On the royal bed. (F)

As you sleep, you see nothing except darknesss, but you hear voices whisper. You could decipher some words and phrases here and there, but the rest just fade into obscurity.

"...little lioness..."

"...innocent..."

"...beautiful..."

"...a virgin..."

"...won't fight back..."

"...begging..."

"...going to do to her..."

"Hush, she's waking up."

Your eyes flutter as your sight slowly returns to you. You feel a pain deep in the recesses of your skull. Oh Gods, my head, you thought.

Your vision is still blurry, but you can make out your surroundings. You're on a bed. You feel the silk wrapped around your legs. You're naked. Sunlight from an open window warms your bare skin. You're surrounded. Four figures watch you like a pack of wolves. You blink a few times successfully clearing your vision. Allowing you to give identity to the silhouettes. Two men, two women. Robb and Jon to your left. Daenerys and Margaery to your right. They've undressed as well. Lust paints their faces, hunger flashes in their eyes. You're their prey.