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

Beck

Beck had been spending a lot of time with Ferret and the twins over the last couple of weeks. The twins would mainly mess about, but he found that Ferret was in-fact a great listener, and could be serious when he needed to be, which Beck greatly admired in him.
Despite what he had found out Ferret had done to get himself sent to the wall, he never saw his new friend as a violent man. Ferret was kind, caring and incredibly sensitive. Beck had decided that Ferret was probably the only reason he hadn't just jumped off the top of the wall yet.

"You never told me how you got here."
Ferret stated, looking to Beck with wide and curious eyes.

The twins were practicing with swords, as usual. Beck and Ferret were alone, on their way to feed the horses.

"I thought I did." Beck dodged the question from his good friend.
"Nope, you were very vague about it..."
Beck smiled sadly, then slowly nodded his head.
"Alright, but it's a long story. And you can't tell anyone."

*Flashback*

They woke, fully naked, bodies touching.
"Well, last night was good." Wylla grinned at Beck.
"It was," he replied, "might even be better than last time."
"Ohh it gets better every time."
She bit her lip and let her eyes flutter.

"Let's just stay here all day, I'm exhausted." Beck stretched his arms out an rolled over into his side, closing his eyes and getting comfortable, ready to fall back into a steady slumber.

She slapped his upper arm.
"Ouch!" he grinned humorously.
"You have a duty! You have to take me out to the woods! We do it every day Beck, please!" she whined.

He groaned.
"If I must..."
"You must!" Wylla let her smile widen and sat upright.
Beck let his eyes wander towards Wylla's bare chest.
"What if we do something else all day today," he growled and ran his hand along her belly, until he reached her left nipple.

But Wylla managed to resist the temptation.
"Nope - woods in one hour."

She stood up suddenly and briskly strode over to where she kept her garments, and slipped on a thin, tight, revealing dress and her big brown boots. Beck watched as her bare body disappeared behind the thin, almost transparent fabrics. She turned to him, chuckled at his lustful stare and skipped out of her chambers, leaving him naked and alone in her over-sized feather bed.

He had almost drifted off back to sleep when there was a knock on the ajar door. It caused Beck to jump out of his skin.
"Wylla?" came a husky female's voice
.
Wynafred timidly pushed open the door to her sisters chamber. Beck jerked himself upright.
"Wynafred -"
She gasped, horrified.

"What the almighty -"
"Shh! I don't want anyone knowing I'm here please - Wynafred."
Beck hurried over to the door and closed it slightly. Attempting to hide behind it, he peered his head around to talk to Wynafred.

"Please don't tell Wylis... Wyn please, he'll not be happy with me... at all."
The brown headed, solemn looking girl took this in.
"Are you going hunting with her today?" she asked, raising her right eyebrow in question.
Beck nodded his head vigorously.

Wynafred glanced down at Beck's bare body several times before giving him a curt nod. And disappeared before Beck could even utter a thank you.

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Beck shoved his tongue all the way down Wylla's throat.
She pulled back laughing.
"You're so... aggressive!" she giggled, "I love it."

The skinny, frail, green haired girl picked up her bow and arrow. But Beck wasn't in the mood for practicing today.

Beck crept over to her from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist. He pulled her body in toward him so that her arse rested on his crotch.

"Beck seriously! You're distracting me, you made a promise - you said you would train me!"
"In more than just one thing, yes," he chortled, "by the way... this morning... Wynafred walked in on me... in your bed."
"What?!" Wylla gave him a shocked yet half amused look.
"She wanted to know where to find us... where we'd be -"

There was a snap of a twig.
Wylla grinned devilishly, and whipped her body around to where the sound had come from.
"It's a deer, I think. I see brown."
She raised her bow, and closed one eye to help her aim.
Beck straightened himself up, and cleared his mind. He focused.
"Wait Wylla -"

The wooden arrow shot out like a stag, running for its life from a hungry lion.

There was a deadly silence. Something collapsed, yet neither of the two moved. Something was wrong. Nobody said a word.

Somebody was choking.

The feeling in the pit of Beck's stomach was true dread. He could see an outline of Wylla's target, and it didn't look much like a deer, or an animal at all.

Wylla was the first to make a move. She slowly walked toward her victim, a look of pure horror on her beautiful, feminine face.

Beck saw her fall to her knees.

"Wyn," she breathed, mouth hanging open, her facial expression not changing one bit. She looked confused.

Wynafred lay in a pool of her own blood, a wooden arrow pierced trough the centre of her neck and came out at the other side.

Wylla screamed.