Hakuna Matata

A loud knock on her chamber door woke her in the midst of the starry night. “Your Grace!” a voice followed the hammering on the door. The Queen stomped over the slippers next to her bed, nearly falling flat on the spot and quickly wrapped a warm cloak around her. One quick glance through the window and she saw them, eager to get through the walls of Winterfell. Panicked mothers, children, stable boys, farmers… everything but fighters amongst them. Which village did these unfortunate people belong to? As soon as her bare foot touched the stone cold floor, a shiver traveled all the way up her spine, tickling through the hairs at the back of her head. Ignoring it, she took a few further steps and grabbed the round handle of the door, pulling. All it took was one look at her advisor’s face to know that this might have been the last decent sleep she would have in days.  Had Tormund not returned within three days after the supper he shared with the Queen, the wildlings would gath...

Winter has come and gone, yet Tyrion could still feel the chiliness in the air amid the break of dawn. The northern wind did not help, gushing over the waters of the Narrow Sea. The largest ship he had ever seen made for only half of the new galleys of the Six Kingdoms. Even with the sails set to luff and at half mast, the galleys were clenching the ropes that were keeping them at bay against the troubling waters. People all around were pushing heavy wooden boxes filled with food, wine, armor, spears... over the wide bridges that connected the vessels with the harbor. The freshly built scorpions came next. Larger than their predecessors. With the help of the Hand of the King, a new system was developed, allowing a second spear to be fired within seconds of the first. Even though he would never admit it, it left Tyrion feeling proud.  When the sun was out and the galleys boarded, Tyrion waved to one of the captains standing on the deck of his ship, who set the sails all the w...

Even when he would push past the pain and force his eyes open, the prisoner could not see much. Blurriness clouded his vision, intensifying the pounding of his head. So he decided to keep them closed, he did not wish to see what was coming anyway. One of the tall dark skinned strangers that carried him inside this tent, threw on the ground, what appeared to be, a unique sword and a dagger, which once was pierced through the heart of a Queen. The whip came cracking again, almost tearing his skin bloody, making him lean his head against the wooden column he was tied to, in hopes to once again drift off into unconsciousness. His hope died when the one who seemed to be their leader, lost interest in ... was that a man? Or a woman? The wooden column covered them but it made no difference, now the khal was coming for him. The bloody beating stopped as soon as they carried him under the two colossal stone-carved stallions. Vaes Dothrak , he thought, half conscious. They cannot spill blo...

  The narrow, dark hallway seemed without an ending. A playful reflection of fire over the long, coarse walls being the only guide in the darkness. As she walked, the Queen’s dress would soak in the puddles of melted snow. When she reached the last cell, chains rumbled as they moved, joining the sound of melting ice drops, ceasing the dead silence. A pale face followed by two hands that wrapped around the bars, emerged from the darkness. “Seems your friend has kept his word… Release them.” spoke the Queen, her voice echoing through the hall. The two large northmen obeyed and the three wildling prisoners were guided out of the tunnel. When they neared the light at the end, the girl’s eyes watered adjusting to the whiteness. Were they in the darkness for too long or was she crying for freedom and the boy waiting for her outside? Sansa wondered. The light-brown locks of the boy’s hair had grown and for a heartbeat, Sansa thought Ser Loras was standing right in front of her. N...

Ashes fell on her face like snowflakes but instead of dissolving they would leave black smears in their wake. She ran breathlessly not daring to look back. If I look back I am lost . She kept running as fast as her legs would allow. The wind was blowing, dispersing the figures into ash all around her. It was in her hair, in her clothes, in her eyes, forcing her to run forward blindly. Perhaps that wasn’t such a bad thing. She has seen it all before. The same nightmare was her friend whenever she closed her eyes. A black shadow appeared over the ground, blackening the ash in front of her. As she ran, her toes would step onto it, leaving a footprint behind. It followed her without an effort as if watching her run for her life was its favorite amusement. With each step she took, the shadow grew larger. Now, she could hear its wings flapping louder, nearing her, her heart beating so fast as if trying to burst its way out of her chest. “You cannot escape me, you are me!” roared the s...

From a nearby oak a raven quorked, and Bran heard the sound of flapping wings as another one of the big black birds flapped down to land beside it. But there was another heartbeat, stronger heartbeat, he could feel the warm blood pulsing through its veins from a mile away. His mouth would water at the thought of the tasty, fresh, dark meat. He waited for the perfect moment, pressed his back claws into the snow and leaped forward, digging his sharp teeth into the warm flesh, snatching the elk’s neck bloody. Food tasted so much better after hunting it than having it served on a platter. When his belly was full, the hunter was back into his crippled body with the crown of the Six Kingdoms on its head. Duty calls. If he could, the King would run free on all fours, hunting from sunrise to sunset. But when has a King ever been free? The moment his eyes turned their usual brown color, his favorite hunting spot of the forest disappeared and he was back into the King’s chambers, into the ...

When he stepped off the ship that carried the name of the giant he knew very little growing up, Jon turned, watching the sailors of King’s Landing steer “Hodor” towards west, towards home. He, however, was headed in the opposite direction. East. This was his first time stepping onto Essos. He knew very little of it, only what Dany had told him about her days spent in the cities around Slaver’s Bay, now The Bay of Dragons. She talked about it so passionately though, that he often found himself unable to let her finish. Once, while they were sailing towards Winterfell, she spoke about the first time she got to fly. All Jon had to do was look upon her face to see how excited it made her. And that excited him. So, while she was going on about the most intense euphoric feeling she had ever experienced, he disappeared down under the cover and parted her legs placing soft kisses up her inner thighs, which only caused her legs to part even wider. This time, he needed not look upon her fac...