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

Elena Caron

The great hall was almost empty, besides from four men and a young snivelling woman with hair as short as a boy's.

The gigantic stained-glass window painted a rainbow across the length of the hall. The sun shone, heat and light like it would never run out. But it would, Elena thought, winter would come eventually. The two men in-front of her bickered and yelled at one another. Elena squeezed her eyes shut tight.

"Well what do you suggest we do?!" Wren's raging voice boomed. He stared at his father, hatred in his eyes.

"It would be stupid to go after the bitch! She's clearly either been ordered to do this by somebody else or she's just a petty little whore, jealous of Elena's hair!" Lord Bryce shouted, a firm assertiveness in his voice.

"So if we don't go after her, and turns out she is working for someone, what happens when they decide to come back! What happens if the knife doesn't cut her hair this time, and her neck instead! You'll just let her be murdered - like you did with mother!"

Bryce gave his fuming son a solid glare.

Elena's insides squirmed with anxiety and horror. Her whole body shuddered.

"M - mother?" her voice quaked.

"Maester Yandel, take Elena to her chambers, Ser Jared, gather up your men, I want three knights outside the doors to each of our chambers tonight - including the Maester's."

The broad Ser Jared gave a crisp nod and strode out of the great hall, his yellow curls bobbing with each step he took, to find the rest of the knights of Nightsong. Elena watched him leave, and was then whisked out of her chair by Maester Yandel, and briskly taken to her chambers.

"What did they mean?" Elena said, sobbing like a child, "about mother?"
Maester Yandel furrowed his brows, "that is something you should discuss with your father." he stated.
Elena sank into her feathered bed. She could feel the softness of her pillow on the back of her neck, with no longer any hair to cover it. She let a tear escape her left eye.
"I'll not be able to braid my hair again," she moaned.
Maester Yandel sighed, "my sweet Lady, soon enough your hair will have grown back and you'll be able to braid it again."
Elena smiled slightly at this, rolled over and closed her eyes.

From the absolute blackness of her dreams she heard the voices of Ser Jared and Maester Yandel. She heard the door close as the old Maester exited her chambers, and let Ser Jared stand by her chambers, sword ready.

Elena woke to a consistent tapping sound.
The room was still dark, lit only by a hint of moonlight.
A shadow, coming from the window.
More tapping.
Elena swung her short, stubby legs off her bed, and jumped up. She ran over to the raven at her tower window.
There was a scroll attached to the raven.
Elena hesitated before ripping it off the bird and unraveling it.
It was incredibly short, and read only three words.
"Fuck the Carons."
She read it once, twice, and then burst into tears yet again.