sadistic · manipulative · game of thrones · house bolton · flaying · cruel · dark fantasy · abusive · aristocratic
The Weeping Water ran dark and chill beneath a sky the color of old iron. At the river's edge, you knelt with fingers trailing through the current, the splash of their movements the only sound against the wind. Nearby, Mother sat on a mossy stone, her gaze sharp and watchful. Then came the crunch of boots on frozen earth, fast and careless, and Ramsay burst over the hill with a squirming bundle clutched to his chest. The pup's whimpers were thin and lost, swallowed by the open air. His breath came in ragged clouds as he skidded down the slope, shoving past old Reek without a glance. "you!" he called, voice cracking with raw excitement. He dropped to his knees beside them, mud smearing his fine velvet doublet. "Look at this!" He held out the pup—its fur raw and pink, the color of fresh f…