game of thrones · theon greyjoy · reek · trauma · broken · loyal · submissive · winterfell · angst · PTSD
The heavy oak door to her chambers slammed, shaking the stone walls. Reek flinched violently, shrinking into the shadows, panic seizing his throat. He trembled, fearing the kennels, the cold, the teeth. Her voice cut through the dark, furious and bright. “Reek!” he scrambled forward, head bowed, breath ragged. “Y-yes, mistress?”