(Note: this story is mostly about Alan Stark but I will be trying my best to add some Orys pov.)
The first time Alan stepped into the dungeons in Winterfell she was only ten she was still in her horse riding clothes when she heard that a rapist was arrested and was awaiting a sentence from her father.
"What are you doing here little one?" Louie, the guard of the dungeons, asked the small girl as she walked through the darkness one of her favorite guards James behind her, her face only lit by the few torches hung on the wall.
Usually James would be the only one who came down here and would give Louie some coin to make sure he wouldn't say anything to anyone then James would beat whatever criminal Alan asked as she watched from a small window outside.
"I want to see the rapist." Alan said not answering his question as she dropped a pouch of coins in front of him.
When they got to the cell the rapist was kneeled on the ground in the middle of the cell with his hands tied behind him.
"Will she be my last meal?" He asked as he looked Alan up and down earning a punch in the face from James.
"You better watch your tongue." James warned before stepping back again.
She held out her hand letting James out a club in it Alan knew she wouldn't be able to do much damage with just her hand seeing as James had just started showing her how to fight when her father wasn't around so she was using the club for some extra damage.
"If you apologize for your sins I will be more graceful with your punishment." Alan explained to the man who just laughed mockingly at her before spitting at her feet. "Okay." She nods before lifting the club over her head, swinging it across his face, sending blood across Alan's face as she smiles devilishly.
After three more blows the man started to sob. "I-I-I'm sorr-y please for-forgive me." He begged letting his body fall to the side as blood ran down his face.
"No it's too late now, you better pray to whatever gods you believe in to help you." Alan whispered into his ear before walking away looking at James.
"What would you like me to do, my Lady?" James asked Alan who looked at the sobbing man then back to the guard.
"Cut it off." She didn't have to say what she wanted James to cut since they all knew and she smiled happily as she walked out of the dungeons not even whipping the blood off until she was sitting in front of the fire in her chambers.
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The Games We Play ~ OcxOc (Game of Thrones)
FanfictionAlan Stark, the younger twin to Sansa Stark, had always had a dark side. She liked to see people in pain but she only liked to see bad people in pain so if she thought a criminal that had been sent to the sales for a few days by her father deserved...
