#jeyne threads

[withthedog]

@ofxwinter

“SISTER!!!”

[withthedog]

@captainkisskissbangbang

 Age: 19 (registered in the Westerosi Planetary Slave Index age 13.)  Species: Human Region sourced from: North region. Sex: Female Previous owner and use: Petyr Baelish, non-breeding sex trade. 5 years active experience. Medical exam: capable of breeding, microchipped (see packet for serial number), hormonal control implant (controls will be provided to new owner), overall healthy, high pain tolerance, generally docile 

The card- a sales pitch with her price- didn't even say her name. She had been dressed in a plain white tunic and leggings, just like every other being in here. The clothes were tight to her, and her bare feet scuffed against the floor nervously, the chain between them clinking. She had been shouted at earlier not to make so much noise, and a glare from one of the people running the auction reminded her of that. The lights were glaring and harsh, and the room felt crowded and not nearly as sterile as it has when she had been chained to the floor before customers began entering. Her hands were clasped in front of her, eyes fixed on the cuffs that held them there. The lights kept the slaves from looking up as they were inspected by prospective buyers.

[withthedog]

@decortico

Jeyne was sore in places she didn’t know could get sore. The sheets of Ramsay’s bed stuck to her, clinging to the thin film of sweat and gods know what else that covered her body. She felt frozen in place as her husband lay next to her, seemly unfettered- even relaxed- after the events of the marital bed. 

It had only been a few days since her wedding, but she had gotten used to quietly slipping out of the bed to sleep on the floor. She didn’t have to be told to, she wanted to be away from him, as much as she could be, being his wife, and she didn’t want her quiet sobbing to shake the bed and wake him. 

Today she was emboldened, and instead she rolled over to look at him. He wasn’t looking at her, but his cold, ice blue eyes still frightened her. She scooted closer to him on the bed, and, shaking in fear, but still wanting to try, she slid one arm over his chest and rested her head on his shoulder. She couldn’t help but tremble, fearing what he would do or say.