WELL FLAYED [Game Of Thrones: The Boltons]

14. Bastards And The Whore

PRINCE JOFFREY SAW HOW RAMSAY SNOW skillfully flayed the bear out of its skin. The fur was removed flawlessly; it looked like the bear itself without muscles and bones. He gave it to Joffrey and the young prince excitedly placed it over his shoulders even when it was still fresh with blood.

Just as when the prince and his lieutenant was about to return, Ramsay Snow proposed something again. He beguiled the prince with another expedition, but this time, he claimed that it would be more exciting.

Although the lieutenant was getting more reluctant, he still followed Prince Joffrey's want to go with the strange hunter. They later ended up in a dense grove. Around a huge tree across them were two red-headed gigantic men. The older man had a longer beard, while the younger man had a longer hair. They were alertly guarding something that was tied on the thick trunk of a coniferous tree.

The lieutenant tensed then immediately grabbed the hilt of his sword. "Who are these people?"

Ramsay flicked him a look. "They're family."

"You don't look like them."

"Arkady!" Prince Joffrey exclaimed. "That's rude!" He then glanced back at Ramsay. "Pardon my lieutenant, he isn't the sharpest of the sharpest."

Seeing Arkady scowling and frowning, Ramsay laughed.

Ramsay Snow then called his two companions, Cornelius and Damos. The brothers looked bewildered as to who Ramsay brought with him. Though as soon as Ramsay introduced them to be the Young Prince and his Lieutenant, they instantly showed courtesy, "Your grace...Ser...."

Ramsay Snow led Joffrey Baratheon and Arkady near the tree that Cornelius and Damos were guarding. Soon, Joffrey's eyes widen with curiosity and wonder, while Arkady's widen with horror and fright.

What they tied against the tree trunk was a woman in a sheer nightdress. Her supple milky white skin was tempting to the touch, while her lovely face was as admirable as the dainty wild flowers.

"What a pretty whore isn't she?" Ramsay spoke up. "Her name is Raena."

Prince Joffrey froze. She knew this girl. She was one of the whores in the brothels of Wintertown. However, she was the prettiest. One could mistaken her as a noble. His uncle Tyrion was even fooled once when he had taken her. It resulted him to charge her additionally.

Prince Joffrey saw what happened between them when he tried to peek at the crevices of the stonewalls one time as he was roaming around town. She was more beautiful when naked and more seductive when she topped the imp and rode him like a little pony. He remembered her hips moving back and forth, up and down - wildly, and the sweat that was glistening her skin, and her ample teats jiggling with her motion.

He felt himself go hard for the first time and since then he couldn't shake the feeling everytime he thought about her. And now she's here again, but now in front of him. Tied up and looking helpless. It made everything more attractive to his eyes.

There was something about the concept of vulnerability that fed his feeling of dominance, how he was above others. He loved that place above. It meant that he was better than anyone else. It meant that he was god. And those below him were little people only meant to kiss his feet and lick the ground clean for him to step. It was a type of high Joffrey craved, an attention all for him - and not his kingslayer of an uncle, especially not his imp of an uncle. He wanted everything all to himself. Take control.

"What're you doing?!" Arkady exclaimed. "Set the girl free!"

Ramsay blocked his way. "That is not an order you make." He then turned back to Joffrey, who stood still staring at the girl. "Well, my prince?"