SHOCK – 100 words, Day 1
His pulse increased as he felt a twinge in his groin. Warm eyes under perfect brows stood across the room from him. He wanted her so badly, wanted to plunge himself into her hot wetness again and again and again.
He heard the jangling of metal, the murmur of voices, felt his body raised and a foul tasting liquid forced between his lips. No! They were keeping him from her. “Cersei,” he gasped, and fell back upon the straw.
When next he awoke, lucidity was returning. Across the room where Cersei had stood was a figure. Brienne turned towards him.
COLD – 100 Words, Day 2
Jon had been given a choice. But, he wondered, had there ever truly been one? Born a bastard and always treated as below the salt, joining the Black Watch had seemed the only option in the poor hand that had been dealt to him.
While walking the wall next to the mule, Ghost padding behind them making the beast nervous, his thoughts wandered for a moment. Why had he ever dreamed there might be more in his future? Even though his father had shown him love and warmth, his stepmother, Catelyn, had always been cold. Only the Wall was colder...
ARCHITECTURE – 100 Words, Day 3
Walking across the bailey, Bran cast his eyes upwards towards the crenellation atop the long wall. The wind was mild and the sun was out, so the morning dew was burned off and the stones would be dry. It was perfect climbing weather.
As he ascended the staircase to reach the bastion, he looked below. He loved the architecture of Winterfell; the open areas, the soaring towers, the firm stone and the weak, he knew every inch of it. Swinging to the window he saw them, Jamie and Cersei. It took him long months before he remembered that day again.
RAINBOW – 100 Words, Day 4
She had always heard there was luck to be found at the end of the rainbow. When she was young she scampered through the fields and pathways trying to find the end of the colorful bridge across the heavens. When she grew older, her goals changed. Now, instead of finding the end of the rainbow, she wanted to be wrapped in it.
Defying expectations, she rose victorious in battle. Her lifelong goal was in sight. Renly wrapped her in the rainbow cloak she coveted and she was his for life. Brienne never imagined that his life would be so short.
HEARTBREAK – 100 Words, Day 5
Pushing her way through the crowd, Arya wiggled towards the front. Upon the podium was her sister surrounded by royalty. Her father, dressed in dark colors as was his wont, stood guarded. Watching, she saw him bow his head to the young King. She was unable to hear his words, but knew he was doing what they had requested.
When they took him and led him to the block, she looked on in disbelief. The man in black behind her then covered her eyes that she not see the death of one she loved. He could not stop her heartbreak.
BROTHERS – 100 Words, Day 6
Tommen worshiped his older brother. Joffrey was beautiful, sat his horse well, and was being taught the use of bow and sword. Soon he would join the lists, joust, wed Sansa and make their mother proud. He followed his brother wherever he could, permission or not.
After the death of their father, Joffrey was not only his brother, but his liege lord and King. It had been Tommen's hope that when he grew older he would be allowed to act as squire to his older brother. He never dreamed that he would inherit his crown, his wife and his throne.
HAIR – 100 words, Day 7
Sansa dressed carefully. Whatever else, Joffrey must not be angered today. Waiting impatiently until her maid was finished placing the pearl and gemstone netting over her hair, she took a careful look at herself in the mirror. The bruises were not visible, she was grateful for long sleeves.
Walking into the hallway, her hair was grabbed. She was thrown into the wall, her head whirled dizzily. A low voice growled into her ear. “Make sure you please the King today. There are other things that can be done to you that will still leave you virgin.” She shuddered and nodded.
SCENERY – 100 Words, Day 8
Walking to the Moon Gate, Lyssa gazed out over her domain, the Eyrie. Unassailable, unconquerable, the vast heights perched atop of sheer cliffs brought vertigo to the most level-headed people. The condemned were pushed through this Gate to drop down to the valley floor. It resulted in certain death. But often those awaiting their fate would simply roll off the edge of their high, open-walled, sloped and icy prison cells.
Re-entering the room, she thought about the Lannister currently in her gaol. Could she execute him if her son so decided? What would the repercussions of such a death be?
DANCE – 100 words, Day 9
Catelyn was still reeling emotionally. The man she had thought to wed, build a life with, raise a family with, oversee a domain with was no longer. This other man who had placed the red cloak on her shoulders but a few minutes before was a virtual stranger. Seemingly stern and without humor, driven to fill his deceased brother's shoes, he was proper in his decorum. She wanted passion, not propriety.
He rose, holding out his hand. “Would my lady grace me with this dance?” Maybe he won't be too bad after all, she thought, placing her hand into his.
BLOOD – 100 Words, Day 10
How long had it been since he had seen the sky? His memories were a jumble of harsh voices, and unbearable pain. Wiggling into the corner of his dark cell, he heard noises in the corridor. Keys were jangling, voices interchanged in conversation.
He licked the rat's blood from his hands, his tongue faltering in the gaps where fingers had once been. Memories of the pain when he had begged for them to be removed returned. No...better bury those memories along with his identity. While eating part of the rat, a key was inserted into the lock on his door...