Game of Thrones: Life on Canvas
Chapter 3 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
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Now onto the story.
Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.
Chapter 3
Myrcella awoke to yet another day of snow and cold. She sat up, shaking her head.
'Only in the North would this happen in summer.' She thought to herself.
She got out of bed and, acting as quickly as she could, due to the cold, removed her pyjamas and began getting dressed. Once dressed she glanced mournfully at the still non-functioning radiator. Turning the electric heater on she began to eat her breakfast. She looked out the window at the snowfall.
She let her thoughts roam as she observed. 'If it wasn't so cold; I'd probably like it. It's, it's really beautiful, pure even. The snow back in King's Landing looked nothing like this.'
She smiled lightly, finishing off her breakfast and then began to clean the dishes. Thankfully, for now at least, the hot water was back. Finally she sighed and made up her mind.
'I better get started; I'll need to come up with some more work to sell.' She told herself. 'Before I run out of the money I got from Uncle Jaime buying my last painting.'
She settled herself down at her desk, fixing up everything she would need. She observed the blank canvas before her and began to ponder on what her latest work could be. However, to her horror, she found she was drawing a blank.
Nothing came to her, no inspiration, no ideas. She quickly checked her laptop, no commissions, nothing; she groaned and ended up planting her elbows on the edge of the desk, resting her head in her hands. This was bad, she had suffered blocks like this at least twice before. It never boded well; if it was anything like the last two times, she'd have to work even more shifts at that bar, just to make ends meet.
She let out a slow steady breath, muttering to herself. "Not good."
She lifted her head up and picked up the pencil from her various supplies. She put it to paper and sat, thinking, trying to come up with something. She finally let go of her thoughts, decided to simply be guided by her emotions, still nothing came to her. Even just instinctively starting to sketch on the canvas produced no results and she had to erase what she had done. She let out a frustrated growl before getting herself back under control.
'Oh please, there must be something. I can't go through extra shifts at that fucking bar again.' She lamented. 'Ugh, if I could just, find something, inspiration, from anywhere, anything.'
She straightened up and glanced out the window again. Not even the pristine snow, falling lightly past her window, offered any inspiration.
Before she could ruminate further her phone rang; she started, surprised, she wasn't expecting a call from anyone. She hurried over and checked the caller ID, she smiled widely when she saw who it was.
She answered the phone quickly. "Hey Tommen."
The sound of her younger brother's warm laughter helped her forget her worries.
"Hey Cella; been a while huh." He replied.
"Yeah, it has." She confirmed. "So, how have you been?"
Tommen's answer was relaxed, happy even. "Never better; things are good, school's fine."
Myrcella was happy to hear that; Tommen was the only family member who had stayed in regular contact with her since she left home. Her smile however faltered when Tommen asked his next question.
"What about you, how are you doing?"
She nearly faltered but caught herself in time. "I'm fine. Yeah, everything's good here. I've sold another couple of paintings and I'm about to start on my next one."
There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone and Myrcella wondered if Tommen had noticed her faltering. She prayed he didn't, the last thing she wanted was to worry her younger brother. Determined to avoid any awkwardness, she decided to steer the conversation in a different direction.
"How's the rest of the family, how are, how are mum and dad doing?" She asked.
She heard Tommen exhale softly, as if he had been about to say something else. But he nevertheless began to explain.
Myrcella smiled as she sat listening to her brother explain about their family. From the sound of things, their parents were doing well; although they were still divided on their opinion of Myrcella's decision to move away. That surprised her as she felt neither of her parents supported her choice. However, according to Tommen; while their mother still wasn't happy about it, their father, Robert Baratheon, in fact did.
"Dad's really proud of you for standing up for yourself, making your own choices. Mum still complains a bit, from time to time, but that's all really." Tommen explained.
Myrcella felt her smile returning. "That's great to hear; I take it Joffrey's much the same as ever?"
Tommen let out a sigh as he replied. "Yeah."
Myrcella shifted anxiously, she was uncertain how to approach her next question, in the end she decided to simply ask.
"Have you…told mum and dad yet, about you?"
She heard Tommen sigh again; she was referring to his biggest secret, one which he had shared only with Myrcella, his homosexuality.
Finally he spoke. "No…I, I've not, I just, can't bring myself to say anything."
Myrcella nodded to herself as she replied. "I understand it's hard; don't worry, you'll always have me, okay."
"Thanks Cella; oh by the way, about that." He said suddenly, brightening up. "I…I've got a boyfriend now."
Myrcella gasped and grinned. "That's great, I hope you two are happy together."
Tommen laughed. "We are, I might come around to see you sometime, how about I bring him?"
Myrcella agreed to that and, after a little more small talk, they finished their conversation and hung up.
Myrcella smiled, it was nice to hear from her younger brother. She looked back at her blank canvas and then back outside.
'Talking with Tommen helped calm my frustration, but I still can't think of anything.' She thought to herself. 'Maybe I'll find inspiration outside.'
So, deciding that would be the best course of action, she pulled on her jacket, gloves, boots, everything for the cold outside. She then gathered up a small sketch pad and a pencil along with a few other necessary objects, which fit in her pockets. She then left the apartment, hunting for inspiration.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.
Just a note, especially since the last story had them as the main pairing, Tommen/Robin will only appear together twice in this story, apart from those two scenes and one other scene, there won't really be any mention of their relationship and such, just to clear that up.