Ramsay entered the young woman’s chambers with measured steps, closing the door behind him; a silent threat.
He looked her over from head to toe——
a southern beauty like no other.
Though he preferred northern women, »
shaped by the cold and raised in it,
the thought of possessing a jewel from the capital,
a Lannister,
delighted him.
❛ My lovely lady——
I trust you’re finding everything to your liking.
Do you need more firewood, or blankets? ❜
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A smile watches him as he writhes curled up———fangs, wide eyes, pure pleasure reflected in those two blocks of ice, an excitement that went beyond the physical.
He drew in a calm breath through his nose, while his smile softened. »
His hands once more sought Reek’s face, holding it with that mocking care.
❛ Don’t do it again. Now go to the kitchens. I’ve had them save you a bowl of stew. ❜
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his round features softening as he spoke, trying to make him feel 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚.
‘ But you can’t doubt so much.’
Every trace of human emotion vanished, and after finishing the sentence, he delivered a strong, dry punch to his stomach.
𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙚 eyes bore into Reek. He continued caressing his cheek until he heard a response.
Then he pulled his hand away, slowly.
‘ Of course you deserve a reward. ’
Seriousness and something like 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 in his eyes, »
Dreadfort was cold. The North was cold. But Ramsay was certain that his wife would eventually get used to it——better yet, his future wife.
A beautiful gift from the Lannisters, a token of gratitude for loyalty and a way to ensure it. »
Hamysh becoming a lifeline of sorts. A loose grip on herself outside of everything else.
Coal colored eyes watching as the two small creatures cautiously explored the small bed she had made up for them. Just as wary as their human about where life had lead them.
He smiled to himself as his boots echoed against the cold stone, making his way to the new chambers of Lady Joanna Lannister.
Dressed in shades of pink, a belt of human leather to hold a sword, and a cloak that kept him warm. »