The Snow Keep

She lay curled on her side and watched him rest. He reclined in the big chair by the fire, long legs stretched out in front of him, eyes closed. After a while, he began to snore softly. His face, softened by sleep looked quite handsome, in a rough sort of way. He was not frowning and he looked almost peaceful in the firelight. Before long, her eyes grew heavy and sleep took her too. When she awoke, he was gone and Septa Rohanne sat by the fire. "You're awake then, my dear?" she said when she noticed Melicent begin to stir. She set down her needlework and came to stand beside the bed. "Your betrothed summoned me this morning. You must not see him today, not until the ceremony, but said he did not want you to be left alone." She looked at Melicent solemnly. "Luthor says your Lord spent the early hours in your bedchamber. Did he... use you? Last night?" Melicent sat up and shook her head. "No, he... kissed me. That is all." The Septa frow

Melicent woke in the early hours to find La o ch lying stretched out beside her in the huge bed. Nella was not there, and she realized her sister must have slept in the chamber with the younger girls, in order to make room for the big dog. She wondered if La o ch had given Nella a choice, and thought that perhaps he hadn't. She felt weary, and a bit foggy from the dreamwine, but her mind was racing all the same. She lay with her eyes closed, stroking the hound's shaggy head and tried to push the thoughts away. What would happen to Arys, she wondered. Surely Lord Gregor would not allow him to live, but she hoped he would not suffer too much. Or perhaps she hoped he would suffer terribly. She tried to be honest with herself, but she wasn't entirely sure how she felt,, or how she should be feeling. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this, it was very frustrating, not knowing the right way to behave. She decided to make a mental list of things she was sure of. She w

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The camp was located on the outskirts of a small village not far from Acorn Hall. Darkness was just beginning to fall and the air was noisy with the sounds of drunken men, whores, and screaming. The screaming came from nearby barn, in which Lord Gregor's men had housed the villagers they had captured. The cause of the screaming, Gregor knew, was the Tickler. One of his most valuable armsmen, the Tickler was a plain, nondescript looking man. He had no distinguishing features, he had no distinctive colouring, his demeanor was quiet, he kept to himself. But the Tickler was skilled in the arts of torture. Currently, the Tickler was questioning the villagers, one by one. The main interest was the whereabouts of Beric Dondarrion, former Lord of Blackhaven, and his men, known as the Brotherhood Without Banners. The Brotherhood was making a nuisance of themselves, harrying the Lannisters foraging parties and fighting in the memory of the former King, Robert Baratheon. Lord Gregor's

My sweetling I found your diary unlocked and took a peek. I love your thoughts and decided to leave a few of my own. Hope you don't mind, but if you do, then come find me and scold me most harshly. *smiles with amusement in his grey-green eyes* ~Petyr *She enters the library, stands in front of you blushing deeply* Petyr! Of course I’ll scold you! Those are my private thoughts, the things I’ve written in my journal were not meant for your eyes! If you had done this weeks ago, I’m sure I would have died of embarrassment. Now, however, my feelings for you are no secret. My love for you, an open book, so deep, its knows no bounds. My heart, my soul, no longer my own, they are yours to keep. Yours to do with what you will. I can only pray that you will handle them carefully. Myself, I am yours from head to toe, to use in any way you desire. You know how I desire you, to be with you, to be in your arms, always. *smiles and cups your cheek with my hand, leaning in to kiss your lips,

My Dear One, No man can ever claim you from me. I reserved myself for you. We will have the perfect life. You are My princess, My daughter. Let no prince ask for your hand from me. I am your Father, soon the King of kings. You, My White Queen, are worth loving and deserve a prince like Me. <3s Petyr Read more from Petyr & Alayne here: http://houndgirrl.blogspot.com/p/alaynes-journal.html