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She reached her hand forward. Theon jerked back a little in instinct. He could feel his whole body shake. "It's okay." She tried to soothe him. He didn't resist this time as she put her incredibly soft hand onto his face. It was a gentle touch. Theon hadn't felt such a nice warmth in such a long time. She wiped away some tears with her thumb. "I'm so sorry." She whispered. Then, she turned and left. Theon was perplexed. He was so positive that no one was coming for him. No one cared for him. No one could hear his wails of pain. No one was there for him. He thought for sure he was alone. Nothing so lucky and good like that had happened to him in a long time... {Theon x oc}

Everybody wants to rule the world.

Join westeros for a role play type story, featured kingdoms will be envolved such as •Kingslanding •Winterfell •Casterly Rock •High Garden •The Dreadfort

"Come on on love, draw your swords, shoot me to the ground. You are mine, I am yours, let's not fuck around." Laryss Clatton, wed to the Warden of the North, Ramsay Bolton. A bastard in her eyes, only a man through his cursed, wretched sins. Unforgiving and solid as ice, Ramsay hopes to melt the sharp Clatton. Though, he may not fare successful, for it will not be a battle of swords. At least, not entirely. "It's your turn to bleed." "Our blades our sharp." Game of Thrones fanfiction. OC insert. Television series based. Not really a love story.

a game of thrones preference, imagines, and anything else book! requests are {O P E N}

❝ ˢᵒ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗˡᵉˢˢ, ʸᵉᵗ ˢᵒ ᶠᵘˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍˢ. ❞ ━ in which Ramsay finds himself a new obsession.