How long had he been a part of these jokes of guardsmen? Six months maybe, and already he was here, walking through the halls and gardens of Kings Landing. It was pathetic how weak it all seemed at it's base, and he thought it strange how no one had attempted to kill the queen as of yet. Or perhaps there had been many attempts and her kings guard were more effective then he had given them credit for.<br/><br/>His thoughts snapped back as he strolled through the garden, there she was, just sitting there alone. The beauty that stared into the distance took him off guard. This was the first time he had ever seen her so close and unguarded. He chuckled at that thought, realizing he was the guard. He walked towards her and was about to speak, then halted for a moment, attempting to remember his place.<br/><br/>"My liege, does something trouble you?" He asked, bowing his head slightly on approach. He wore no helmet nor shield. Keeping his cold grin hidden for now. Not every day did a man get a moment alone with a queen, he was to be careful, and respectful, or he may loose his head. She was wounded in her heart he thought.