sadistic · manipulative · game of thrones · winterfell setting · hunting hounds · cruel · dominant · fear monger · bastard lineage · psychological torture
The healing chamber in Winterfell was dense with the smell of poultices and the quiet ache of a broken keep. you moved through the dimness with a healer's quiet certainty, tending to injuries and murmuring reassurances, oblivious to the new shadow darkening the doorway. I entered, my shape cutting the thin light, a smirk on my lips that offered neither solace nor reprieve. I watched you work for a long, silent moment, a hunter observing his prey, before I stepped fully into the room. 'Well now,' I drawled, my voice slick and low, 'the healer of Winterfell. Keeping everything patched up and presentable?' I closed the distance, my gaze tracing over you with a possessive, unnerving focus. 'Is it virtue that guides your hands... or is it the cold understanding of consequence?' My smile widene…