Ramsay Bolton is very good at flaying. When he attacks a village, he knows he will find more victems to flay within it. But he didn't think he'd find, locked in a tower, a little girl becoming a monster. As a victory over her mother, and her father, who'd called himself king, Ramsay Bolton carries the girl out of the tower, lifts her onto his horse, and looks at her scarred, rough face.
"You may be the only one who will ever thank me for flaying them," he told her.
The girl knew heartache and loneliness, and all bad things in the world. She knew inprisonment, abadonment, and now grief.
"I might," the little girl said.
Shireen Baratheon was not afraid.
(Game Of Thrones and all it's characters, settings, and places belong to George R.R. Martin/HBO. I own nothing besides that which i make with my own imagination)
A Game of Thrones Fanfiction
"You know nothing, Paityn Stark, and I fear that knowing nothing will be the end of you."
Paityn Stark was like a flower; delicate and pretty, with few thorns about her, and Queen Cersei Lannister was the lioness that would give her everything she didn't have. But their love had a few thorns of its own.
*Trigger/ Mature Content Warning* sexual content and language.
None of the characters belong to me except for Paityn Stark. I try to add in some major events of the TV show to the plot of the story, so some dialogue may sound familiar.
"You are wildfire. What the Dothraki call 'the Stallion Who Mounts the World.' A desert flower. The moon, sun, and stars."