A Song of Ice and Fire

Sansa wavered only a moment. With one glance towards the door, she took a step, instead, in the direction of Viserys. She put her hand gently on his shoulder, frowning at the trembling she felt. “Are you sure you want me to go? I will, if that’s what you want.”

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He flinched at the touch but put his hand over hers. ❝ Sansa... help me?❞ he whispered, a moment of rare weakness. He couldn’t end up the way his father did. What would be the point then? He might as well hang himself - before one of his own guards slits his throat. Or perhaps his lady wife would rather do the honors.  

Had he truly changed so much? Viserys didn’t think so, but even a man blind as he could see the signs. Even his own sister had grown away from him. What happened to the little girl who would climb into his bed and ask for stories? Or rather, what happened to the boy who would tell them? Viserys wasn’t that person anymore. And if he was no longer that Viserys, then WHO WAS HE? 

               “Y-yes, Master. S-straight away…”

Reek did not waste another moment, not even another breath before he had begun wiping up the mess he’d made. A waste of good wine, to be sure. He would be punished for this later, he knew that all too well.

His hands still trembled even as he used a rag to soak up the crimson fluid– a colour he knew all too well these days. His own clothes (if they could even be called that anymore) were stained with the same colour in many places. But it was not wine that had left those marks. 

He returned to his place in the background when he was finished. Perhaps, if he was fortunate, his master would forget about his little blunder over the course of the meal. Perhaps he might avoid a punishment… 

⛌ ╳ MAN OF MERCY ╳ ⛌ Ramsay suffered through the rest of the meal and its pleasantries, his bloodlust rising in his throat as if it could grow arms and choke him. He passed the time planning the games he’ll play with his favorite little toy. 

As soon as his guests departed, Ramsay sidled up to his pet. ❝ You were a naughty pup today, little Reek, ❞ He scolded almost playfully, gripping the other’s thin wrist between his fingers.  ❝ And after your dear Master was kind enough to wash your hair this morning. Oh, Reek, Reek what did you do? ❞

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Oh, how he hated when his lord master had guests. It made him nervous, for he knew that any mistake, any slip up, could cost him dearly. 

It simply wouldn’t do to embarrass Ramsay Bolton, after all.

And yet he’d erred already. The wine had spilled on the table thanks to his shaky hands, and some of it may well have gotten onto the guest’s clothes, too. He glanced around anxiously, hoping that his master wouldn’t see.

                 “I-I… I’m… I’m t-terribly sorry…”

⛌ ╳ MAN OF MERCY ╳ ⛌ Ramsay gave his Reek a soft smile. Stupid thing it was, spilling wine everywhere. He ought to make the creature clean it off with its tongue. Lick the table, little Reek. Lick it clean like a good little bitch. Then you can lick the shit off my shoes. 

She hit the wall, squeezed her eyes shut. She knew that - she had even seen the poor girls afterwards, she didn’t need to be reminded of the horror she had escaped as Joffrey’s future wife by the arrival of the Taragaryen forces in Blackwater Bay. She ought to have learned better, with Joff, but after watching the mean boy choke on his own blood at the point of a sword, she had resolved not to let anyone tread all over like that again.

“You are,” she spat, opening her eyes and turning them on him with cold fury. “I want you to act like a king! You swore, when you came, that you would make the people celebrate the return of Targaryen rule, but you’ve done nothing but prove that Jaime Lannister was right to kill your father!”

٭∘⁖—🗡DRAGON🗡—⁖∘٭ 

Fingers clenched at his sides and he tried to calm himself before he did something really stupid - murdered his own wife?  ❝ What - Sansa - would you have me do? Do you want to be K I N G? ❞ he plucked the golden crown off of his head and set it upon hers.  ❝ Hail Sansa Stark. King of the andals and the first - men.  ❞ His voice dripped sarcasm and he gave her a lavish bow. He was sick of this. Nothing, nothing he could do was ever good enough. Not for her, not for Dany, not for anyone.