Hey, so this is a new idea, I am in love with Game of Thrones from HBO and I'm a currently reading the series and then I got an idea for an idea for this story, I don't own Narnia or Game of Thrones, I am simply inspired by the two stories and wanted to combine them.
Prologue
The black blood ravens circled the castle; blood of prisoners stained their pointed claw like beaks, adapted to pick flesh from bone. A fearsome large bird with wings like vultures of the far eastern isles, that took comfort on flight at night and brought misery wherever it went. The constable of birds continued to flap and dive around the mighty stronghold of Cair Paravel, the ruling seat of the house of Ainsley.
Below the frightful birds of death in the royal chambers in the golden towers of Cair Paravel lay a King. King Lousis the head of his house and current King of Narnia lay sickly in his large bed, wrapped in thick cotton bed robes and fur blankets over his bed sheets. The royal physicians had thought the heat was needed to sweat the illness out.
The King's illness wasn't much surprise to anyone, the King had many battle wounds that plagued him in his old age and the stain of being widowed to his beloved Queen had left the once warm King a cold and excusive man who found little comfort in anything not even his children, he was only fond of his eldest girl but paid no attention to the younger two.
A chill danced up the King's covered legs, causing him to stir from his slumber, his blue eyes opened to be met only with the darkness that covered his room like a great black storm cloud of the western winder showers. With a groan he tried to rearrange the sheet around him and peaked at the giant windows but he could see no movement of the curtains or hear no nightly winds.
Sliding further down in the large comfy bed the mattress filled with soft goose feathers shanked a little from the weight, but did not cause discomfort as the King made every intent on falling back to sleep, but from the corner of his eye the king saw a shadow.
There at the foot of the great bed stood the shade, unrecognisable but it was there a solid shape against the black background. The King was helpless in his bed, too weak to move he watched as the shade lifted a goblet from the table while removing a small green bottle from its body; the King could see it glint in the little light. The shade began to pour the entire contents of the bottle into the goblet, once empty it moved towards the King not making a sound as it moved towards him looking like it was floating in air.
But any ghost like quality left as the shade grabbed the King's head with its left hand wrapped around old Lousis' neck holding his head in place. Using a strong thumb it pushed open his jaw and shoved the goblet to his mouth. The King wailed and struggled as the liquid ran down his throat tightened the muscles as it descended. Arms and legs thrashed in every direction as the King struggled for air, gulping at the air with failure. Tighten and tighter the muscles became sealing off the precious outside air. With a last grapple the King's body fell silent robbed of his last breathe, his royal blue eyes now lifelessly started into the distance as the shadow disappeared.