Game of Thrones: New Dawn, New Love
Chapter 1 of my new Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.
Chapter 1
Standing before the mirror, Shireen Baratheon sighed sadly. She was a rather short young woman, with a round pale face, doe blue eyes, thin coloured lips, a rather aquiline nose, long black hair, rather thick eyebrows. She has Greyscale scars on her left cheek from the jaw to her eyebrow, covering a good part of the cheek, she was sixteen years old.
The daughter of Stannis Baratheon, brother to President Robert Baratheon of Westeros, and Stannis wife Selyse. She had lived her life as a quiet girl; usually overshadowed by her quiet but stern father and her admittedly domineering mother.
'Then...then dad died, two years ago...Now it's just me and mum.' She recalled. 'Gods please...mum always gets on my case for something, I just wish; it wasn't as bad when dad was alive but now...'
She shook her head and began to get dressed for school. She didn't even know why she'd spent so long looking in the mirror, clad in just her underwear, she always hated her reflection.
She was skinny and flat-chested, with no curves, so pale the other girls at school mocked her by calling her a ghost. The only colour on her skin was the ugly grey disfiguration from her Greyscale scars.
Shireen bit her lip. 'Yet my legs...my legs aren't too bad...I've been trying to, enhance my confidence by...well...'
She felt her face heat up as she recalled her efforts.
While she felt her body was deficient in so many ways; she found herself gifted with long slender legs. She had adopted her current manner of favoured dress to try and enhance that, to try and boost her confidence.
But it didn't work and it came at a cost.
Still she persevered and pulled on her outfit, a simple white blouse with a black pleated skirt that came mid-way down her thighs, a pair of white thigh-high stockings and black flats. Not very colourful but that was just her. Fight the urge to tremble, Shireen made her way downstairs; she had everything set up for going to school; she just needed to have breakfast.
She tensed as she entered the kitchen, her mother Selyse was already present and looked up as she entered.
"Shireen." She greeted her daughter; eyes narrowing.
Taking a seat and pouring her cereal into the bowl, Shireen kept her head down; knowing her mother was already angry and no doubt about her outfit. She ate in silence; waiting for the inevitable; but her mother seemed less inclined to give her any trouble so early in the morning, at least on this day. But Shireen could see the dark look in her mother's eyes.
'Oh….mum's gonna give me into so much trouble after school...I just...' She thought desperately. 'I just hope all she does is start yelling and lecturing me and doesn't...'
She couldn't finish the thought, it was something that scared her too much. To her relief she finished and stood up.
"Shireen..."
Shaking her head she quickly replied. "I need to get going to school mum, I'll...see you afterwards."
Selyse just nodded and said nothing else as Shireen left the house, heading for school.
Pulling on a dark blue T-shirt and denim jeans, Devan Seaworth smiled and he finished his outfit with a pair of dark grey socks and then his sneakers. He was a young reasonably built man of above medium height, very pale with pale greenish blue eyes, pale blonde hair, rosy lips and little to no blemishes. He continued to get ready for school.
While his looks made some people think he would be a troublemaker; he wasn't actually a bad student. Not top of the class, but not the sort to get in trouble. As he headed down for breakfast be began thinking about one of his friends at school, admittedly his closest friend.
'Shireen...I wonder if...' He began to wonder. 'She's been so...distant lately and I don't think it's just because of her dad. I mean...Urgh, I hope she's alright.'
He couldn't help it, he was worried for Shireen. Although he quickly schooled his features, not wanting to cause a fuss as he sat down to breakfast with his family.
He smiled at his parents, Davos and Marya Seaworth, and began to eat, along with his brothers. He was the third of six brothers. His two older brothers worked with his father, at sixteen he was the oldest of the brothers still in school.
As such it was his responsibility, and his parents trusted him to, look after his younger brothers. While quiet it was a gentle peace and the family all sported smiles as they prepared for their day.
With breakfast finished Devan joined his brothers and together they headed out, with him heading for school and a new day.
End of chapter, a simple beginning to show the contrast in our two main characters home lives, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.