#dark!ormund

Especially with the whole "sensitive to odour", or whatever, thing.

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“I have trusted you with everything,” he tells you. “I trust you to live in my home. I trust you to tend to my nephew. I give you more grace than any other soul in Oldtown.”

“I am honored by it, my Lord, I would never take it lightly. My aim is only to assist Prince Daeron and bring more honor to the Hightowers.”

Ormund stared down at you as if you were a letter brought from the Red Keep. He studied you, tried to piece together if he believed you. Slowly, he lowered his head closer to yours, dropping his voice down to almost a whisper.

“Then why do my men bring me rumors of my honorable Lady (Y/N) visiting taverns?”

You feel like you have been stabbed with a cold block of ice. Your blood freezes and you feel faint.

The tavern.

You were an idiot. An absolute idiot.

How had you not realized this was caused by going to the tavern?

It had only happened twice. A servant girl from the kitchens had bonded with you, and she invited you out with her to her home for supper.

You told her you should not venture elsewhere. You were an aid to the Prince, and you had no business lingering through all parts of Oldtown.

But she was a friend, and she wanted to show you dancing. And you had loved dancing.

So you went back. One time. You went and danced your heart out and then reminded yourself you could not have any distractions from your position.

You had gone to a place of sin, and now he knew it.

You inhale a shaky breath. His eyes never leave yours. You feel panicked, and put on the spot.

There is a quiver to your words as you try to say, “It will never happen again-”

He slaps you so fast, and so hard, that you hardly have time to process it before he grips the back of your hair, kicks out the back of your knees, and forces you to kneel on the hard, stone floor.

“Pray to the Mother for mercy of your sins.”

“I only went to dance, My Lord,” you cry out. “I did not drink-”

A harsher slap hits your face, stinging worse than the first one.

Imagining King Aemond wanting Ormund’s support in the war, so Aemond offers him his sister’s (you) hand in marriage. Alicent tries to cancel the deal after hearing stories of her cousin’s violence, but Aemond delivers you to Ormund anyway as a punishment for you refusing to help him burn Harrenhal