No Song So Sweet

                                   Indie Nathan Young                                            Misfits| Selective| NSFW             

                                   Indie Nathan Young                                            Misfits| Selective| NSFW             

“don’t forget me.”

“I knew this day would come.. sooner or later.”

             wiping those tears that fell down her cheeks she knew that it would all end when the highest bidder stepped up to the plate. it would bring pain & misery. not only was she a stark, but she was a beautiful stark, revered in her northern beauty & had heard as much all her life. even little finger himself couldn’t help but to touch her long locks of hair & speak of her beauty. the more she knew the worse she felt. stomach churning, her eyes stared down at the vanity table, then to his hand. feeling him gripping it softly, in the most comforting of ways she stared back over at him wiping her tears with her free hand. ❛i know he doesn’t care for me. of course it’s his plan.❜ she breathed out. sitting for a long moment she thought about everything. ❛run away with me.❜ she stared over at him. ❛please? it’s the only way. i won’t be safe otherwise.❜ her words were desperate. like a cornered animal she sought her freedom.

To say he was surprised by her  words... it would be putting it  lightly. She’s so scared. What  could he say? If he said NO, he’d  allow this girl to be put in a  horrible situation. To be USED.     “How would we get out of      the Vale?”  It wasn’t a no, but he knew  they needed a plan first. 

“I’ll do it.” she said. The lack of light and her tears blurred her vision but that didn’t mean she had given up yet. There was a balcony sticking out from the next building, she could pull herself up there… 

   “You have to, Sansa. With       all your might.”  With the strength that she could  muster, the WILL to live. He hopes she can. It’d mean living HELL if  she couldn’t. He wouldn’t leave her alone, he didn’t think he had that  cruelty in him.      “I’ll be right here for you. I’m       not going anywhere.” 

          tears continued to pour down those beautiful cheeks & when she heard him apologize she just peered over at him. ❛you don’t understand…little finger will sell me to the highest bidder…if even you desire me then there is no hope for me.❜ she sobbed harder. she had been broken over the years, first from joffrey’s cruelty & now as her uncle’s new toy. he was always in it for the money, for himself. even little finger desired her. having kissed her many times before. staring up at orys she gripped his hand, ❛i’ve stared for hours into this mirror, praying it wasn’t so.❜ she breathed out.

Sell her? He knows how that feels,  the terror it brings. He had no  knowledge of it before it was too  late. Not into marriage like herself  but to someone who’d do him harm.  Sometimes it’s the same thing.  But into marriage? She was a  bastard,right? What price could she  get from a man? Unless she wasn’t?  He kneels as she takes his hand. He  wants nothing more than to comfort  her. To S A V E her from this pain.      “That’s his plan? Is that why        he’s brought you here?” 

Original Character| Game of Thrones  Orys Storm| Bastard from Nightsong 

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