Chapter 1
"GO CLEAN OUR BEST ROOM YOU STUPID WHOR" shouted Peter Littlefinger.
He's father of Ros Dower Littlefinger. Ros was a beautiful 16 year old girl and worked in the inn run by her father. He a mean old man who yelled and beat her and made her work too many hours cleaning rooms and cooking in the inn's kitchen.
"Yes father" Ros complies sadly, going up to clean the room. Ros had gorgoeus flowing fiery red hair and skin as pale as shimmering moon light. Ros was soo skinny pople thinks she dont eat anything, but thats wasnt true because she loved to cook, she just never gains wait. She didn't like when people talked about how freakish she was for her thin body, pale skin, and super read hair, it wasn't her fault she was that way, but she has learned to have tough skin and ignore them. "I wonder whos coming to stay in our best room," Ros wondered, "Maybe its a lord"
Ros put her cleaning apron on over her red flowing house dress with a black corset top and spiky metal belt. She tied her silky fire red hair back and started to scrub the floor. Ros always dreamed of getting far away from the inn, she wanted to travel the relm. Her father Peter Littelfinger was always getting to go places and talk to freaking kings and queens and lords but he wouldn't even let her leave the town. One day shey'd run away and he'd be sorry. Then he'd have to scrub his own floors and clean his own rooms. He'll proably wish he never beat and cursed at her.
"What this GIRL doing in my room?!" Khlaseesi was standing in the doorway with her guards. Khaleesi had bright blonde hair but it was supper frizzy and not shimmering like Ros's, she had one some stupid blue dress with metal shoulders and WAY too much jewelry. Her face was like an angrry scrunched up red tomato.
This room is for Khaleesi! Ros could tell it was her by her hair, but she wasn'r as pretty as everyone described. Ros stood up and brushed off her apron. "I'm sorry, my lady, I was just getting the room ready for you."
Khaleesi's dragons stood behind her and Ros could see them looking at her weirdly. "You dare discrace the sight of my room with your dirty slave hands?!" Khlaleesi screached like an angry chicken.
I'm not a slave. Ros replied angrily in her mind.
"Dragons! Burn her!" shouted Khaleesi
"My lady Khaleesi, she was only cleaning the room for you? You shouldn't kill such a pretty young girl" One of the guards protested. Ros could tell he was looking her up and down like a CREEP.
"No! Burn her my dragons!" Khaleesi yelled again.