imagine being jon snow trying to wokenize the night's watch and a random bastard from fuckass dreadfort sends you a letter saying he will eat your heart and that he wants his reek and you have no fucking idea what the fuck a reek even is
Fat Ramsay enjoying a spread of meat pies and honey cakes and candied almonds while a malnourished Reek stares at the crumbs on his master’s face! If he is good maybe he can lick them off! 😻😻😻😻