Authors Notes: I am not doing one on Shae but I am adding this because I love this song.
"There is enough for Everybody's needs, but not for Everybody's greed."-Mahatma Ghandi
Hands of Gold are always Cold
It was a boring day once more in the world of dead men. Rarely would anyone find anything to do. Most would talk, others would sleep but Jory did nothing. He stood still like a statue that breathes. No one knew what happened to him but they knew one thing. Jory Cassel of Winterfell was gone and what was left was the zombie that some dead men called the Wight Knight. He was called this for his sword that he kept. Robb had his stolen from Joffrey-who disappeared with said sword and most had thrown theirs away accept for a select few. The Wight came from his undead behaviour, after all his skin was a deathly pale, and his eyes were a shining red, a contrast to Wight sightings. That was why he was secretly called the Wight Knight.
However that day his eyes shown a sun like colour as he grunted a word for the first time in a select days. The word was hard to decipher but a boy heard "WhAt." Anyway, his body fell. As his body shook and twisted. Everybody was obviously freaked out, no one had known what the fuck had happened! However in his eyes everything had.
The Vision
A small song starts as the darkness that filled Jory's brain blank dissipated
He rode through the streets of the city,
A dwarf, on the steps to a tower.
down from his hill on high,
His shadow following his short body, truly he was a half-man
O'er the wynds and the steps and the cobbles,
His feet stepped over the stone that was used to make this structure. His journey ended at a door
he rode to a woman's sigh.
The hand opened the door to a dimply lit room.
For she was his secret treasure,
It was a tired looking woman, beautiful, exotic most likely Lorathi
she was his shame and his bliss.
His face changed to betrayel and rage as she blissfully called for her "lion" Tywin.
And a chain and a keep are nothing...
She attacks him in this keep however he quickly pulls her down and in his grasps a chain.
...compared to a woman's kiss
A last gasp from her lips as her life fades
For hands of gold are always cold, but a woman's hands are warm…
The warmth from her hand leaves, leaving nothing but a cold room and a wrathful lion.
3rd PoV
His eyes turned red once more, brown flickering as he awoke. Quietly he stood up. A silent second passed, brown overtook. A sword was drawn a stab was heard and nothing was left but a sword that slowly faded as The Wight Knight ended his silent suffering and disappeared...
Authors Notes: I'm done. Hope you liked it