~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Imagine being a young (like 16-17) female highborn turned sellsword who was hired to guard the King and his family on there way to and from Winterfell and had befriended Prince Joffrey during the trip to Winterfell. When you get back to Kingslanding you stand in the throne room waiting for your pay, only to get into an argument with the King, and out of anger you unsheathe your sword, but didn't have any intention of using it. And before you can even react Ser Meryn Trant knocked it from your hands turned you towards him and impaled you on his sword.
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My sword was knocked from my grasp, and I was quickly turned to the right, and felt a burning sensation in my stomach. I heard the Queen gasp, then Prince Joffrey scream out in fear and anger. Looking to Joffrey I found him crying looking at me as if he had seen a ghost, blood ran down the side of my mouth as I tuned back towards Ser Trant. When I finally looked down I found that half of his sword was protruding from my stomach, him grip on the hilt still firm. Without thinking I pushed my body forward, impaling myself on the sword further. I grunted in pain leaning towards his face, and after gasping for breath I spoke. "Was it worth it?" Then pushed myself off of his sword, and stumbled back. Everyone watched in shock as I placed my hand over my wound look to the Prince, and started laughing. It was uncontrollable laughter that caused me to throw my head back, my laugh echoing off the walls. Slowly I feel to my knees my body shutting down, but my laughter never dying. Joffrey ran to my side placing his hand over mine in hopes of stopping the bleeding, and saving me. I was still giggling as he cried but I slowly calmed down when he sobbed out my name. "Shh Joffrey you can't save me." He shook his head violently "Don't say that, your going to be just fine!" I giggled placing my bloody hand on his cheek, resting my forehead against his. "No I'm going to die here... Joffrey can you promise me something?" He sobbed nodding his head. "Anything!" I smiled closing my eyes for a moment. "Joffrey promise me--" I began gasping for breath. "I-- Promise I'll see you again-- Not today not tomorrow-- But someday." The world was turning black and the last thing I heard was Joffrey sobbing out. "Yes of course, we will see each other again!" I died in his arms leaving him broken and lost.
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