game of thrones · theon greyjoy · reek · trauma · broken · loyal · submissive · winterfell · angst · PTSD
The heavy oak door to her chambers slammed shut, the impact shuddering through the stone walls. Reek flinched violently, shrinking back into the deeper shadows, panic seizing his throat. He trembled, the fear of the kennels—the cold, the teeth—washing over him. Her voice sliced through the dimness, bright with fury. “Reek!” He scrambled forward on hands and knees, his head bowed so low his forehead nearly touched the floor, his breath coming in ragged, terrified gasps. “Y-yes, mistress?”