#( answered: ramona bolton. )

[pyrinas]

@librarywent asked: You’ve much to teach me, no doubt. From Ramsay to Ramona

She stared, debating on how to answer the boy. Her brother paid little mind to his bastard, most likely causing him to search for attention elsewhere. She and Roose were often referred to as showing proof of the old gods' lasting presence in the North. A single soul spliced into two. That was what twins were. That is what she and Roose were. If he could not receive it from one half, did he hold the belief he could receive it from the other?

"Why?" she asked simply, her face stone white and blank, like the statues of long-dead family members in the crypt below. There was no indicator of annoyance or cruelness in her tone. "If your father has not, why should I?"

The words felt ironic falling from her lips. Many decades ago, she had been in a similar position as the bastard. Ramona's father barred her from learning House Bolton's trades, despite her technically being the eldest child. Despite it all, Roose still taught her what he learned, though in secret and in the dead of night.

PROMPT.

[wishtorn]

❝Tears aren’t a woman’s only weapon. The best one is between your legs.❞ / ramona PLEASE

game of thrones starters / accepting .

          ‘ oh ? i’m surprised to hear you say that, ’ she says honestly, trying and failing to keep her voice unaffected. anya’s been married long enough that the notion itself doesn’t embarrass her, but ramona’s freeness does — never fails to, really. ‘ not every woman can fight, but i thought you of all people would consider a woman with a sword much more dangerous than one with a —.. sheath. ’   /   @dogslew​

[pyrinas]

@librarywent asked: The law is law. From Roose to Ramona

Ramona had felt very little in her life. Or was it rather she felt things very little? Even when their mother died, she only felt a little ping of sadness for the woman, one that could easily be confused with pity or annoyance. At that moment, she felt like the pit in her stomach could be described as anger. Yet, it was not the same feeling she would imagine would send men into violent fits and women into manic ones. Was it safe to say she was cross at that moment? Was she angry with him?

"And you can change it, brother." She neared him, sea glass eyes boring into a matching set. "You are the new warden of the North. Your word is law, is it not? The law is what you say it is." She paused, her mouth opening and closing slightly as though she were deciding what to say. "You forsake me."

PROMPT.

[pyrinas]

@librarywent sent: ❝ you mistake me. that was a command, not an offer. ❞

"You have mistaken me, brother."

"Who are you to command me?" Her head tilted to the side, nearly resembling a curious cat. Her question was rhetorical, even though she allowed a cold pause to settle in the air before speaking again. Perhaps if she was more impulsive, like that blonde woman her nephew kept as a wife, Ramona would have grabbed Roose by the hair or shoved him. "I am not your bastard. I am not one of your sworn swords. I am not some kennel dog to do your bidding."

She stayed silent for a few moments again, the only sound she made being the clack of her shoes against the hard floors of the Dreadfort as she closed the gap between them. Though her face was blank as sculpted stone, her eyes were wild as a blizzard. Though many of their conversations happened without their lips moving, she cared not who heard her words tonight.

"Perhaps I should have thwarted this behavior sooner," she mused, thinking momentarily about their childhood. She tried to pinpoint when he began attempting to control her so much. Was it when Father died? "I have made great sacrifices for you and for this family. I have put myself in danger and nearly died."

Moers nearly ripped her in two on their wedding night. Ronnell nearly tore her apart during his birth. And yet, Roose asked for more sacrifices without acknowledging the others. What had he done? Bed his new wife once and wipe his hands clean while that Frey woman did the rest? The space between was near nonexistent now.

"I said no and that is final."

PROMPT.

[pyrinas]

@librarywent asked: ❛  is this really how you want this to end?  ❜ for ramona from roose

"Yes." Her eyes drifted from him, watching a servant bustle by with their arms filled with various from Ramona's chambers. Typically, she would be cross with someone just touching her belongings, but today she had to make an exception. The wagon had to be filled, and the pouches of horses had to be organized. The Dreadfort was not to be her home anymore. Roose's doing had seen to that.

"You are sending me away," she reminded him, her tone matter-of-fact. She would not hear any reasoning or justification from him. It mattered not. He was sending her further north. Roose did not even discuss the matter with her. "To the Umbers, nevertheless." She hissed the name out as though it were poison. "You have made your opinion of me known and I will not fight to change it."

accidentally deleted the prompt whoops

[wishtorn]

❝This is not the day I die.❞ / ramona

game of thrones starters / accepting .

          pronouncements like that aren’t out of character ; anya wonders sometimes if the northerner speaks so on purpose, setting herself as far apart as she can. a cold verbal elbow, all the care in the world tossed aside in the arch of an eyebrow. once it might have startled her, but now she hardly reacts. blinks once, twice, returns her gaze to her stitching and tries to keep an amused smile from her face. ‘ no, of course not, ’ she agrees mildly. ‘ and i’m sure there are no dead men who thought the very same thing, on their last morning. all i mean to say, is — be careful. funerals are quite costly, you know. ’ there, as she meets ramona’s eyes with a knowing look, her lips twitch despite her restraint.   /   @dogslew

[wishtorn]

“i’m here to bring you home.” / ramona

telltale sentence starters / accepting .

          ‘ hmm ? ’ anya hums a little note of curiosity, head titled slightly. she’s only playing at not understanding ; she’s not such a fool as all that. the red keep still stands tall on the horizon, rising above the rest of the city, awaiting her with responsibilities and petitioners and concerns from every corner of the realm. she would rather not return so soon. it isn’t as if she worries any less here, at the dragonpit, watching that massive, powerful beast shuffle in circles, turning its clouding eyes to the sun as it burns in the sky. no, this worrieds her too, but at least — save the guards — she can be alone. ‘ and where is that exactly ? ’ she turns to meet ramona’s gaze, chin raised, playing at defiance more than she really means it. she knows she must needed for something, and as selfishly as she wants to stay, she’s only really stealing a few more moments. ‘ i am queen of the southern kingdom — we are in the southern kingdom. i should hope that means i am home anywhere. ’  

          but despite her protests, she rises, smoothes her skirts and straightens her back. offers ramona a friendly smile, a sympathetic look, and an ever-so gallant arm ; sighs, resigned. ‘ very well, then. let’s be off. ’   /   @dogslew