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

Elena Caron

Elena's emotions were crushed. As though somebody had clenched her heart in their hands and squeezed until the tips of their fingers sunk right into the tough and bleeding organ. Until they felt Elena's life slowly drain out of it in the viscous flowing blood that splattered onto the ground like red rain.

She couldn't even bring herself to cry, so was so utterly speechless, and depressed.

"Father..." she murmured.

"I'm so sorry, my love," spoke Maester Yandel to the three, heartbroken children in-front of him.

"How?" raged the angry voice of her elder brother.
"He was on a boat with Stannis himself. He managed to avoid burning alive from the wildfire... it was a member of the Lannister army that finished him in the end..."
"He died in battle?"
"Yes, he did."

The only sound that could be heard was the tick tacking of rain on the stained glass window that looked down on the entire length of the great hall, like a God looking down on his people.

The silence was a spreading fire, gradually growing until the whole of the great hall was immersed in it.

Then the doors to the hall swung open violently as another person entered the room.

"Is the news true?" Rolland spoke quickly, to the dull-looking Maester, briskly walking toward the group of people.

"I'm afraid so..."

Again, nobody said anything.

"If you'll excuse me, I must be alone... this news... it's a lot for me to handle." Maester Yandel's eyes had lost focus. He had a look on his face of pure sadness.

"Take all the time you need," croaked Rolland.

The Maester trudged from the hall, followed by Wren, Petyr, and Elena, until Rolland stood alone in the great hall, thinking of his dead little brother and holding back tears.

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Elena sat on her bed, hunched over so that several rolls appeared on her stomach and her breasts sagged downward, unlike their usual perky and sturdy look. She could barely even think straight, or focus. Her back hurt, and so did her heart.

"Elena..." Wren crept into her chambers, and slowly closed the door behind him.

She didn't utter a word to her brother.

"Father died fighting... it's the best way for it to have happened..."

Again Elena said nothing. She went to tuck her hair behind her ear before realising there was hardly any hair there for her to even tuck, and instead she ran a hand through it, and sighed.

"How is the Maester?" Elena grumbled.

"He's finding it... tough... he has known father and... mother... for so many years. But he's strong, and he should be alright." Wren murmured.

"And Petyr?"

Wren did not respond immediately.

"I'll go get him," he announced in a sad tone and whizzed out of the room.

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Elena had fallen asleep by the time he returned, a half hour later, panting like a hound.

"Elena! I can't find him! I can't find Petyr!" he cried.

"Wren!" Elena jerked her body up and rubbed her eyes until her vision was no longer blurred.

"Elena I've told Rolland and the Maester - nobody can find him. Nobody has seen him!"

"And you've checked fathers chambers?" she flinched at the word father.

"I have... Elena... Petyr's gone."