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

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The old lady sat, watching the water boil in her copper pot, that was set over the fire. She was grey haired and frail, with a deep purple coloured dress that fell to her ankles.

The lady slowly got to her feet. The water in the pot boiled ferociously.

She crept over towards a wooden shelf in the far corner of the room. The shelf contained countless rows of different sized vials, flasks and bottles containing different coloured and different textured liquids. Some were green and bubbling, others a thick brown. Several were just clear and a couple were empty.

The lady ran her finger along a line of little blue vials until she hit a shocking red one. It started swirling at the touch of her skin.

She slowly, but surely, picked it out.

She crept over back to the bubbling pot. She uncapped the small vial of the red liquid, and tipped it into the boiling water.

The red liquid was incredibly thin, it fell into the pot easily, almost a mixture of liquid and gas. She couldn't quite tell which it was closer to.

As soon as it reached the pot, the substance turned the boiled water a deep, black.

The lady removed the pot from the fire and placed it onto her end table. She went back towards the shelf, and retrieved an empty bottle.

Carefully, the old lady poured the contents of the pot into the empty bottle. Once the entire of the black liquid was in the bottle, she lifted it to her lips, and swallowed a mouthful of it, scorching her throat, not that it mattered. She then screwed the cap back on and placed the nearly full bottle back onto the shelf and returned to her red chair.

She sat for several moments in complete silence, only the sound of the fire cracking before her.

The lady tucked a strand of vivid blonde hair behind her ear and as she sank deeper into her chair, she stuck out her smooth, and large breasts. Her brown eyes were young again.