You may never find out what happened.

But you know why you are here and that is to serve Queen Cersei. She governs from King's Landing as the Queen Regent to her son Joffrey.

"Lay down beneath my feet," she commands.

You lay on your stomach and she kicks you to roll over.

"What's wrong with you today?"

You lay face up and she rests her feet on you. One heel thuds to rest on your groin while the other heel is pressing down on your lips.

"Soften my feet with your tongue and your nibbling. And I better not feel any discomfort this time."

You open your jaw and her heel sinks into your mouth. You lick her rough calloused heel. It nearly cuts your tongue. She said to nibble so you take tiny bites of her dead skin and feel them fall to the back of your throat. After enough have gathered, you lift her foot and spit out the dead skin.

"What are you doing? I've beheaded people for less than spitting at the Iron Throne."

"I'm so sorry. It won't happen again."

"Continue. You will be punished later."

You nibble at the callouses on her heal and swallow the bits. Then you wonder.