of her coming to the south was for her to find a possible suitor after all.

"Oh Averill how nice of you to finally join us." Cersei said with a false smile. Averill returned one twice as sweet and just as fake.

"Well my dear Queen I wanted to look nearly as beautiful as you, so I had my hand maids make this beautiful hair style. It reminded me of how you have your hair done. Doesn't it look pretty?" A few laughs came from the table, mainly Tommen and Roberts. Averill smiled at the speechless Cersei and took a seat beside Sansa Stark. She surveyed the young girl and saw she was already dressed in the Southern style.

"Oh Lady Stark you look simply marvelous. The southern style does suit you well. Well I guess you would look beautiful no matter what you wear. You do resemble your mother so much and what a beautiful woman she is."

The young Stark blushed and smiled at the girls words.

"You are too kind Lady Averill."

"Oh please you can call me Averill I am baseborn after all." The table fell silent, after all that wasn't a very polite way to refer to what she was. She heard a small chuckle and glanced over her shoulder towards the Hound whose face quickly returned to that of severe and irritated concentration.

As they all left the room Averill chanced a looked at the Hound, he was staring at her too, though she did not know why. Averill offered him a polite smile, which he did not return. With that she blushed from embarrassment and quickly made her way from the room.

"Ahh Lady Averill." She turned around to see the short and pudgy Varys walking her way. She offered him a small smile though she knew him wanting to talk to her could not be good. He was probably trying to gain information of some kind, but honestly Averill really didn't have much to offer in that sense.

"Oh Lord Varys to what do I owe this honor." He gave her a short stern look before making a hand gesture suggesting she walk with him. "Is something wrong?"

"No nothing my dear Lady just saying hello exchanging niceties seeing how you've been adjusting. I've noticed several men have begun to have their eye on you." Averill continued to smile, of course she was aware of this but she had no desire what so ever to marry any of these men. Not that she was to proud to marry them she just hated them.

"Oh I haven't noticed well at the end of the day I'm just a bastard and well, really only father has say in who I am to wed. He seems to think I can get someone who will elevate me." Averill laughed slightly "I don't think it's going to happen and neither does Cersei."

"Well I suppose that is all for now, my lady." With that he left. It was rather bizarre it didn't seem as though he was trying to get any information from her, why would he care who she chose to marry. Right now it was absolutely no one.

"Ahhh is the little cub lost?" Averill was shaken from her thoughts by a rough, raspy voice. She turned up and saw Sandor Clegane looming above her.

"Ah Clegane so nice to see you." She said keeping up her niceties though it was never nice to see him. "What do I owe this honor."

"Enough with your silly songs girl, I see you've taken up friends with snakes and spiders." The girl glowered at him for a moment. What interest was it of his to keep track of who she was associating with.

"Well Dog, " She snapped at him no longer caring to be polite "You can tell Cersei that it is no concern of hers who I associate with here. The only people who's business it are myself and my father." The Hound offered a raspy laugh at her words before shaking his head at her and walking away.

She could not believe the nerve of this man, who the hell did he think he was coming up to her in plain public like that and commenting on who she's been speaking too. The worst part was that both Baelish and Varys were not people she wanted to be talking with and certainly not people she wanted to be associated with. Well Tyrion would be here soon enough, then the two could go back to laughing about the people of court and drinking themselves stupid.