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

Beck

Beck was a handsome man. He had a pale face, and a mane of thick red curls. His nose was small and round and his eyes a light shade of brown, with tiny speckles of green throughout. He had a spiky beard, although shaven was his preference, and thin lips. His eyebrows were thick, red and incredibly messy. Beck both looked, and acted slightly scruffy. He was a foul talker, a grubby eater and when angered, a violent man.
However, he still managed to compose himself. Beck had good manners, and was described as a gentleman by the woman he had met. He was kind, brave and ironically - gentle.

"Who the fuck are you?"
A man, taller than Beck by about two inches, looked down at the red headed man as though he was a mountain of shit that needed shovelling.

"My name's Beck... I'm supposed to milk the cow?"
The man scoffed, "already did it, you can fuck off now."
Beck groaned internally, "right then." he turned and left the grumpy man.

He stalked off, anger building up inside of him, and walked right into another man that towered over him.

"Watch where you're going!" the tall boy yelled.

"Sorry," Beck groaned. A slight pain shot through his shoulder as he said it.

"That's alright," the boy sighed, rubbing his shoulder too, "hey, I know you!" the boy's eyes suddenly lit up, "you're that Manderly guy, aren't you?"

"What does it matter?"

"I used to live in White Harbor! My father was one of the Captains of a ship that sailed from White Harbor to Essos, we lived right at the edge of the city!" the boy went on. Beck considered him.

"Doesn't matter who we were." he finally replied.

"That's positive," the boy said sarcastically. He paused, "my name's Rudd, that's my brother over there - Kean!" he called.

The boy, Rudd, indicated toward another boy about the same size as him and with an incredibly similar face. His brother jogged over to them.

"Kean - this is Beck Manderly."
Beck rolled his eyes.
"Manderly?"
"Yep."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."

Beck started feeling hot, even though the cold snow was falling onto his pale skin - he was turning slightly red.
"I wasn't a Manderly..."

"Oh you were the Bastard? I remember you now!" Kean grinned.

"Yeah, well, that was the past, we are brothers now." Beck tried to shut them up.

"Didn't you fuck your own cousin or something?" Kean continued.
Rudd smacked his arm, "stop being an arse, Kean."

Beck looked away from them, "she wasn't my cousin," he spoke, "we weren't related."

An overwhelming sensation came over inside of Beck. The thought of her hurt him badly. He wanted to go back to White Harbor, go back the woods, go back to the sword fighting sessions with his beautiful Wylla before it all happened. He wanted to rewind time, and change it all. He wanted to go home.

*Flashback*

"Ouch!"

Wylla had smacked Beck's upper arm.

"Stop making fun of me!" she whined. Beck laughed, "okay, okay!" he chuckled, "you're just fun to make fun of."

Wylla aimed again, and shot another arrow.
Beck held in another snigger.

"I'm rubbish!" she threw the bow onto the muddy ground of the woods and stormed off, before realising that they were in the middle of the woods, and there was nowhere to storm off to. She turned around to see Beck's amused face, "why do you have to be so annoying!" she picked up a stick and threw it at him.

He laughed and eventually, so did she.