Episode one: A Cold Whisper {Game of Thrones} (COMPLETED)

Marei

The bald man pushed Marei to the ground, and shoved himself into her mouth. He was an elder man, her sixth of the day already, and it wasn't even past midday.

When the Hand's tourney began, dot on twelve in the afternoon, the brothel emptied, until all that was left were the women.
"Good job ladies!" Chataya announced, "I expect more will arrive soon enough," she looked at Marei, "so all hands on deck."
But that wasn't Marei's plan.

Dragons had always really interested Marei. Since she was a young girl she had always had a slight obsession. She memorised all the names when she was still a normal, peasant girl. Now, she had a duty to fulfil, and Marei hated every moment of it.
Her mother had sold her to the whorehouse when she was nine. No matter how much she kicked and screamed, complained and cried to her mother, there was no getting out of it. When her father found out he was furious. So furious that he lashed out at her mother, and was sent to the wall for attempted murder.

Marei had since then, always found comfort in reading dragon stories. Her father had been the one to introduce her to the fantastic world, and his enthusiasm for the majestic beasts had entirely rubbed off on her.
"Vhaegar," her father told her, "ridden by Queen Visenya. Meraxes, ridden by Queen Rhaenys. And of course, the mightiest of all, Balerion, the black dread, ridden by King Aegon I Targaryen, King Maegor I Targaryen and King Viserys I Targaryen."
That bit excited her father most.
"So, who do you wanna be? The fun and graceful Queen Rhaenys, or the passionate warrior Queen Visenya?" her dad asked, grinning.
"I wanna be a warrior like Visenya!" Marei replied, running around their cramped kitchen like a lunatic.
"That would make your beautiful mother Queen Rhaenys..." he grabbed her mother around the waist.
"I don't want to play." she replied, in her dornish accent.
But her father wouldn't give up.
"Fine then you'll just have to be Balerion!"
He pressed himself against her. She responded to that.
"You want to ride me huh?"
Marei was left alone for the next fifteen minutes or so. She never ever got to play with her father. She never even got to say goodbye.

"Put that bloody book down, you'll get caught," said a tall girl with a pug nose. She had thick red hair and lots of freckles.
"Actually I've not been caught yet, and I've been at it for a half hour." Marei replied, in a matter-of-fact tone.
The freckled girl sighed, "whatever, don't say I didn't warn you."
She stood up, and stalked off.
"Fucking Dancy." Marei muttered to herself, "such a whore."