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

Harley

Harley's black eyes opened wide and looked upon a skinny man with messy hair. A worried look was plastered on his face.

"Welcome back."

Oliver smiled sadly.

Harley was lying on the table in her family tent. She was covered in a thick, fur blanket. Their was a fire lit in the centre of the large tent. She was shivering and her body felt weak.

"What 'appened...?" was all she could utter.

Oliver stuck out his chest and faked confidence.

"You... well... I found you, in the lake. You were unconscious."
"How long 'ave I been out?"
"About twelve hours... your skin were like... blue." Oliver said quietly to her.

Harley processed this information and closed her eyes. All she remembered was jumping, and then, nothing.

She had blacked out in the ice cold water.

Harley went to sit up, and realised that she was completely naked undeneath the blanket. She held the fur blanket to her chest, and sat upright.

"Did you undress me?"
She raised a single messy, black eyebrow.

Oliver's face turned red, "no I - I jus' carried you back - your mother - 'nd Jaelyn!"

Harley took a deep breath. She could feel her skin tingling slightly. She was warmed now.

"I'll leave ya - to get dressed and stuff... there's dry clothes over there."
He indicated toward a pile of Harley's wilding furs.

"Thanks Olvier."

He smiled, turned on his heel and left the tent.

As soon as Oliver was gone, Harley burst into tears. She was hysterical, sobbing as silently as she could as to not alarm anybody.

Why am I still fucking here? She closed her eyes for several seconds until she had slowed her breathing and calmed down. When she was back to breathing normally, she opened her wet eyes wide and looked around the room she was in.

There were baskets of food that her and her family were saving for the coming winter. The beds in which Harley, her brother and her mother slept in were covered in rough fur and leather. Her brown leather boots were sat by the end of her bed, along with the rest of her dry clothes. Odd bits and bobs hung from the ceiling of the tent.

The fire burnt low and the light was dim. Harley walked over to her bed and retrieved her clothes.

Once she was dressed she sat down on a small patch of her bed that the furs didn't cover.

The entrance to the tent whipped open, once again.

"Papa..."

He strode over to her purposefully. She stood up, and he wrapped his gigantic arms around her, squeezing her tight.

"My baby girl."

Harley sniffled.

"Papa where have you been? What have you been doing?"

She broke away from his embrace and lowered her gaze to her feet.

"Mance has asked me and two others to warg for him, he needs us baby..."

She looked up to his face, her wide eyes swimming with tears.

"And Farlan?"

"He's 'elpin' too."

Harley lowered her gaze once more. Strangely enough, she felt tired. Her muscles exhausted. She brushed a hand through her thick black hair and closed her eyes lightly.

"Harley," he whispered with his grizzly deep voice, "why?"

She opened her eyes.

"It was an accident... I fell..."
"Don't lie to me Harley - Oliver told me - he saw you."

Harley paused and let out a silent, shaky breath.

"I fell."

Her father nodded his head and looked down.

"Your Mama will be here soon."

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Harley's mother appeared moments later. She had a red puffy face and had clearly been consistently crying for the last twelve hours. She grabbed Harley and took her in for yet another tight hug.

"Don't you - don't you ever - don't - do that - ever - ever again Harley!" her mum stuttered, on the verge of tears again.

Harley spent the next hour or so with her mother, sitting by the fire in their tent.

"Where is Farlan?" she enquired.

"He went with Jaelyn... they were so worried." her mothers voice shook. She was sat beside Harley, softly stroking her hair. Harley's father had long gone, back to Mance's side.

After about five more minutes by the fire, Harley decided to go and find her twin brother.

She headed directly for Jaelyn's tent, having had been there many times before. The freefolk's camp was large. There were hundreds of tents and thousands of people living in the camp. There were many other freefolk camps Harley had heard of, but this was the largest.

This was the one with Mance Rayder, the King Beyond the Wall, living just by the north end of it, in a tent of his own.

Harley reached Jaelyn's tent after around ten minutes of searching and getting slightly lost. Although having lived here for four years now, she knew her way around better than she ever had in a campsite. They moved around frequently, however this was the longest amount of time they had stayed put for, and ironically, the furthest north they had ever travelled.

Harley didn't hesitate before pulling back the entrance to Jaelyn's tent.

But that was a mistake.

"Jaelyn?" she squeaked.

In-front of her was not only her best friend, but her brother too, as expected. However they were both fully naked, and lying beside each other on top of a large pile of furs and blankets.

The three of them paused.

"You're okay... we were all so worried..." Jaelyn breathed, attempting to smile. Farlan couldn't even speak a word.
Both their faces turned a bright pink colour.

Harley slowly backed out of the tent. Feeling a mixture of humour and slight disgust.

I did just see my brother naked, after all.