#yandere roose bolton

[yanderes-galore]

I'm almost afraid to request him because he's bad enough in canon without being yandere, but... yandere! Roose Bolton (ASOIAF/GOT, I don't mind if you mix book and show canon) romantic concept? I think you'll have fun with this if you want to get really dark >:)

Oml... I may not have finished GOT yet, but I am fully aware that this man and his illegitimate son are horrible. You're mentioned to be a Stark in this for the plot I came up with.

Yandere! Roose Bolton Concept

(FT. Stark! Darling)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Possessive behavior, Controlling behavior, Grotesque descriptions, Blood/Blood drinking, Murder, Violence, Forced marriage, Angst, Sadism, Mature themes, Trauma, Forced relationship.

Ah, yes, Roose Bolton... an opportunistic traitor who has an odd association with blood.

Not only that, but the Bolton house is infamous for what they do to their enemies.

Flaying.

They're known for it to the point of their House banner being a flayed man.

That alone is terrifying and I haven't even made this man a Yandere yet.

Just by what I've said so far, I can confidently say you will be seeing blood.

So much blood.

When it comes to Roose Bolton, I imagine his obsession would be a Stark or any House supporting Robb.

For example, maybe you are one of the oldest Stark children.

You were adamant on following your mother and brother into this war.

You even offered advice to Robb the best you can.

Which occasionally irritated Roose, as Robb would listen to you more than him at times.

You never really trusted Roose.

He was always too quiet and cruel for you, but you held respect for him because he was one of Robb's generals.

You have good reasons to not trust him, honestly.

We don't talk about how Ramsay came to be.

I personally feel a Stark obsession would create the most drama in this situation.

Roose originally doesn't pay you much mind, just another Stark blindly following their family through rebellion.

It's not like he hates you, really.

Robb gets on his nerves at times due to not listening to his advice.

Yet you're a... behaved wolf pup.

You may not enjoy his presence, but at least you listen to orders.

You may not be as cruel as him, yet you try to find a middle ground with your brother.

You've admittedly caught his interest.

Granted... Courting barely exists when it comes to Roose Bolton.

He's a cruel man who cares little for honor.

He just cares for strengthening his House and his own needs.

You're cautious of him, yet still naive.

In that sense, you remind him of your brother.

Your brother, Robb, is too trusting.

Roose noticed this as a rift began to form between them.

He trusts him enough to be his general... but won't listen to Roose's advice.

Roose finds your loyalty to the older wolf amusing.

You think he's going to succeed in his little rebellion.

Roose doesn't feel bad when he speaks with the Lannisters about betraying the Starks.

No, in fact, he has plans for you.

But before then, Roose tries to make a connection with you.

He can practically smell your discomfort when you two speak.

You're a smart wolf, sensing inevitable danger within Roose.

He commends that... A useful and cute trait to have.

Although... Too bad none of your fellow Starks have it.

The Red Wedding is one of your worst days in Roose's obsession... yet it's Roose's best day.

You're the only one spared that night, by Roose's order.

Everyone knows you shouldn't piss off a Bolton, meaning you're left unharmed...

Physically, that is.

The Red Wedding is a night you're forced to watch your mother and brother die.

In fact, you witness Roose stab your brother in the heart, a grin on his face.

You even see a Frey slice your mother's throat.

You're too frightened to scream or cry.

There's so much blood.

The sight is pleasant for Roose's eyes, many know of his love for blood and torture.

You can't find the words to speak....

The blood of your mother, your brother, and so many others covers your clothes and skin...

It covers Roose too, you swore you saw him take a lick or two.

You're only snapped out of it when Roose approaches, ordering those who follow him to tie your wrists in chains.

You're the only survivor of The Red Wedding.

By this point, you're clueless as to why Roose kept you alive.

But you have your ideas.

The Freys find it curious that Roose Bolton kept you alive, a hound leashed like a proper dog.

However, they don't bother pushing your execution.

If Roose wants you as a prize, so be it.

Instead of Lady Walda as his chosen partner... He picks you.

Or maybe, he has Lady Walda as his own for politics... and you for sadistic desire.

It would not surprise me if he simply took two partners.

You despise the idea... but how can you fight?

By the time you're brought to the Dreadfort, you've seen flayed men.

You don't want to end up like them, do you?

Roose makes you his loyal little lap dog.

All other Starks shall die, but you're his hound.

He's taken a liking to you, and while he beds his new wife for heirs, he attends to you for other reasons.

Roose may even tease you, saying you'll go home to Winterfell soon.

Except, Winterfell will be under Bolton rule by then.

Soon you're forced to witness Ramsay Bolton become Lord of Winterfell... While Roose becomes Warden of The North.

What do you get?

To be a dog to Roose.

Roose even seems cruel enough to taunt you once Winterfell is under Bolton rule.

He asks if it feels good to be home.

All the while he rubs your head, petting you like you really are a dog.

Winterfell may have once been your home... but it's been a long time since then.

With Roose Bolton keeping you close, it feels even less like home.

You are not the only Stark forced to listen to the Boltons.

Depending on the media you choose... You'll see either Sansa or "Arya" (Who isn't really Arya).

But since I'm more versed in the show currently, you see Sansa.

You're two Starks stuck in similar troubles.

She's forced to wed Ramsay, while you're meant to entertain Roose.

However... It appears you're better off, based on how Roose treats you compared to Ramsay and Sansa.

Roose is possessive and controlling, often giving you commands to follow.

Since The Red Wedding... It feels like you've been on autopilot.

You keep seeing the deaths of your brother and mother.

Now you're forced to watch Sansa be mistreated by Ramsay.

Meanwhile, Roose makes you sleep in the same bed as him.

His wife refuses to protest, she already knows what a Bolton can do.

It's often an awkward event when you sleep... Roose's wife facing away from Roose as Roose faces you and holds you close.

When his wife isn't around, Roose is biting your flesh until he draws your blood.

He enjoys lapping at the substance, all while you disassociate from the situation.

However, there's times he'll hold you in his lap and display what seems like affection.

You can never tell if it's true.

Is it really even a mercy when Roose is killed by Ramsay?

Now Sansa and you have to deal with Ramsay.

It scares you more when you witness Ramsay kill Roose's wife and child.

Yet another family torn apart by a Bolton in your eyes.

Honestly, when Sansa kills Ramsay, it's only then you feel free.

You only feel free when you hug Sansa close and reunite with your surviving family... The Boltons may be gone now...

But you'll never be the same... You'll always remember what the Boltons did to you and your family.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Yandere Roose Bolton Would Include:

Well, Roose, as a yandere would likely be extremely possessive and obsessive in his feelings towards his love interest. He would be willing to inflict great pain and torment on anyone who he perceived as a threat to his relationship with you, all in the name of love. He would probably be controlling and manipulative and would be likely to be very aggressive and violent when it comes to protecting his relationship. I could see him stalking and monitoring his love interest and possibly resorting to kidnapping or even murder in order to keep you close.

Roose as a yandere would most likely be very jealous and distrustful. He would be prone to angry outbursts and would be very possessive of you, not wanting you to have any relationships with anyone but him. He would also be very controlling and would try to isolate you from friends and family in order to keep you all to himself. He may even become obsessive and overbearing, constantly wanting to know where you are and who you're with at all times.

Another aspect of his yandere nature is his lack of boundaries - he often crosses lines to satisfy his own desires, not caring about the consequences or consent of others. He also tends to be quite manipulative, using emotional tactics to keep his loved one in his grasp.

He also exhibits erratic and unpredictable behavior, going from lovey-dovey to anger outbursts in the blink of an eye. He also has the tendency to use emotional blackmail, threatening to hurt himself or others if his loved one tries to leave him. Overall, he's quite unhinged and dangerous when he's gone full yandere mode.

Roose struggles with paranoia and insecurities that often drive his possessive and protective behaviors. He often fears losing you to someone else, which leads him to try and isolate you from others as much as possible. Despite his protective nature, he can also be quite demanding, expecting you to be completely devoted to only him.

He can be quite possessive of both material objects and memories related to you and will have an obsessive need to control your appearance or actions. He often struggles with maintaining healthy boundaries in the relationship and can be quite demanding when it comes to physical intimacy.

In a biblical sense, he likely views you as his own and expects a lot of devotion and faithfulness towards him. Roose's obsession with his partner would also likely manifest in him seeing you as a part of himself, and feeling like you complete him on a spiritual level. He would intensely crave and seek emotional intimacy and vulnerability with his partner, constantly seeking reassurance and affection.

In public, especially around others, Roose tends to portray a cool and composed demeanor, masking his obsessive and possessive tendencies. He will often act like a loving and caring partner, but beneath the surface, his yandere nature is always lurking. He keeps you close, almost like a treasure that he wants to show off, and even subtly hints at his possession by touching or holding you a little too tightly.

He can be quite generous with rewards to his partner when you have done something worthy of praise or approval. However, these rewards often come with a hint of possessiveness and a demand for loyalty and devotion. He might shower you with gifts, such as jewelry, lingerie, or other tokens of his affection, to remind you that you are his. He might take you on romantic getaways or extravagant dinners to impress and show off his devotion to you. He also can be quite generous with physical affection and praise when you please him.

His punishments can be quite harsh and disproportionate to perceived wrongdoings by you. He resorts to emotional manipulation, gaslighting, or even physical violence if he perceives that you have wronged him. He could become distant and cold, refusing to talk or even acknowledge you, as a form of punishment. He can also be quite controlling, such as monitoring your every move and limiting your interactions with others. Roose also confiscates objects belonging to you, such as your phone or belongings, to show his dominance.

Fighting in a relationship with a yandere like Roose tends to be quite intense and emotionally charged. He tends to have a difficult time accepting criticism or blame for any issues, and can quickly become defensive or aggressive. He can be quite stubborn and uncompromising in his views and opinions, often seeing himself as correct even when he's not. He can also be sensitive and easily hurt, so even minor disagreements can escalate into major conflicts. Roose would not give up easily, often resorting to hurtful and manipulative tactics in an attempt to win the argument and regain control.

He can be quite intense and passionate in his expressions of affection towards you. He can be quite physically affectionate, often seeking to touch and hold you as a way to assert his possession over you. He is also very expressive in his words of love, often showering you with compliments and reassurance. He can be quite clingy at times, often wanting to spend all his time with you.

Dates with Roose as a yandere would likely be quite extravagant and romantic. He would want to impress and show you off, so fancy restaurants, weekend getaways, and other extravagant activities would likely be standard for him. He might also plan dates that are tailored specifically to your interests and preferences, as a way to show that he pays attention to you. However, he would likely have strict rules and expectations for these dates, such as expecting you to be on your best behavior and to give him your complete attention and devotion.

Roose's obsession with you might lead him to extreme lengths to keep you in his life. He might feel compelled to eliminate any perceived threats to the relationship, such as other people who get too close to his partner or anyone who he believes is trying to take you away from him. He may see violence as a way to demonstrate his love and devotion to his partner and to make sure that no one threatens the relationship.

If his darling wanted to break up, Roose's yandere tendencies would likely manifest in extreme and concerning behavior. He might resist the breakup with all his might, trying to manipulate and guilt his darling into staying with him. He might even resort to threats or violence to keep you from leaving, viewing the breakup as a personal attack on him. He would struggle to let go and might become fixated on trying to get his darling back, even if it meant pushing them away further.

He may see any attempt to stop his actions as an attack on him and his relationship with you, leading him to become more defensive and potentially dangerous. His yandere nature might make it difficult for him to see reason and accept help, further fueling his possessive and obsessive behaviors.

Roose's approach to marriage would likely be intense and possessive. He would want to be completely committed to his partner and would demand the same from you. He might see the wedding as an opportunity to publicly declare his ownership and possession of you, using it to further his control and dominance in the relationship. Roose would want the married life to be centered solely on the relationship, with all attention and devotion directed towards him. He might expect his partner to make major sacrifices to prioritize the marriage and be completely devoted to him.

If Roose were to have children with his partner, his possessive and protective tendencies would likely extend to them as well. He would want to oversee every aspect of their lives, constantly monitoring them and making sure they are safe from any harm or influence. He might be highly possessive of their time and attention, not wanting them to have any relationships outside of the family that could potentially take them away from him. Roose would want to be in complete control of raising their children, expecting them to follow his guidance and teachings without question.

If you did not want or could not have children, it would likely create a significant source of tension in the relationship. Roose may see having children as a way to further solidify the bond and create a strong family structure. If his partner is opposed to having kids or cannot have them, it would be a major point of contention in the relationship. He might try to convince or manipulate you into changing your mind or pressure you into having children, as a way to satisfy his own possessive needs.

"You are mine, mine, mine. No one will ever have you. No one will ever love you the way I do, the way you truly need to be loved. You belong to me, and I will never let you go. I will never let anyone else touch you, look at you, or even think about you. You are mine, and I will kill anyone who tries to take you away from me. You are my possession. You are my obsession."

Hogtieing - Tying you up tightly, immobilizing you so you can't move, and then using you however he pleases is incredibly empowering. It's like owning a living, breathing toy.

Body worship - Having someone dedicate themselves entirely to pleasing and serving him physically, lavishing attention on every inch of his body, is an incredible aphrodisiac. It makes him feel invincible and worshipped.

Breeding - The idea of penetrating someone and breeding you with his cum is a major fantasy of his. He wants to fill you up completely, marking you as his.

Forced orgasms/Overstimulation - Giving you an orgasm against your will, whether it's through rough manual stimulation or relentless oral attention, is a real turn-on for him.

Heavy petting - He enjoys lightly beating or slapping your chest, stomach, or thighs with his hands or an object like a paddle or belt. The combination of pain and pleasure drives him wild.

[gulnarsultan]

Targaryen wife reader x Yandere Roose Bolton headcannons part 4

I wrote this request. Here is the link.

https://www.tumblr.com/gulnarsultan/714666719785959424/targaryen-wife-reader-x-yandere-roose-bolton?source=share

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I will write a script. I hope you like it.

You were sitting quietly in front of the makeup mirror. There's been a tradition ever since you and Roose got married. Roose would comb your hair at least once. This activity was like an unwritten agreement. As the door opens, you see through the mirror that your husband comes in.

"I hope I didn't keep my beautiful wife waiting."

"You didn't keep me waiting."

Roose picked up the comb made of Valyrian steel, which he had bought specially for a great deal of money. He slowly started combing my hair. Honestly, if I told anyone else that Roose was this kind, they wouldn't believe me. Lord Bolton's only weakness was his Targaryen wife.

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Imagine

Pairing: Dark Roose Bolton x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

WARNINGS: Threats; Toxic/Abusive Marriage.

Please, reblog and give me feedback.

Why did I write about Roose? I also don't have the answer 💀

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Your husband's hold on your hand stiffens considerably and you’re barely able to hold back a whimper.

“Had I known my wife would be such a shameless whore, I wouldn’t have married you.”

His voice is a whisper, easily drowned by the crowd’s noises but it hits you like a slap.

You didn’t know a simple dance with a noble man would be considered such sin, but judging by your husband’s irked semblant it was.

“I apologize, my lord. It was just a dance and-.”

“Save your apologies for when I deal with you and your disobedient behavior. You have shamed me in front of all these people. The consequences won't be pleasant, I can assure you that.”

[howyouloveyourdragon]

Hello. I saw your wishes are open and I wanted to take my chance. Can you write for Yandere husbands Viserys 1, Aerys 2, Aemon, Daemon Blackfyre, Corlys Velaron, Tywin Lannister, Roose Bolton, Arthur Dayne, Gerold Hightower, Oberyn Martell, Doran Martell, ? Please

thank you for your request anon! i hope you enjoy, i had to split it into two parts so i hope that's okay! i will link this post when part two has finished :) here are Viserys, Tywin, Roose, Oberyn and Doran <3

warnings: yandere content, violence (not against reader)

Viserys I

you are his Queen and greatest love

whatever you desire will be yours no matter the scale

except for otto's head however if you ask for him to administer another hand then he will gladly take your suggestions

whether you are Rhaenyra's mother or marry Viserys after Aemma's passing, his devotion will be unwavering

if you are in Aemma's position then he may be a lot more sound of mind

however if you wed him as his second wife then he will work harder for you to be loved throughout the court

he knows that not everyone will be happy at this union and especially Corlys however he sees the future of Westeros in your hands

depending on how you play your role, you could stop the dance altogether

Viserys knows that his position as King is dangerous and he will selfishly not want to endanger your offspring

if you wish for you firstborn to be King/Queen he may need time to consider it but regardless, Rhaenyra will be his named heir

he will want more children but if you have many difficult pregnancies he will cease his attempts for another heir

he may not be particularly violent but he will have the tongue of anyone disrespecting you as his wife and Queen

he demands you sit with him at important Kingdom meetings

depending on your relationship with his brother, he may name Daemon your sworn protector as he reigns the ruthlessness he himself lacks

overall the least bloodied yandere on this list

Tywin Lannister

like Viserys i don't think he would be particularly bloody but he has that edge that Viserys doesn't have

he may not have bloodied his own hands but that doesn't mean he doesn't make other people do it for him

he never thought that he would smile after Joanna's passing but then he met you and you were just so full of life that it counteracted his own misery–you're his perfect match, he's sure

he first formed an acquaintance-adjacent friendship with you, so long as you helped him, he helped you in return

he wants you to appear equally befitting to one another until he can build a strong enough connection with you to befriend you in a natural setting

Tywin is a manipulative yandere so when as you’re ever-trusting companion whispers horrifying tales about the men who wish to court you, it is no surprise that you believe him

he is experienced in the world of men, knowing everything that you don’t and assures you that he knows what’s best for you and eventually what’s best for you is him according to himself 

you have horrible taste in men apparently so he only wants to protect you of course, don’t you believe him? 

he will spare no expense at the wedding, lulling you into the safety of him, you will never suffer he reminds you down the aisle 

he will not care whether you befriend his children or not nor if you bare him another heir 

children are of little necessity now 

he believes his purpose now is to make you happy and proud to bare his name 

surprisingly he is quite lenient on your freedoms compared to the other yanderes but don’t be fooled, he is a very controlling man and he will see his way to the end whether you intend to help him or not 

your family will become his family but only until they lose their use 

in the beginning he will be ever attentive and dote on you but as the years pass and you have successfully become his he will lose interest in your family, only continuing to visit them for appearances 

however his interest in you will not change and anything you want he will gift to you no matter how large, expensive jewellery, clothes or simply his time will never die in supply 

Roose Bolton

his blood created one of the most brutal and sadistic characters so i think it's safe to say he has the potential to be just as bad

he has already shown himself to be cruel in his desires and need for control/power namely as he once raped a miller's wife in the same place where he hanged the miller for not asking for his approval of their marriage, she birthed a bastard which turned out to be Ramsay

his methods toward you are probably depending on your house, if you are prosperous he will likely take your maidenhood to secure your hand and if you are a lowborn house he will simply whisk you away pretending that you came of your own volition and not because he kidnapped you

your wedding will not be lavish as he is more practical on that side of things but he will try and make you like him

you are locked away for most of the time but on the few times you are allowed out, he takes it upon himself to accompany you, he will ensure your meals are shared together and he frequently requests your personal servants to tell him anything you let slip even if frivolous

mysterious gifts might appear in your chambers but he will never own up to them just smirk slowly when you smile or state any approval

he will demand an heir of you even if it takes half his lifespan

if you do not have any children he will lock you in your chambers where food is brought to you by servants that conveniently lack tongues, he will remarry but keep you as his treat, in this scenario you become a distant memory to the people that once knew you

if you do have a child, he will leave the majority of childcare and affection to you but it will surprise him if your child resembles you both equally

it will both him if it favours you more than him but so long as you bare him as many heirs possible it will keep him happy enough to allow you more privileges

this will all go to hell if you try to escape him even once so play your cards wisely, he is merciless and unforgiving

restricts almost all letters from your family and would deny any visitation, you only need him and your children

however he will become more fond of them as they age and especially if they become yandere for you as much as he is, they are not his competition but instead his allies

Oberyn Martell

if other suitors are interested in you then he will gladly fight for your hand and delight in the bloodshed for it is proof of his devotion to you

before this he has probably taken you as his paramour and so that prompts the union he desires to keep you in his clutches

Oberyn is fiercely protective but will not worry mindlessly for you, he will teach you ways to defend yourself until your hands bleed from the grip on your gifted sword

we know how he avenges the ones he loves, you would be no different

he's very lenient on allowing you your own lovers with or without him present but you will have to partake in your activities in your shared chambers and he will have nothing less

he doesn't want you to forget him and all he can give you

he is confident in himself enough to meet them and perhaps befriend them as he would like for you to befriend his paramour Ellaria

he will draw bloodshed if anyone so much as implies a slight towards you

he is deadly, dangerous, unpredictable in the words of his own brother, if you escape he cannot guarantee that you will return entirely unharmed

children are not a priority as he has fathered many bastards and love them as if legitimate, any children you share will not be treated any differently than his others but he would like them especially to see the most beautiful parts of the both of you moulded to create your perfect blend

seeing his children and his paramour interact with you will be something he enjoys especially if you bond a polyamorous relationship with his lovers

however if a lover speaks badly of you he will discard them or kill them based on this slight

once one of his partners hinted a desire to rid you of him so they could wed

the same night Oberyn cut out their tongue and slit their throat before his others in case any shared these same ideas

he will not tolerate jealousy even if it is your own but he will not hurt you for it

he will not stop partaking in other lovers but he will make sure you do not have to see or hear of them often

Doran Martell

Doran is a subtle man so I think he would be a subtle yandere

he has thought out every possible end to every possible interaction with you and he intends to pick the best outcome in this case–you falling in love with him but he is no fool, he knows love matches are very uncommon

nonetheless he will begin slowly gifting you necessities and luxuries until you are almost entirely dependent of him and he can successfully talk you into marriage and thinking that you are the one being honoured with such a suitable match

similarly to Tywin, he can be very crafty and he never lets his guard down in front of you

your wedding will be beautiful enough for your family and yourself but he also aims to show you off, he is proud to have caught you

he fears that you would suffer in your labours and pregnancy as his mother did and will hold off on any pregnancy until he has the best maestors inspect you before, during and after any pregnancies you may have

if you are willing to his affections then the whole ordeal will be much easier however he does not display his love and obsession for you openly, Doran hates anyone seeing any weakness on his part and you are the main attraction of that

he does not hold you in captivity but he does make sure someone is watching you at all times even if it is not often himself

any children that come from your marriage will become the prime source of his attention, he swore protection on all of you and intends to keep it

[darkestspring]

Yandere Roose met his beloved wife at the tournament. After the tournament, Roose somehow convinces the reader's family. The beloved wife is from a noble family. Reader, gives birth to three healthy sons and two daughters. The last child born to the beloved wife is Ramsay. Since infancy, Ramsay has fought for his mother's attention, attention, and love. He does not want to share his mother with his other siblings and father. Moreover, when Roose wants to harm Ramsa, the reader is ready to be his shield. Roose has to stop because he doesn't want to hurt his beloved wife. Other children also inherit Roose's yandere tendencies. Do you think Ramsay would have tried to kill his other brothers and his father? Is there any chance that Ramsay will become a more normal person thanks to his mother? How do you think Ramsay would react if his mother got pregnant again? If only she had a little sister.

Ramsay's tendencies would actually increase by 100 when it comes to you. Seeing you defend him and feeling your love just makes it worse that if someone takes your attention away from him, he might go as far as to kill them.

He's so jealous of his father and siblings, he wants your attention on him all the time. He eats to be your only baby.

[sugarprincessbitch]

Yandere Ramsay Bolton x Half-Sister! Reader

Warning ⚠️ Incest/R*pe

You are the second child of Roose Bolton and Bethany Ryswell, The little sister of Domeric.

The relationship between you and your brother is a close one, with your mother too because of you being her only girl and also your passive nature was a great company for her sweet one.

Your father was absent through out your childhood, him believing that your mother and the septas were enough to raise you didn't help with the situation.

He paid more attention to your brother because of him being the heir and all, but beside of that, he wasn't very affectionate with him too.

The two of you met during one of Domeric's visits to his mother will mill, it took a lot of convincing from your brother to take you there to visit your suppose "bastard brother", you weren't very fond of the idea of going against your father back, you were very scared of him.

When Ramsay first saw you he didn't felt resentment or was annoyed by you, like he surely felt about your brother. No, he was mesmerized by you, and curious about the beautiful girl that Domeric claims to be his new sister.

In the other hand, Ramsay deeply disturbed you. The way he look at you with those colorless eyes appear hungry with something at the time you didn't know.

As the days passed and the visits became more frequent (you weren't always present in all visits, you couldn't be always there because of your embroidery classes with the septa), the looks turn into physical advances, like invading your personal space.

Also, Ramsay would touch you when your brother wasn't looking, you didn't stop him at first believing they were innocent and without malicious intentions.

When your father found about where you were going with your brother he strongly reprimanded the two of you, specially you, because a lady from a noble house doesn't do such things.

Knowing that his son would continue to visit Ramsay anyway he couldn't stop him, but instead prohibited him to take you with him. From that day on you didn't visit Ramsay anymore.

Each passing day you were not there to visit him, he grew more and more annoyed. The explanation from his brother about your whereabouts didn't calm him down a bit, instead he become angry.

He wanted to be with you, not with the pitiful thing you call your brother. That's was the reason to pressure Domeric in taking him to the castle, in were he could pester you all day long as he pleases.

In the weeks your brother brought him against your mother and father pleadings, he died from an "illness", but everyone knew Ramsay poison him out of jealousy.

Destroy by your brother and mother sudden passing (she took her life out of grief days after Domeric died) you found solace in Ramsay, for his gratification.

He was the only one that open his arms for you instead of ignoring you like your father did. That is were he became more and more possessive with you, isolating you from everyone, specially any man that wasn't him (if one of them were that stupid to come near you, the next day a new body was found unrecognizable near the forest).

Everything became worse when he was legitimized by the king. That is when his touches became more than the affection a brother and sister show.

Scared by his threats of what he would do to you if you denied him, you let him kiss you and touch your chest or back as he pleases against your modesty as a lady.

One night he entered your chambers and tried to force you into something more, alarmed you forced your way out and ran to your father's study. He slap you after hearing your accusations, telling you to never say such things to anyone.

That same night was the one where your life as you knew ended, Ramsay rape you as a form of punishment of conspiring against him and told you that he was going to take great care of the bastard he will put in your belly.

Months after, your father was killed by him. Now everything was his, even you, no one could stop to get what he wanted.

For his joy, the baby you had with him was a boy, your little Claude.

[alannybunnue]

Hey! Do you write for the Bolton's? If you do; ¿what do you think of Wife reader x Yandere Roose Bolton and Stepmom reader x Yandere platonic Ramsay? She is the mother of domeric and maybe for something she found about child Ramsay and how his father ( roose) ignore his existence so she decides to take him home and raise him as her child against the wishes of her husband. ¿How would things to play out for Ramsay? Because I think this will change a lot of things

Yes

I hate the Boltons in everyway, but yes.

I have the scenario in my mind of how it begins. We can continue developing this later.

->

"You will do no such thing"

You hear your husband not too far as you got on your horse to leave to the mill. The news of your husband's bastard tormented you enough.

Before you could leave, he stopped you for second - "Don't do this" - he said, even though he knew you wouldn't listen, just like in the day that your marriage to him was announced, you were stubborn.

You ran away.

Soon enough, you found yourself in the one place you never thought you would go, nor thought you would come for these circumstances.

The poor woman opens the door for you, she seemed shocked, with all reasons of course. Once inside, you immediately went to look for the child, stating your words clearly.

"I won't let Roose get away with this, you were put in this by his stupidity, you didn't deserve this." - as you find the baby, who at least 2 years younger then your son, Domeric, you pick him up to leave - "You will continue receiving money and supplies, but the child will be in my care."

The woman couldn't believe what was happening, but didn't stop you from taking the babe away.

Once you arrived at the Dreadfort, you didn't spare to look at Roose who waited for your return. While he almost begged you to return the child and leave it be, you only paid attention to the little one in your arms.

Soon you saw your own son, Domeric, as you knelt before him to show the babe.

"Dear, this is your little brother, Ramsay Bolton"

->

Now to how all of this dinamic works.

The reader in this is stubborn and that's exactly what made Roose fall for her, there are other reasons of course, but this is the main reason.

But after she took Ramsay as her son, their relationship deteriorated a bit on her side, because she feels humiliated by her husband's affair, not by raising a child that is not hers.

So...Ramsay will not grow with the frustration of being a bastard, but probably with the frustration of the second son.

So i don't think his personality will change much. He is a menace, but only when you are not around. Because when you are, he likes to act like the obedient poor younger son, clinging onto you for attention.

Roose and Domeric realized his scheme too soon and they almost hate him for it.

Also, Ramsay likes to pick on Domeric a lot.

[francis-writes]

I mean we are on the same book but different page, i love bear type strong bloody men too but- on their knees, begging and whining lol I like strong and cunning men and i like to break them and dominate them, that is why i like ramsay, he has potential for both! Haha

And myranda thing is what i exactly wanna do while i was watching the show, and i am also reading the books now too! That is why i like the idea he being with someone a personality like roose but actually kinda affectionate with him, kinda like how roose grew fond of fat walda but a liiitle bit more loving, and i like to think that ramsay would be like a yandere workshipper with this type of person like "do whatever you want with me as long as you say you love me" type of way

Oh yeah, i was recently doing "let me assign you an affection language" uquiz and my bf got this result:

And i was like wow, that's ramsay. Especially "and what if they choose to walk away? Didn't i say that it was violent devotion?" part.

Yeah, I like seeing him as obsessive yandere. He may not be very affectionate but when he enjoys someone he goes from 0 to 100 very quickly, no middle ground. It kinda reminds me when I read somewhere that making Theon into Reek wasn't just a matter of sadism. OG Reek was Ramsay's main companion during growing up and probably the closest thing that Ramsay had to a friend. And in theory, after he sent OG Reek to die for him, Ramsay was "lol, i don't give a shit" but actually he missed having someone to accompany him and make him less alone, and that's why he gave Theon the name of his old servant, he of course wanted to broke and torment him, but he also wanted to remade him into a companion, only for Ramsay. (In theory he also had Bastard's Boys but maybe they weren't so close to him, especially that they after all spied for Roose. Meanwhile Ramsay wanted someone close, someone who would belong only to him, his twisted definition of a friend).

Btw, I don't know if somebody else wrote about it, but i mainly remember this headcanon from @a-libra-writes post, that when Ramsay was little, he was desperate for his mother's attention, any kind, so sometimes he used to get in trouble just to get punished by her. But he didn't mind, he mainly yearned for attention and being noticed and it wasn't important whether that attention is positive or negative. And that when he grows up, he is the same in relationship, clingy and needy for attention. He sometimes specially annoys his partner, to have they yell at him. And he's satisfied as long as they notice him. Anyway, i fully believe in that headcanon.

Sorry if you have enough of my spam lol if you want, just tell me to write less and calm down.

Also i love how i am more engaged in it than in works for university, I almost feel like citing scholars on controversial scientific debate "Ramsay Bolton as sadistic yandere and touch starved switch"

[anxiousnerdwritings]

In your opinion for yan! Got/asoiaf who's the most manipulative yandere? Least manipulative?

Some of the characters really depend on the situation and the overall relationship with their darling but so far this is what I could think of.

Most Manipulative:

Euron Greyjoy

Tywin Lannister

Brynden Rivers/Bloodraven

Shiera Seastar

Daemon Targaryen

Daemon Blackfyre

Aegon V Targaryen

Cersei Lannister

Visenya Targaryen

Olenna Redwyne

Margaery Tyrell

Robb Stark

Sansa Stark

Catelyn Tully/Stark

Lysa Tully/Arryn

Tyrion Lannister

Arianne Martell

Oberon Martell

Daenerys Targaryen

Roose Bolton

Ramsay Bolton

Joffrey Baratheon

Renly Baratheon

Maegor Targaryen

Aerion ‘Brightflame’ Targaryen

Rhaegar Targaryen

Aerys ’Mad King’ Targaryen

Lyanna Stark

Brandon Stark

Melisandre

Varys

Petyr ‘Littlefinger’ Baelish

Yigritte

Bran Stark

Arya Stark

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Jaime Lannister

Aemond ‘One Eye’ Targaryen

Robert Baratheon

Mance Rayder

Val

Theon Greyjoy

Reek!Theon Greyjoy?

Yara/Asha Greyjoy

Aemon ‘Dragonknight’ Targaryen

Gerold Dayne/Darkstar

Larys Strong

Corlys Velaryon

Jaqen H’ghar

Alicent Hightower

Criston Cole

Least Manipulative:

Podrick Payne

Brienne of Tarth

Rhaella Targaryen

Sandor Clegane

Jon Snow

Samwell Tarly

Tommen Baratheon

Myrcella Baratheon

Loras Tyrell

Rhaenys Targaryen

Alysanne Targaryen

Jaehaerys Targaryen

Shireen Baratheon

Ned Stark

Edric Dayne

Arthur Dayne

Elia Martell

Doran Martell

Benjen Stark

Helaena Targaryen

Aegon ‘The Conqueror’ Targaryen

Bronn

Aegor Rivers/Bittersteel

Brynden Tully

Missandei

Victarion Greyjoy

Willas Tyrell

Garlan Tyrell

Harwin Strong

Duncan the Tall

Daeron ‘The Good’ Targaryen

Robert Arryn/Sweetrobin

[missglaskin]

Basically what I will do is do them by the orders of the most demanded to the least

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere! A Song of Ice and Fire Masterlist

(Includes shows and books)

Multiple Characters

Yandere! Aemond Targaryen vs Lucerys Velaryon (Romantic - Rivalry) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Yandere! Romantic Jacaerys + Platonic! Lucerys Prompts 9 + 24 (Romantic - Jace/Platonic - Luke) [FEMALE]

Yandere! Platonic! Corlys Velaryon vs Viserys I Targaryen (Platonic - Rivalry -> Sharing) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Yandere! Brynden Rivers vs Aegor Rivers (Romantic - Rivalry) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Yandere! Rhaenyra vs Aegon II (Romantic/Platonic - Rivalry) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Yandere! Daemon + Rhaenyra Sharing a Maid! Darling (Romantic - Sharing/Rivalry) [FEMALE]

Aegon I Targaryen

Yandere! Aemond Targaryen vs Aegon II Targaryen with Maid! Darling (Romantic - Rivalry) [FEMALE]

Yandere! Platonic! Team Green Extended Thoughts (Platonic) [FEMALE]

Yandere! Aegon I Targaryen Concept (The Conqueror - FT. Rhaenys + Visenya) (Romantic - Some Sharing) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Maegor Targaryen

Yandere! Maegor Targaryen Concept (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Yandere! Maegor Targaryen Extended Thoughts (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Jaehaerys I Targaryen

Yandere! Jaehaerys I Targaryen Concept (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Rhaenys Targaryen/Velaryon

Yandere! Platonic! Rhaenys Targaryen Prompts 3, 32, 15 (Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Yandere! Platonic! Rhaenys Targaryen/Velaryon Concept (Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Yandere! Rhaenys Targaryen/Velaryon with Dragon Rider! Darling (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Daemon Targaryen

Yandere! Daemon Targaryen Prompts 2, 13, 44 (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Yandere! Daemon Targaryen Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Yandere! Rhaenyra Targaryen with Darling who sides with her (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Yandere! Rhaenyra Targaryen Concept (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Yandere Rhaenyra Targaryen Prompts 7 + 10 (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Aegon II Targaryen

Baptism By Fire - Yandere! Aegon II Targaryen Short (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Yandere! Aegon II Targaryen Concept (Platonic -> Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Yandere Aegon II Targaryen Prompts 9, 15, 20 (Version A) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Yandere Aegon II Targaryen Prompts 9, 15, 20 (Version B) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Yandere! Platonic! Aegon II with Daughter! Darling (FT. Helaena + Aemond - Aftermath of Blood + Cheese) (Platonic) [FEMALE]

Helaena Targaryen

Yandere! Platonic! Helaena Targaryen Prompts 3, 12, 79 (Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Aemond Targaryen

Yandere! Aemond Targaryen Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Yandere! Aemond Targaryen Prompts 14, 19, 21 (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Yandere! Aemond Targaryen with Rhaenyra's Daughter! Darling (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Otto Hightower

Yandere Alphabet - Otto Hightower (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Alicent Hightower

Yandere! Alicent Hightower with Handmaid! Darling (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Yandere! Alicent Hightower Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Ser Criston Cole

Yandere! Ser Criston Cole Prompts 2, 8, 16 (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Yandere! Ser Criston Cole Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Cersei Lannister

Yandere! Cersei Lannister Prompts 19, 12, 16 (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Yandere! Cersei Lannister Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Jaqen H'ghar

Yandere! Jaqen H'ghar Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Sansa Stark

Yandere! Sansa Concept (Focuses more on Show! Sansa) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Arya Stark

Yandere! Arya Stark Prompts H-1, 45, 13 (Platonic/Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Melisandre

Yandere! Melisandre Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Yandere! Melisandre with Mage! Darling (Romantic/Dubious) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Roose Bolton

Yandere! Roose Bolton Concept (FT. Stark! Darling) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Would Include:

Mystic Messenger

Poly-Dating Seven and Yoosung

Poly-Dating Jumin and Jaehee

Obey me! Shall we date?

Poly-Dating Lord Diavolo and Lucifer

Poly-Dating Lord Diavolo and Mammon

Poly-Dating Leviathan and Barbatos

Poly-Dating Beelzebub and Simeon

Dating Solomon

Dating Simeon

Dating Mammon

Dating Lucifer

Dating Leviathan

Dating Satan

Dating Beelzebub

Dating Asmodeus

Barbie

Dating Weird Barbie

My Hero Academia 

Dating Izuku Midoriya

Dating Yandere Bakugo Katsuki

Dating All Might

Wednesday

Dating Yandere Enid Sinclair

Dating Enid Sinclair and Best Friends with Enid Sinclair

Best Friends with Wednesday Addams and Dating Yandere Wednesday Addams

Dating Tyler Galpin

Dating Xavier Thorpe

Stranger Things

Dating Robin Buckley

Dating Steve Harrington

Dating Yandere Steve Harrington

Dating Eddie Munson

Bridgerton

Dating Yandere Anthony Bridgeton

Dating Yandere Benedict Bridgerton

Marvel

Dating Peter Parker

Dating Yandere Brother Day

Dating Yandere Logan Howlett

Peaky Blinders

Dating Arthur Shelby

Dating Yandere Thomas Shelby

Dating Yandere Alfie Solomons

Dating Bonnie Gold

Dating Yandere John Shelby

Vikings

Dating Halfdan

Dating Yandere Ragnar Lothbrok

Dating Bjorn Ironside

Dating Ubbe

Dating Hvitserk

Dating Sigurd

Dc

Deathstroke Dating An Easy-Going S/o

Dating Bane

Dating Yandere Jason Todd

Dating Yandere Tim Drake

Dating Yandere Erik Lensherr

Dating Yandere Superman

Dating Yandere Spawn

Yandere Al Simmons Having A Crush and Al Simmons With A Crush

Poly-Dating Poison Ivy And Harley Quinn

Yandere Harley Quinn With Hero Darling

Dating Wonder Woman

Dating Yandere Bi Han

Dating Yandere Kuai Liang

Dating Yandere Hanzo Hasashi

House of the dragon/ Game of thrones

Poly-Dating Rhaenyra and Alicent

Poly-Dating Sugar Mommy And Daddy Rhaenyra And Daemon

Poly-Dating Jacaerys and Lucerys

Poly-Dating Jacaerys and Cregan

Dating Jacaerys Velaryon

Dating Yandere Benjicot Blackwood

Dating Yandere Duncan Targaryen

Dating Yandere Jacaerys Velaryon

Dating Yandere Daemon Targaryen

Dating Daemon Targaryen

Dating Harwin Strong

Dating Yandere Criston Cole

Dating Yandere Cregan Stark

Dating Cregan Stark

Dating Yandere Alicent Hightower

Dating Yandere Aegon Targaryen

Dating Yandere Aemon Targaryen

Dating Yandere Ramsay Bolton

Dating Yandere Brynden Rivers

Dating Yandere Maekar Targaryen

Dating Tyland Lannister

Dating Yandere Jon Snow

Dating Yandere Robb Stark

Dating Yandere Aerion Targaryen

Dating Yandere Aegon The Conquerer

Dating Aegon Targaryen

Dating Yandere Aemond Targaryen

Yandere Aemond Who’s Obsessed With His Maid

Dating Yandere Rhaegar Targaryen

Dating Yandere Baelon Targaryen 

Best Friends with Helena Targaryen

Dating Yandere Rickard Stark

Dating Yandere Domeric Bolton

Dating Yandere Brynden Rivers

Dating Yandere Roose Bolton

Dating Yandere Arryk Cargyll

Dating Yandere Erryk Cargyll

NHL

Dating Cole Caulfield

Dating Jamie Drysdale

Dating Jack Hughes

Dating Nico Hischier

Other

Dating Yandere Mick Taylor

Being Married To Yandere Eric Newlon

Dating Yandere Fire Lord Ozai

Dating Yandere Clyde Shelton

Dating Yandere Dark Mario

Dating Yandere Cat King

Dating Yandere Archie Hicox

Dating Yandere Deucalion

Dating Yandere Hans Landa

Dating Yandere Dieter Hellstrom

Dating Yandere Jeepers Creepers

Dating Yandere Trager

Dating Yandere Husk

Dating Yandere Klaus Jager

[gulnarsultan]

Tywin Lannister and Roose Bolton are obsessed with you.

[houseofyanderes]

                            CHARACTER LIST/RULES

WHAT I’LL WRITE: 

nsfw and sfw

any (insert race/ethnicity/particular thing) for reader

any gender pronouns/identity

that wonderful polyamory stuff

yandere/darker material 

WHAT I WON’T WRITE:

pedophilia

rape

scat/watersport/spitting

character match-ups

HOTD CHARACTERS:

alicent hightower

daemon targaryen

aemond targaryen

rhaenyra targaryen

+ feel free to request new characters but be patient because i have to get a feel for them first | also be nice if i outright say no

GOT CHARACTERS: 

tyrion lannister

daenerys targaryen

jon snow

jamie lannister

the hound

petyr baelish

cersei lannister

robb stark

+ feel free to request new characters but be patient because i have to get a feel for them first | also be nice if i outright say no

I DO NOT WRITE FOR:

lucerys velaryon

jacaerys velaryon

aegon II targaryen

otto hightower

viserys I targaryen

roose bolton

ramsay bolton

theon greyjoy

tywin lannister

+ please don't ask for these characters or make me say why i'm saying no to these characters, no is a full sentence :)

i do headcanons, drabbles and scenarios. specify which you’d like when you send your request or i’ll wind up picking for you. for headcanons you can request up to FOUR characters per ask. you can, of course, send the same request for a different character.  vague requests are EXTREMELY LOW priority and i probably won’t answer/write them at all  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (example: aemond targaryen x gender neutral reader). more detailed requests encouraged (example: jon snow x reader and how they make up after a fight) my name is BEE, 25, black, she/her, and i'm crazy enough to want to have a fun/peaceful time writing house of the dragon and game of thrones imagines. please pray for me as i enter THE discourse fandoms of the eon.

[cdragons]

Like the Wave, She Broke; But Like the Sea, She Persevered

Chapter 2: You are my Best Friend, the Family I Chose, the Home I Found

Previous Chapter, Next Chapter

A Robb Stark X Yi Tish Reader/OC Story

Author's Note: The Reader/OC will be mentioned but not written in this chapter, but she will make an appearance in the next one. I do not own Game of Thrones or ASOIAF or any of GRRM works. But please no hate, but please comment, like, or reblog if you liked reading this story and want me to continue! Also the OC's name and her pet's name are not in Mandarin but in Romanization because the characters in this chapter are thinking in English.

Also many thanks and love to @valeskafics as my beta! Check out her work if you don't follow her already, she's amazing!

Warnings: sexual content, sexual abuse, mentions of SA and r*pe but no descriptions, violence and violent themes, depression, suicidal actions, mentions of PTSD & survivor's guilt, offensive and racist terms, GOT canonical misogyny & sexism, angst (so much angst), and dark/yandere attitudes.

Previously in “Like the Wave, She Broke; But Like the Sea, She Persevered”:

“A place where she would meet another Greyjoy, but a different Greyjoy, a better one. A Greyjoy whose blood was Ironborn, but his heart would be northern. A northern boy whose blood carried the salt of the sea, but whose heart and soul were strengthened and bathed by the snow, the trees, and the winds of northern land. A boy who she distrusted before slowly and surely becoming her found brother, and she becoming his found sister.”

Theon’s POV:

Theon Greyjoy was somewhat of an enigma to most people, and to himself if he dared to be honest. He was known as Robb Stark’s best friend and brother, but Gods Old and New help him if he forgot that he was young Lord’s, no sorry, the young King’s inferior. He was the rakish and obnoxious ward graciously taken in by the honorable Eddard Stark, late Lord of Winterfell and House Stark, Warden of the North. But the term “ward” doesn’t hide the fact that he was their captive, their hostage. A hostage who at the age of ten, was robbed from his family, his culture, his home, after witnessing hundreds of Iron Island sailors and civilians being completely annihilated, just to be plopped down in the middle of a frozen mainland where no one likes him. Ned Stark may never have beaten him, but that didn’t mean the fact that he could with full jurisdiction send Theon to the gallows with a single word, and no one would bat an eye. He was supposed to an Ironborn, except he wasn’t, not since he lived amongst mainlanders for the past decade. He wasn’t a Northerner and couldn’t be a Stark, and he certainly wasn’t an Ironborn and he despised being a Greyjoy. He wished he wasn’t one the moment he stepped foot on the mainland, since he was brought to Winterfell, since he felt the gaze Lady Catelyn Stark’s cold and righteous eyes. But by the Drowned Man, he never hated his family name so much until he knew you.

Oh gods, you. He couldn’t help the sheer pride and love in his smile thinking about you, even in his sorry state. Because despite how his body still healing from the wounds brought by the ambushed arrows, the pure elation and shock from you storming the shit-stained Frey keep with five-thousand men (if he wasn’t so fucking plastered, he would’ve cried) and saving Robb and most of their asses, with minimal losses of only 157 men 158 if you include Talisa. You had even managed to subdue both Roose Bolton and Walder Frey before dragging their asses to the prison cells, along with the rest of their traitorous kin. However, there wasn’t time to celebrate their (really your) victory as you immediately put everyone to work. For someone who worked in the shadows, you looked so natural in organizing the camp to sections reserved for healing those who survived, and preparing the burials for those whose lives were lost. After that, you rushed every lord whose mind was just lucid enough in the largest empty tent. You insisted that finding whoever assisted the Frey’s in this ordeal, as Walder Frey may have been a vile greedy cunt, he wasn’t a tactical mastermind. And while Roose Bolton was an apathetic amoral sociopath, he could never possess the imagination for something so grand scale. After countless sleepless hours, the pieces were all put together, and ice that froze every lord’s blood in learning that this was a premeditated trap engineered by one fucking Lord Tywin Lannister of Casterly Rock. The chaos and fury that followed was a sight to be memorized and passed on for years to come, any lost morale before that moment came back by a thousandfold strong. The southern snakes had really done it now, even if the plan had worked, the North would only drawback until they could strike once more. If there was one thing about the North that would always remain true, it was the fact that the North and its men never forget, especially an act as sacrilegious as what they now call the “Red Wedding”.

Every lord was shouting and screaming out blame, whether it be the execution of Lord Karstark, the release of the Kingslayer, the broken oath to the Frey’s, and on and on did they go. They didn’t stop until Lord Umber blamed on Theon for his father’s invasion to the North (despite that 1) he didn’t even know about the bloody invasion, and 2) he never left the fucking camp), and the usually mild-tempered Daiyu leapt on the table and knocked the Greatjon Umber on his great ass in retaliation. The sight of you in command will never leave him, not even when he had forgotten his own name and was too feeble to wipe his own ass. Even in your most irritable state, you dared not publicly showcase your emotions. But everything from the cold fury in your eyes to the raw determination in your spine, was enough to freeze a dragon’s fire. By reminding everyone while nothing can change the past, this event only further proves how there is no limit to the Lannister’s teachery, and that it was imperative to secure the North’s independence from the Southern leeches. You then told them of how you learned of the plan through a deal with a stranger wearing a red tunic and grey cloak, and that if they managed to survive the treachery, they were to immediately send word to Dragonstone.

“Dragonstone,” shouted out Lord after Daiyu grew bored of him and was now contently purring against Theon’s legs as he stood by you, “why in the seven hells would we send word to Dragonstone? So that we can get pissed over by Stannis Baratheon? How do we know you didn’t just make up the deal so that we could bend the knee to Stannis, or perhaps you’ve been working for the Lannister’s with the Boltons and Frey’s? Well? Answer me you chink-”.

Theon drew out his sword the second before he could finish, “You take those words back and beg for my sister’s forgiveness right now before I cut your tongue out and feed it to my falcon, you rancid shit.” Theon could allow disrespect against him, he grown used to it after all; but he would be flayed, eaten by hounds, and broken to a shell of a man before he allowed anyone to utter a word of disrespect to you, let alone that word. Each of the bannerman’s eyes shifted between the men, as most knew better than insult the mysterious spy from the far orient in the presence of the young Kraken. If Theon was not with their king, he was by his sister’s side, arm over her shoulders and her head on his, more often in silence as words were never needed in order to take comfort in one another.

And the girl was no different in her devotion to her brother, as her protection over him was as ruthless as it was creative. More than once had there been instances of soldiers throughout the camp making claims ranging from mad visions in their sleep to horses stampeding them throughout the woods to those who spoke ill of the Stark’s ward. The bannerman would have demanded their king to call for her head hadn’t her punishments been more amusing than irritating. Not that it would have worked, if there was only one thing the two young men had in common, it was the devout protection they showered the stoic spy. Even when the young king broke his oath to the Frey’s to marry his pretty foreign healer, did he remain true in his defense if anything it only grew. Such was the case with his own direwolf, who although remains steadfast in guarding his currently comatose companion, adored the Yi Tish girl far more than the now late queen if they were honest, as he was often seen being petted and fed scraps by her and even playing with her shadowcat. However, they just reasoned it was due to being acquainted with one another since the pup’s arrival at Winterfell shows what they know.

You placed a hand on your brother’s wrist, stopping any further action on his part towards Lord Umber. Theon’s eyes immediately darted down to your hand, and then looked at you. To an outsider, the act would look no different than a scolding to a child; however, those who had watched the two grow together, like one Lady Catelyn Stark, recognized the interaction to be one of the many of silent conversations between the two of you. Her eyes darting down to her late husband’s ward’s wrist, eyeing the rather poorly made charm bracelet you had gifted him for his name day so many years ago. Being a ward to one of the seven great houses, Theon was gifted many precious things, from expertly made blades to fine cloaks; but that little…thing was the item he treasured more than life itself, that and his loyal falcon, Ari. A falcon abandoned by its mother, was found by Theon and was assisted in healing the poor creature by none other than you.

A moment passed, and another had gone by, followed by a few more before Theon reluctantly lowered his arm and sheathed his sword. You turned your gaze to Greatjon once more, hand still holding on your brother’s wrist, before speaking in a loud and clear manner, “I will graciously ignore you accusing that I would ever betray House Stark, even going so far to suggest that I would ever switch loyalties to a southern house I had never cared, but may I first ask you what is the purpose of the North’s campaign to the South?”

“Pah! Aye, I can tell you, to march down to King’s Landing and swing our steel at enough of their piss-haired inbred to free the North-,” Greatjon was interrupted by the slamming of your fist to the table.

“WRONG!” You exclaimed, “Our goal from the beginning, our true purpose was to free our Lord Eddard Stark and his daughters from King’s Landing, and upon his death, we swore to avenge him and rescue his children! Have you forgotten my lords, forgotten Ned Stark, late Lord of Winterfell, the man you swore fealty to when you bent the knee to his house? Now we stand, fighting in a war, leagues from our North, miles from King’s Landing, from his daughter who he loved and cherished so dearly that he confessed to crimes he did not commit in attempt to save her from the lion’s den? Does Ned Stark stand here, does his daughter Lady Sansa? In fighting for the North’s freedom, we had forgotten our first goal, our true purpose! To avenge the blood of House Stark, to fight and protect their children! And as a result, the Gods have punished us for forgetting that purpose to the state we see ourselves in now. We have lost our greatest bargaining chip, half our men in taking Lord Karstark’s head, and now with greater losses in numbers with the betrayal from both House Frey and House Bolton. We may have regained one wolf, but such a miracle cannot be claimed by us as it had been Ser Sandor who brought her home.” Your words brought the attention of Sandor Clegane, who was standing in a corner. He was observing the scene unraveling before, in both shock that you thanked him for his act, and cursing you for bringing any attention at him at all.

“And do not ignore that another young wolf still remains at the lions’ mercy. And if Sandor’s words of her treatment hold truth, then I fear that her livelihood is at more risk than ever when word reaches the Red Keep that Tywin Lannister’s plan had failed.” Your voice grew more somber and quieter as you finished your speech. It seemed as if time had stopped, shame overtook every lord’s and lady’s face at your words, and Lady Catelyn knelt on the ground, sobs overtaking her body. The relief and joy in being reunited with her Arya, was overshadowed by the realization that still had one daughter far from her arms. Greater grief struck her in learning that her sweet Sansa had been routinely beaten and ridiculed at court by Joffery’s orders.

Ever so carefully, you knelt beside her, and gently placed your hand on her shoulder before grasping her to stand while allowing her to take comfort in your strong but gentle grip. You quickly called for a squire to fetch some cool water before handing Lady Stark a simple but clean handkerchief to wipe her tears. Such an act of familiarity to a highborn from a lowly spy would never be tolerated in normal circumstances, but no one dared to point this out, fearing that their Lady would fall apart had it not been for your support. After what seemed to have been an eternity to pass, Lady Maege Mormont of Bear Island stepped forward.

“The girl is right.” Her voice left no room for argument, “In fighting for our freedom, we had forgotten our people, our past leader, and his own blood. We lost sight of our true goal, and in doing so we allowed ourselves to be vulnerable to our enemies. Right now, Stannis Baratheon is our best hope in retrieving Ned Stark’s daughter. And we need all of the hope we can get, be it in numbers or supplies.” The next words coming out the fierce Mother Bear of House Mormont shook everyone to their core, “I can sacrifice our independence, I can bend the knee to another Southerner, but I cannot call myself a northerner if I forget my oath in avenging the Quiet Wolf, along with Jory Cassel, and the rest of the northern men that died in that rotten keep.”

“But how can expect Stannis to hope true in his word, is he even aware such a deal took place?” Lord Rysell rose from his seat, his voice filled with trepidation. “After all, was it not Stannis who killed Renly, his own brother, his very own blood? How can we expect a Southerner, nay, a KINSLAYER to hold even a weight of honor after witnessing the mutiny we all had barely escaped with our lives? And what of the cost? What was traded for such information?”

“Stannis Baratheon along with Jon Arryn had been running King Robert’s kingdom throughout his entire reign. While Jon Arryn tried to reign in Robert, Stannis was the one who had actually proposed new laws in attempt to benefit the kingdom. This was a man who at age of 17, held his brother’s castle at Storm’s End and ate shoes and rats rather than surrendering to a hopelessly superior army from both land and sea. He, who ensured that his men, smallfolk, and his little brother were fed before him. And more importantly, Stannis has ships, ships that can lay siege to King’s Landing by targeting Blackwater Bay, should he want for an alliance.” Theon couldn’t keep the pride out of his eyes, here you stood, recounting the accomplishment of one man, stunning every lord by your extensive knowledge of military history in perfect clarity. Those hours spent in the Winterfell library and extensive lessons with Maester Luwin seemed to have paid off.

“As for the matter of honor, this war will not be won through honor, no this is war that will be done on the matter of duty.” Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you braced your body in continuing, “Ned Stark’s duty as Hand of the King was to the kingdom. In choosing his honor, he lost his head. Robb Stark chose love over duty, and it cost him the lives of his wife, his child, and nearly 3000 of our men. Our duty to the North was to avenge Ned Stark’s death and protect his children, and in that we have failed miserably. Whether Stannis Baratheon is honorable remains to be seen, but it was his devotion to his duty had made his men so loyal to him and his enemies call him a man ‘truly just.’ As for the matter of proof, I would hope that this message that bears his seal to provide some comfort.” You hand a creased letter to Catelyn Stark for confirmation. After vigilant investigation, she confirmed that it was indeed written in his hand and that seal bore House Baratheon’s sigil, along with the seal of Dragonstone.

“And I can assure you my lords that the price was more than fair,” your confidence was slowly diminishing as you chose your next words carefully, “all that was asked from the stranger was that I sail from Seagard to a locate an individual and escort them to somewhere Beyond the Wall, afterwards I would be told more details of my mission from there.”

“What comes after you get those details and finish escorting them?” Theon didn’t recognize his own voice. “Do they send you somewhere else, who’s this person, where are you going?” Seven hells, is that panic in his voice? “When do you come back?”

You looked towards your precious brother, eyes trying to convey a hidden message you don’t dare to speak aloud. You take a deep and shaky breath before clearing your throat in an attempt to keep your voice steady and clear, “I don’t.”

And just like that, chaos erupts once more.

Theon doesn’t realize he was asleep before being so rudely pulled out of his dream…memory?

“Well, memory it may have been, but a nightmare to relive it once more.” Theon thought as he tried to focus on his surroundings, before seeing the reason he was awoken in the first place. On his chest, stood a majestic falcon gazing into the eyes of his owner. Despite being a first-class hunter, one would think this bird of prey that feeds on both fish and birds alike by swooping at tremendous speed with little to no sound, was really a smaller parrot if others knew how spoiled Ari was for attention and treats. “Forget Robb, the real challenge will be in keeping this little fellow from going mad from losing his main benefactor,” thought Theon as he lovingly stroked a finger on Ari’s head, the falcon sweetly preening from attention from his beloved savior.

“THEON!” A familiar voice bellowed as the footsteps whom Theon was sure belonged to one auburn-curled king grew louder as they stride closer to his tent.

“Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Knowing what will soon come, I only hope to find a barrel of ale to drown my sorrows in afterwards.” And with that being his final thought before rising from his cot and just finished dressing himself before his tent’s flap flew open, and in came the Young Wolf with a fury so terrible it would bring down the Wall.

Robb’s POV

After arriving at the camp, Robb immediately jumped down his horse and demanded a steward to take care of his steed before he marched forward with only one person in mind, Theon Greyjoy. His father’s ward, his best mate, his brother without blood and in-arms, and the brother to one particular Yi Tish girl that was sailing further and further from where she belonged. If there was one person who knew where she was going, it was Theon. He had to know, Li and Theon had a bond between them. A bond that Robb loathed to admit many times, as it was that bond that could not be easily shattered or poisoned as such with the bonds of mere companions or even lovers. For companions, some periods of time apart would often do the trick, but even on the most drawn-out operations his father sent you out on, time only proved to strengthen the bond as you would return with tales of the people you were sent out to watch, and even come back with small gifts as tokens of fond remembrance. Every single one of those gifts, no matter how often Theon would act as if he were given something burdensome, were treasured and placed inside a wooden box that he secretly commissioned one of keep’s craftsmen to create in order to store them. Even if you two were lovers, however painful that would be for him, it would be of great comfort to Robb knowing that it such affections would one day pass. No matter how great the flames of passion arose, they would usually die out, especially in one’s youth. In your case, hopefully in a way so spectacularly horrendous that it would kill any hope of rekindling those flames ever again. But no, instead you two stubbornly remained siblings, and your bond was that of great platonic love and adoration. It baffled Robb to no end as to why the two of you remained so insistently loyal to one another, but it was the same answer every time Robb brought out his frustrations.

“He is my brother,” you would say without fail. “He is the family I chose to love and cherish, and so I will choose him. I will choose him every time.” You would look directly at him, with your big brown almond-shaped eyes, so warm and frank, as if you were stating so completely plain and obvious to a tempering child.

“Can’t you choose me? I would choose you. I could be your family.” Robb exclaimed in great exasperation at your persistence. After all, why couldn’t he be your family? He who saw how well you played and calmed his younger siblings when he, his mother, his father, and even the septas were too busy; who would always help you whenever you stumbled upon a difficult word that you couldn’t spell or pronounce; who would show you the secrets of the Winterfell Keep that he would not even show to Jon or Theon; he who saw your secret smiles and hidden protection you bestowed upon the many strays and smallfolk children in the village town. By the Seven’s sake, he was to be the Lord of Winterfell and of the North after his father, who better than him to take care of you?

“No,” you stressed out, “No Robb, you couldn’t. You and I could never be each other’s family, not the way that he and I are, not in the way you want us to be.” You looked at him with your eyes, your big, brown, warm, cruel eyes; eyes that looked so genuinely apologetic that it almost made him forget his anger, almost. “I’m sorry.”

“Why not?” Robb was sure that he sounded pathetic, but he needed to know, to understand, why he couldn’t be the one for you. Was it the differing status between you both, did his mother speak ill to you when he and his father were unable to witness it, or was it because you had feelings of love for someone else, someone not him? Oh gods, he could feel his young heart breaking at that final thought.

“Theon and I…”, you tried to find the words that could capture the meanings you didn’t know the words to, words that were not in any of the languages you had learned and spoken, “he and I are bonded. In a way that goes beyond words, beyond simply moments and memories. It is built on an understanding that only the two of us know of, something you have never and I pray that you never will understand, because it is a pain that very few our age knows about, and that is really all I can say of the matter.” With that being the final word, you turned and walked away, leaving the young heir more lost and aggravated than ever.

“Oh Li, my sweet, darling Li.” Robb thought as he admonished your words with tender childing. “How could you be so blind to your so-called brother’s selfish and arrogant ways? Do you not see how he would ruin you, how he would twist your naïve and tender heart with his cunning words and leering eyes?” After all, brother or not, Robb was not as stupid as many would like to him to be. Yes, he would admit that marrying Talisa was in poor taste, especially in letting her believe that she meant far greater to him than her original purpose. A purpose to strictly bring physical comfort and to destress after hard-fought battles, as well as to help him forget that he was to marry one of Walder Frey’s daughters and to forget about you. While he had never meant in their affair to go so far, he will admit that he got carried away with her. He got lost in their conversations and banter, in her altruistic warmth and kindness, he allowed himself to give into the idea of championing love and how it would conquer any obstacle set before him. But most of all, he longed for the idea of sharing a love with someone new, someone who didn’t know him from his youth. He wanted to love someone who didn’t know of the many insecurities that plague his mind whenever he planned for his next battle. He pined at the idea of someone who didn’t see the vulnerable boy he hid away to project the undefeated wolf marching towards the lion’s den. He was desperate for the warmth and frankness that would be rewarded to him from a woman whose love was sweet and generous and easy.

Talisa had been all of that, and more, so much more. She was opposite to you in every way, physical and emotional. The only similarity that could be shared between the two of you would be that your hair was dark, but even in that there were too many differences. You had routinely cut your hair to your armpit, whereas Talisa’s hair flowed past her midback. And upon further inspection, one could see very things streaks of silver and grey as a result of stress, meanwhile there were no such signs in his late wife’s dark locks. Both of your faces were beautiful and similar in some features but your beauty differed in hers not only in the regions of birth, but in evidence of treatment. Both of your faces had a straight nose, downward turned lips, and almond-shaped eyes. But Talisa’s elegant and angular visage contained no markings or blemishes of any kind. There were no crow’s feet, or scars. Even after witnessing her most laborious treatments and amputations, did she contain an angelic maturity that would envy the wealthiest of highborn women. Everything about her… her willowy and pliant frame… unblemished reddish hue complexion…angelic lips…legs that stretched for miles and were connected by full hips…all of it in the form of one truly mythic beauty.  

Whereas you…if Talisa’s beauty could be compared to an angel that glowed compassion and wisdom, yours was that of a survivor that radiated the hardships from years of regimented training for an enduring body and great mental fortitude. Your shoulders and rib cage were broad, but your stomach was slim with a taut core. Your arms were a bit trim, but years in learning how to properly shoot a bow and arrow, along with varying combat made them toned and fine. Your calves were strong and thick and they stretched your trouser legs, and while many insisted you looked more man than woman, you relished in their power in action. Your waist was sinched in a way that showed off the fullness in your hips, and perfectly gave way to your marvelous ass that he stared at more times than he likes to admit, especially with Theon’s overly protective gaze following him no matter the time or place. But he had remained respectful in his gaze if you don’t count the number of times, he spied you while swimming in the springs with the sheer small clothes as your only barrier, or when he watched you bathe in your quarters in the secret compartments or whenever he stroked his cock with an unwavering gaze as you rubbed your clit calling out his name.

While Talisa’s skin bared no markings, there seemed not to be a single patch of skin on your outer framework that didn’t contain a fading mark or scar. Even your proportional facial features: with downward lips that usually remained stoic, and straight framed nose that rarely crinkled even when it was red in the harshest of winters, and eyes that seemed unemotional until one paid close attention in order to see the carefully guarded mirth and gentleness that brightly shone in your peace; were littered with marking brought by you whenever you spied a pimple and removed it, letting it bleed and fester before it healed and scarred. This aggravated his mother and sister Sansa to great lengths, especially Sansa as she would insist that you were spoiling your own beauty and that no man would ever want to marry a woman with such awful scars on her face. You would turn to her stating that you would likely never marry in the first place, nor did you want to leave. Marriage would mean leaving Winterfell, the Stark family, and your new friends, including her who gave you your first gift. This shocked and flustered Sansa, as that “first gift” was a poorly embroidered handkerchief she just wanted to throw away, but instead gave it to you. Not long after, Sansa gifted you a much prettier embroidered handkerchief, one that had little blue flowers sewn across the borders. She insisted that you throw out the first, but you told her that she made both, so both were too important. So, you bought a small wooden box from your meager savings, and tucked both away neatly and lovingly. She still chided you something fierce whenever she caught you picking and scratching your own face. But sometimes Robb would pass by Sansa’s chambers, and double back in shock seeing the two of you conversing (well, more akin to Sansa gossiping and fantasizing about the South while you gave monosyllabic responses) on her bed while she practiced braiding your hair.

This brought up the most glaring difference between you and Talisa, although neither of you were born in Westeros, let alone in the North. But Talisa would never, could never be a Northerner, not in the way he and his family were Northerners as they were Starks, not in the way you grew to be a Northerner. She would never be able to adapt to the bitter cold and snow, could never love the harsh and biting winds, take comfort in the fresh air and scent of smoke wood burning in a hearth the way you had when you were brought to Winterfell by his father. There was no doubt that she would be respected, admired even, but the North and its people would never take to her in the way they took to you. You, who after weeks of careful interrogation and healing, took off running in the Godswoods, climbing its trees, breathing in its holy air, sitting before the weirwood tree with no fear as if you knew it your whole life. While it took a good while for you to gain the castle’s staff trust, it hadn’t taken much time for the village folk to look after you, despite being a foreigner who barely spoke the language. Granted there was the occasional drunk and youthful miscreant who still called after you in offensive terms, but they were quickly taken care of by Theon (who was the third in the keep to take you under his wing, after his father and Maester Luwin).

In return for their kindness, you became somewhat of a silent guardian. You made sure that no wild animals harmed anyone, even those who lived outside the village and in the deep forests; ensured that no child was lost after dark, often returning with bitemarks and long bleeding scratches; and fought off cruel men to the women working in the brothels and the barmaids in the Smoking Log. You even went so far as to “educate” the men who crossed your ire with you... somewhat disturbed skillset from the streets of Qarth. These particular teachings brought you much favor with the town’s women, none more so than Ros (who just so happened to your brother’s favorite whore). So much so that she liked to refer to herself as your “best friend,” a sentiment you returned wholeheartedly, as she was one of the few who heard you laugh, not just a giggle, but a full-bellied laugh, and seen you genuinely smile more times than anyone (besides your brother of course and him). And animals, gods. Don’t even mention to Robb about the animals, he could go on and on about how you seemed determined to take in every stray that wondered around aimlessly, hoping for some scraps of food or a place with walls to keep out the cold. In the first year you were brought, Robb could name over a dozen separate occasions you brought in a stray to care for before being found out. His father had hoped that by letting you keep your beloved shadowcat, you would stop this habit. This caused the very opposite of his hopes to happen, as you had no intention to stop taking in every stray that looked you with sad eyes. You only made sure to hide them in more…discreet locations, mostly in Jon’s and Theon’s rooms, as they shared a fondness for a singular cute creature with sad eyes (you).

But even that was not the limit of your protection. You even provided help to the wives whose husbands abuse them in cruelties beyond imagination, to where these men’s cruelties extend to their own children. These circumstances were tricky to say the least, as there was little to be done as the wife and children belonged to her husband and father, as he was usually the main provider of the family. Very few women dared not indicate any signs of abuse to anyone, much less towards his lord father. Robb was in his father’s solar at the time, learning about his future duties when in you barged in, holding a thick stack of evidence and documentation of not only the alleged offenses, but also proof in showing that these women willingly came to you to bring forth justice, knowing that their Lord Eddard Stark could only do so much. Not only that, but you also found evidence of reports of similar offenses being thrown out, meaning that you took the time and energy to fish out the documents from every trash heap in order to properly present your case.

This is where your true talents laid, in your relentless empathy and your perseverance for change. You may hide your heart in guarded walls made of heavily forged iron, but that didn’t take away the fact that you cared, you cared so deeply. You would use the skills you tirelessly trained for the purpose to protect those who cannot demand protection from those in power and cannot afford to bring attention upon themselves. In presenting the evidence, you asked whether this would be enough to request a change in policy regarding the protection of women and children in not only Winterfell, but across the North. Your body in steeled posture, expecting refusal and rejection, froze in shock in hearing that he would immediately establish a new policy regarding the treatment of familial relations, and punishment in violating that policy would result in amputation or beheading. Immediately, you raced across his desk and hugged him so tightly that Ned Stark was sure you had been possessed by a strange benevolent goblin. Noticing your precarious position, you straightened yourself out and apologized profusely before thanking him and swiftly exiting his solar. When brought up to House Stark’s vassal houses, many protested, though none more so than Lord Roose Bolton, as rumors of him leeching and torturing his wife and smallfolk were legendary in infamy. He questioned why such Lord Stark felt it necessary for such a policy to be implemented, but Robb’s father remained firm in keeping your anonymity, knowing you would be targeted for serious punishment if the lords knew of your identity.

“Being a Lord is like being a father, except you have thousands of children and you worry about all of them. The farmers plowing the fields are yours to protect. The charwomen scrubbing the floors, yours to protect. The soldiers you order into battle.” He paused before continuing, “But it seems, I have forgotten what it means to be a father to many others. I have evidence, of hundreds, if not thousands of reports stating the mistreatment by a family head’s hands. Reports that were never brought to me by men I thought I could trust. As Warden of the North, it is my duty to care for these women and their children, but I have failed in my duty. That is why I have created this law, and any violations of this law will be brought to my attention by the official guards of each house’s town. However, any knowledge of these violations going unpunished will be informed to someone else, someone personally placed and hidden that not even your best spies will find. They will be my eyes and ears; they will be my messengers. Should you bring your own twisted sense of justice upon them, I will know, and as you all know, I’ve never been one to use a headsman to do my beheading.” With that being the final word of the matter, Robb’s father dismissed his men, and called for the ravens to carry out the new law across his land. Robb would never forget those words for as long as he lived.

True to his father’s words, reports of these violations were kept in the known, and the Northern houses were expected to carry out the law’s sentences. Wicked men who violently struck their wives and children without proper justification had their hands chopped off. Those who starved their families were thrown into the dungeons without food or comfort for varying periods of time. And vile rapists had public castrations, and were also faced with beheadings. The lords ceaselessly hired the best spies and sellswords to find Ned Stark’s eyes and ears, but nothing came out of it. Soon enough, crimes of not only this offense, but other unrelated offences started to cease. Time continued forward, and the number of reports continuously dwindled until women felt it safe to walk at night without the need of a dagger, children felt it safe to play with outside after dark, and those with wickedness in their hearts learned what it meant to act properly without needing intervention of a higher power.

Smallfolk across the North sung praises to Ned Stark, for his kind and noble heart, for his true sense of justice, for being a man with true honor and knew the meaning of a lord’s duty of his people. But the women and children of Winterfell knew the truth, and it was you they silently revered. After all, only you listened to their cries, to their pain and anguish. You who searched for proof and evidence until the amount grew so great that you knew it could no longer be ignored. Things were not perfect, no far from it, but they were better. They were so much better, and they had you to thank for that. You were their paragon of justice and truth, someone who pushed for action in their lord’s idleness. One young man came up to you in privacy, and cried his thanks. He revealed to you that he and his brother were raped by their mother since their father’s death, but he could not tell anyone the truth, he could not bear the shame. But thanks to you, that wretched cunt was beheaded, and he could finally take his siblings far down south, where they would hopefully find better work and start a better life. You were silent until you carefully asked the young man if you could have his permission to hug him. When he granted it, you carefully and slowly placed your arms around him before both of you were sobbing and wishing good fortune to one another.

“No,” Robb thought as he almost reached Theon’s tent, “Talisa would never be accepted as his queen, not when you had taken the hearts of Winterfell’s inhabitants.” And as much as he felt guilty for her death and how he wouldn’t truly love her, he knew that this was for the best in the long run. Talisa was intelligent, and kind; but the coming winter would be ruthless, and her warmth would be swept out long before spring would arrive. He did mourn for his child, but he knew that with you by his side, there would be plenty of opportunities to create new heirs, and soon enough Winterfell will be run amok by little wolf pups and laughter once more. “Even if you do not understand it now, you cannot hide your feelings from your mate, little dragon.” As furious as Robb still was by you running from him, he knew that sooner or later that the two of you would find each other once more, and in finding each other, you would rule by his side as his queen and the North would only prosper in your reign together. A reign that would come a lot sooner than later, if he knew where in the seven hells you were off to.

“THEON!” Robb shouted before he stormed into Theon’s tent, he watched with furious eyes at his oldest friend and greatest enemy when it comes to you as Ari off his shoulder and perched on top of Grey Wind’s head. His chest was heaving, his nostrils flared in barely veiled anger, as he vented out the words, “Where is she?”

“With all due respect, your grace,” Theon quipped out as he began to pour himself some water, inhaling it in a few gulps before continuing, “you’ll have to be more specific. I don’t have the faintest idea of who this ‘she’ would be?”

“Oh, so that’s how he wants to play this out,” Robb thought out as he took a deep breath. He should have known better than to expect Theon Greyjoy of all people to give a straightforward answer. He quickly sent Grey Wind out to guard the tent, and not anyone in before curtly replying, “Don’t act dull. You know exactly whom I am referring to.”

Theon sat at his desk before pretended to ponder with his chin in one hand, and elbow in another, before continuing, “No, no, I’m afraid not, your grace. ‘She’ could really be anyone, would ‘she’ happen to be your mother? No, no, no…how about Arya, or perhaps Sansa? No, Arya just got here, and Sansa’s still not here, no thanks to you…Oh! Might ‘she’ be your late wife? The one who you fucked, then married and got killed- “Robb grabbed his throat before he could continue on, fury finally getting the better of him, and slammed the back of Theon’s head on top of the desk.

“Don’t you start with me Greyjoy,” Robb could barely contain himself, but he knew he had to, if only to get the information of where you were heading. He swallowed his pride before loosening his grip, and spoke his next words through clenched teeth, “Where is Long Li going? Don’t even think of lying to me!”

Theon’s eyes softened at the mention of your name, before whispering out, “Are you demanding an answer as my king?” His eyes and voice hardened to prepare saying the next words without spitting at the man above him, “Or as my brother?”

“Aye, I am your brother, now and always, but right now, I come to demand you answer me,” Robb’s voice grew stronger as he stated his next words, “as the man who intends to take her as my future wife and mother of my children and future heirs.” As he finished speaking, Theon felt anger surge throughout his body, and he gripped Robb’s doublet with both hands and flipped him onto his back.

“What makes you think I know?” Theon venomously spat out with a bit of condescension, “And for that matter, what makes you think that I would ever tell you? The boy who threw duty for love, that’s what everyone’s calling you. And for good reason too. Robb Stark, King in the North, the Young Wolf that never lost a battle, almost got 3000 men killed for love, and did get his wife gutted for it.” Theon let out a mocking laugh Robb, who struggled to get out of his grip, only to remain pinned on the desk. “If it weren’t for Li, we’d all be dead, bodies thrown into the river, rotting at the bottom. And because of you, she’s gone, gone with some mad man who could do anything to her.” Theon could feel his throat constricting, but didn’t bother to restrain his worst fears. He wanted Robb to bleed out more than when Roose Bolton shoved an arrow to his chest, “She could be gutted, maimed, or raped by now, and it’d be all your fault.” Theon released his grip and quickly turned away as he wiped the tears running down his cheeks at the thought of you getting hurt, and him not being there to protect you. Recalling your tearful goodbye, filled with gripping hugs and sweet words, and refusal to acknowledge the fear of never seeing each other again. The thought of you, the only person he truly, completely, and unconditionally loved, gone forever killed him. He tried to not completely fall apart as he remembered the final look you gave him before urging your horse into a gallop to put as much distance between you and the camp on your way to Seagard.

“I begged her to not go. I told her that no duty was worth her, that she’s done enough for others and that she should just stay here, where she could be safe.” He let out a bitter laugh before persisting while pacing around his tent, “But she wouldn’t hear of it, said that she had to go, and worst of all, I couldn’t go with her. She said that she needed me here, to make sure that you had your head an’ wits still with you after you wake up. She told me, ‘Robb’s lost too much already, and you’re his best friend. He just lost the woman he loves and their child, he’s going to need you to keep him grounded more than ever now.’” He poured more water, and swung it back before continuing, “‘Keep you grounded’, yea’ fat load of grounding I did before, eh? No matter what me, your mother, or Li told you…you still married your pretty healer queen, because you thought you were entitled to more happiness than the rest of us. Some king you are, you fuckin’ piece of shit.”

Theon finally stopped before sitting on his bed, elbows on his knees and head in his hands, sounding so tired and small that Robb wouldn’t have believe it was him if he weren’t right in front of him, “My sister is gone and might turn up dead and it’s all your fault, Robb Stark. And even if she’s alive, she can’t come back. You’re a shit king for making her doing this, for everything she did so that you’d and your family be safe.” Theon looked up, tears still streaming down his eyes, and stared directly at Robb as he scoffed out the next words, “She left feeling guilty, for so many things, all out of her control. First, for being too weak and injured to outfight the Tarth bitch; second, for not guarding those Lannister boys well enough, and the final part? The last’s the worst ten times over, because she thinks it’s her fault that Talisa and your child got murdered, that if she were just a little quicker and a little smarter and a little better, she’d get there earlier and both of them would make it out breathing. She almost went mad over it you know. I almost had to talk her out of throwing herself off the fucking Frey bridge, as if she hadn’t lost enough of her sanity already.” Both of them went silent after that, only until Robb walked over and sat by Theon and broke the tense silence.

“I didn’t love Talisa,” he rasped out, “I thought I did, I wanted to, but I couldn’t.” He looked at his feet, shame overtaking him as he only just realizes what Theon had lost as a result of his selfishness. “I cared for her, I loved our child, but I didn’t love her. I couldn’t, not when I already love Li, not how I will always love Li.”

“I know,” Theon responded, “I know.” Because while he was still angry, he knew Robb was genuinely sorry, even if he was an entitled prick.

“So,” Robb looked over to ask his old friend, “what happens now?”

Theon took in a deep breath, eyes closed in careful thought before answering, “We get out of this tent, execute some Bolton’s and Frey’s, meet with the bannermen, and make the preparations to Maidenpool to meet with Stannis to bend the knee or some shit.” He then turned his head to look at Robb with his trademark smirk and quipped out, “But before that last part, we’re going to find the biggest barrel of ale we got, and then drain the whole damned thing.”

Robb barks out a quick laugh, and tries to grip himself together in saying, “Perfect, what comes after the ale and before Maidenpool?”

“After the ale, we fight some more, drink some more, and then probably piss ourselves in our sleep.” Theon lists off before the two young men erupt in laughter, both tired of being mad at their best friend. “And before you ask, we’re meeting Stannis at Maidenpool because we got no bloody ships, and it’s going to be you, me, Arya, and Blackfish.” He saw the confused look in Robb’s eyes before going on, “The note asked for me specifically, probably to call me out for treason in being a Greyjoy or something. You’re coming because you’re the King in the North, Arya because two Starks are better than one in this case and your mother is in no state to continue on, my guess is that the bannermen probably want to send her back to Winterfell. And Blackfish is going because he’s a Tully of Riverrun, but he’s not your fuckup Uncle Edmure Tully of Riverrun.”

Robb chuckled out, “Aye, at least he’s not Edmure. And it’d be good for my mother to return to Winterfell, she likely wants to see Bran and Rickon more than she wants to see Sansa.” Satisfied with everything out in the open, the two men got up and called for their animal companions who guarded the tent from onlookers as they had their squabble.

“Come on now,” Theon slapped his king’s back as Ari flew to his right shoulder, “let’s spill some traitor blood and finish this meeting quick. Ale waits for no one.” And Robb laughed and smiled, remembering how good it felt to be laughing with Theon like he had in Winterfell. When everything was alright, his father alive and well, his sisters bickering but together, his mother with all her children, him with Jon and Theon in the training yard teaching Bran and Rickon how to shoot. No war to fight, no battles to be won, and most importantly, you were still by his side.

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