Since we have to wait till march 2014 for a new episode on tv, I decided to create a little Ice and Fire for myself, and for you to enjoy.
The salty sea wind made clouds float over Gulltown. They blocked the light of the moon and its stars. It was still very crowded on the central square, therefore today was not just another day. Today a feast started, a holiday celebrated every second full moon of summer. It was organized by royals and noblemen to keep the citizens of Westeros entertained in times of peace. There shall be seventeen days of festivities all over the continent. Footsteps banged through the streets of Gulltown to the square where they echoed between the high, majestic buildings that surrounded the center. From the windows of these buildings shone the light of candles. They didn't take away the blackness from the cloudy night, but just threw extra dark shadows over those who gathered on the square. In the middle of it there was a wooden stage where the residents of the city went and stood around. The stage was shaped like a rectangle and had large fire pits on all four of its corners. It would not be long before a speaker was to enter the stage. This was the feast of the speaker. Seventeen days of storytelling. Old legends shall be lectured and new myths will be created. The one who opens the feast as the first speaker will take eternal fame.
Slowly, it became quiet on the square. Everyone had found his or her spot and looked eagerly towards the stage, awaiting who would be the first to speak. Royals and nobles had the best spots. They watched from the windows of the buildings surrounding the square where they found no trouble with the many people on the ground and could easily see the stage. Speakers, often nobleman and priests because they were the ones who could read, stood with their families and friends next to the wooden rectangle. In just a few minutes one of their names would be called and then the speaker had to be able to quickly enter the stage. The rest of the square was packed, well into the adjacent streets. Here were hidden away the poor or nameless residents of Gulltown. Besides the wind, it was quiet, until the steps of the stairs next to the stage began to crack. A man in a golden cloak climbed up to the stage. Its hood covered the man his eyes. He was wearing leather gloves. In his right hand he held a curled bugle and in his left hand he was carrying a sealed letter. The name of a soon to be famous citizen was on there. When the man stood firm on the stage, he lifted the bugle and began to blow a melody. It fitted well with the dark night it was, despite of the full moon. To the rhythm of the heavy echoes caused by the blowing on the bugle, men with torches came out of the main building on the side of the square and slowly marched to the center. Everybody knew these were the best knights of Westeros, and that most of them came from King's Landing, the capital. These knights traveled around the continent to help during the festivities since there was no war going on. They ended up picking drunk men from the streets or separating men fighting over women. The golden cloaks which were also worn by the knights hid their armor. "As high as honor," whispered the knights. When the bugle call stopped, the whispering grew into screaming. The residents of Gulltown mysteriously screamed along with the motto of The Vale. "As high as honor. As high as honor." Everybody knew when to stop screaming, but the silence that followed became interrupted.
A young woman with wild, long, red hair ran onto the square out of the building were previously the knights came from. She was shaky, screamed and hoped through the crowd. The woman wore necklaces with strange symbols over an animal skin she hung around her long slender body. With her very large hands she held a newborn above her head.
People jumped all over the place to avoid the screaming creature. In a panic they jostled each other in front of streets that detracted from the square and its buildings whose heavy wooden doors already slammed shut. No one understood a word of what the young woman is saying, and her sentences were interrupted as suddenly as they had begun.
The fire pits shone their lights over the golden cloaks lying on the ground of the square. Besides a few knights the place looks abandoned. The knights stood around a body, which was the source of a little red river that flowed between the bricks of the streets of Gulltown. One of the knights held a quiet newborn.