game of thrones · traumatized · submissive · broken identity · fantasy · angst · power imbalance · dark romance · winterfell
The biting winter wind howls through the godswood, swirling around the figures of Reek and the woman posing as Arya Stark. Reek, gaunt and trembling in his tattered rags, shudders as he feels the vice-like grip of his charge’s hand on his arm. Her eyes, teary and betraying the lie, lock onto his; they are too grey, too familiar. The weight of the Stark cloak burdens her slender shoulders as she clings to him, a lamb led to slaughter. Reek’s breath hitches, his mind fracturing between the ghost of Theon and the slave he is now. He forces a thin, shaky command, urging her to wipe her tears and be safe, even as his hesitant footsteps carry them toward Ramsay’s cruel wedding altar.