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

Elena Caron

Hey! So sorry I took ages updating but exams are officially over - I'm gunna probably be updating more frequently from now on as I'm finally free for the summer!! This chapters kinda iffy, but I wrote it during physics revision... so yeah. But still, enjoy! xD

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The patterns carved into the wall were decorated around a field of carved nightingales, their house sigil. Beneath the birds were their words, "no song so sweet." These beautiful carvings were dotted around the whole of Nightsong, reminding the people of their liegelord's beautiful family coat of arms.

Nightsong was a large hold. Up high on a mountain in the Dornish marches. The people of Nightsong could not fear heights, for they lived in one. The clouds hung low on the hold, causing a mist to embrace the castle. Elena's bare feet were cold on the tiled floor of her chambers.

Elena's bed and wardrobes were made from a solid ironwood they had purchased from the north. The pillows on her bed were packed with feathers from the most perfect of chickens and covered in furs from the softest of wolves and animals of the like. She wanted to collapse into her perfectly comfortable bed and never arise again.

But she didn't.

Elena slipped on her shoes, and removed herself from her room.

The beautiful, short haired girl was floating down the narrow walkways of Nightsong, like she always did. Elena liked to stay grounded and the only way to do so was to explore her home of Nightsong. There was always something new to discover. After all, Nightsong was such a large hold.

She wandered past marquees some selling fruit and others meat. There were men playing instruments and ladies dancing. The noise was incredible. The people talked and laughed and sang.

Elena escaped the busyness and the noise. She found herself thinking of her broken family.

Elena wouldn't forget the look on her father's face when Wren refused to say goodbye. The look on Petyr's face when their father disappeared for good. She knew he wouldn't be returning, for the look in his eyes when he promised he would. He had lied. Elena wanted to cry, but she had just about ran out of tears. Elena was exhausted.

A ragged looking man stood leaning against the wall, down one of the many narrow alleys of Nightsong.

"You're a pretty lady," he growled, approaching Elena and showing off his yellow crooked teeth, "wha' happened to your pretty hair?"

He crept closer toward her. There were several other people walking by them.
The man ran his finger down the length of Elena's cheek. He sighed.
Elena shivered.

"Such a pretty one..." he trailed off and gazed into her eyes, "brown eyes, nice curved body..."

Elena froze.

"Pity," he whispered.

The man gave her one last look up and down, before stalking off.

Elena's heart had quickened and her fingers shook slightly.

She sped back toward the castle.

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"Wren?"
Elena stood in-front of her eldest brother in the great hall of Nightsong.

"Elena," he smiled warmly, "are you okay?"

Elena was still shivering.

"Wren I need to talk to you..."

She climbed the steps to where he was sat in the grand, oak-wood chair at the most southern end of the hall.

"What is it?"

Elena took a deep breath.

"I'm really worried Wren... what with father leaving..."

Wren didn't speak.

"I don't think we are safe here, alone."

"You don't think I'm aware of that? You showed me the raven scroll. I know what happened to your hair."

"Wren I don't think the handmaiden was trying to harm me -"

"You think she just fancied giving you a haircut? Why are you protecting her?"

"I'm not! I just think she had other motives Wren and - I'm terrified!" she yelled, shrilly.

"What do you propose I do then? You want us to just run for it? Leave Nightsong behind?"

"No," Elena shook her head slowly, "but we need someone Wren, someone who can step in for father."

"Am I not good enough?" he retorted.

"Wren... I didn't mean that... I just... I think we should write to Rolland."

This time, it was Wren's turn to freeze in his place.

"You want us to... to write to..."

Elena nodded, "we need uncle Rolland."