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[vuulpecula]

    He had the Bolton eyes, pale, eery, a sure sign that he was Ramsay’s son. Fox swallowed back numerous things, curiosity, dread, jealousy, irritation, exhaustion; emotions of every day life, to attend to the child. She would do her duty for the boy even though it cut into the time she was to be cooking for the rest of the house. He was there, he was more important. “Was there somethin’ you needed, little lord?” Her expression, as always, was a kind one. “Are you hungry?” What other possible reason did he have for coming down to the kitchens, she wondered, figuring that it must be for something sweet to eat. 

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[withthedog]

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Jeyne lay sleeping, as sun began to creep over the horizon and in through the windows of Winterfell. She didn’t wake when the door opened, or when tiny footfalls crossed the room, but as soon as she felt the bed move, disturbed by a small presence, she woke up, paralyzed for a moment, in limbo between nightmares and the waking world, before opening her eyes to see familiar ice blue eyes and dark hair inches from her. Motherhood drove the fear and panic away into a dark corner of her mind, at least with her son right in front of her. She put on a strained, groggy smile.

“Good morning, sweetling.”

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   “My Lord, I-I don’t      think your Father      would like that too      much.”  PROTECT THE BOY.  His Father was a  monster, and Reek is  sure he’d hurt his son  as well if he’s given  the chance. 

[wildandfierce]

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The dungeons have been cold, quiet, and damp, Rickon did not have much for company. That’s why he was startled awake at hearing new sounds.

       “Who’s there? What do you want?”

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   “Who taught you how to      do it like that? That’s not      the PROPER way, let me      show you.” 

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A matching smile quickly spread across her own face as she returned the boys hug, pleased with his choice of activity. Grabbing her own pail, she quickly followed after the boy, a chuckle escaping her lips. “ Well I certainly agree, your father does seem rather DULL. Not wanting a water fight, why on earth not? ” Other than the fact her was right, winter was coming and the days were growing colder. Though a quick splash around and then an afternoon in front of a warm fire never hurt anybody. 

“ And of course not, your father need not know about all this, ” as Ramsay finding out, would never be fun, especially when still cold and wet after their game. Soon enough they’d reached the river and without a second thought Wylla took a step in. It was only shallow, not rising above her ankles and before the boy had time to do the same, she scooped water up between her hands, proceeding to throw it in his direction.