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

Elena Caron

She heard the horses before she saw them.

A band of soldiers, in white plated armour and a nightingale standing out on their breastplates rode into the moors beneath the towers of Nightsong. Each of their horses a dark brown colour, they slowed as they reached the entrance to the hold and were greeted by the sturdy man, Lord Wren.
He puffed out his chest at the sight of his bastard uncle Rolland Caron.

"My Lord," spoke the soldier at the front of the fleet, he removed his helm and hopped off his horse. His facial hair was stubbly and unshaven and his eyes a piercing blue. He smiled at his nephew.

"Uncle Rolland," Wren returned the smile.

They embraced one another in a tight hug.

"I heard about your father," Rolland said, "was foolish of him, to leave at a time like this... I got Elena's letter..."

Wren shuffled his feet, "yes it has been... difficult... but I'm dealing with it, I am the new Lord of Nightsong, after all."

Rolland smiled slightly, and nodded his head, "shall we?"

Wren lead his uncle into the great castle of Nightsong.

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"I've got news for you," Rolland was sat along with Elena, Petyr and Wren around the long table in the great hall, his hands were clasped and his lips a thin, poker straight line, "about your father."

"Is he coming home?" Petyr shot at Rolland, a look of pure joy fixated across his innocent face.

"No, my boy," he breathed, "he's going to Kingslanding with Stannis. There is to be a war..."

The Caron siblings were silent. Wren was the first to speak up.

"Stannis is attacking Kingslanding?"

"Yes, there has been rumours... rumours of the Baratheon children being... inbred, children of... incest... but - nobody knows for sure. Stannis is after the throne and your father will be by his side when he fights for it."

"Father is going to war?" Elena whispered, lowering her gaze to her slightly sweaty hands, she bit her tongue and tried to hide her quivering lip.

"I'm afraid so, my dear," whispered her Uncle, "but I'm here because of your letter."

He looked sternly at her, "you think somebody is after our family?"

Elena felt a shiver run down her spine, "mother was... poisoned," she whispered.

Petyr remained silent while Wren clenched his teeth together, tightly.

"I've been attacked and threatened..." her voice shook, "I just can't take it anymore."

Elena started to cry, great big sobs with a steady flow of tears that she attempted to wipe away with the back of her hand.

Uncle Rolland stood and approached Elena. He lowered himself so that he was her height, and placed a hand on her back, just below her neck.
"I won't let anybody hurt you, Elena," he whispered, "I promise."

She continued sobbing. Wren narrowed his eyes in frustration.

"We have to stay strong, I'm the Lord of Nightsong while father is away. He will return here after the siege at Kingslanding and when he does all will be how it was. We just need to stay strong until the battle is over," Wren spoke loudly. He wanted to believe what he had said, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to. He looked at Elena and Rolland, "we are Carons," he said, "we can do this."

Elena wiped away the last of her tears, and sighed. She looked around. Something felt different, something was missing.

"Where's Petyr?" she croaked.
Wren's brow furrowed, "he was right there."

But Petyr was nowhere to be seen.

Elena and Wren jumped up from their seats, Rolland let out a long, steady, sigh, "don't panic, Petyr probably just got bored, he will be in his chambers or somewhere else in the castle."

"It's not safe for him to be on his own in the castle! They can get in here - they attacked me!" Elena whined, eyes wide and watery.

Rolland put his hands on either side of Elena's face and looked her right in the eyes, "calm down my sweet one, calm down."

Elena let out a few shaky breaths and closed her eyes for several moments.

Wren glared at his uncle and sister, "shouldn't we be looking for Petyr?"

Elena and Wren trudged up the stairs to Petyr's chamber while Rolland searched the corridors around the great hall.

However when Elena and Wren entered Petyr's chamber, he was nowhere to be found.
"Wren! I'm freaking out!"
"Elena - as much as I hate the fact that uncle Rolland is here, amazing uncle Rolland, the great soldier and warrior, come to save the fucking day - he was right. You need to calm down, okay? We will find Petyr, we just need to keep looking."

Elena scurried out of Petyr's chambers, Wren following, and naturally ran past her own, and straight towards her fathers.

And in there she found a small boy with a mess of brown wavy hair, curled up in a heap of furs and feathered cushions on his fathers bed.

Elena and Wren both let out a great sigh of relief. They were both frozen in their place at the door to their parents chamber.

"Why did mummy die?" Petyr whimpered.

There was a short moment of silence.

"They say poison is a woman's weapon," Elena spoke to her brothers, "and somebody cut my hair off," she continued, "and we were threatened in a cowardly way, somebody too craven to say it to our fucking faces." she spat.

Elena paused, and took a deep breath in the silence.
"This is one pathetic, two-faced, cowardly, jealous little bitch."