A GAME OF THRONES

a     s o n g     o f     i c e     a n d fire     !

Last night I dreamt I dry heaved into my brother's bed until bugs came out of my insides. I tried to swallow them back into my empty body, coughing and choking the entire time. I wake up and still taste the earth.

I N   T   R   O   D   U   C   I   N   G

ACT ONE OF HEART OF FIRE.

My father was still there,
sitting on my rocking chair.

We studied each other for a
moment as I lay in bed.

"You were looking for me,"
he said.

I looked at him.

"In your dream. You were
looking for me."

"I'm always looking for you,"
I whispered.

( Aristotle and Dante. )

She stared at the woman in the
crypt for a long time.

She knew next to nothing of her aunt, other than that they shared a similar name and face, that
her father had named Lyarra after her. 

She knew that she had died because
of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen.

She wanted to get down on her knees
and beg the statue for an answer.

What should I do?

She prayed.

What should I do?