The Snow Keep

Following the chaos from the shootout at the hospital and against doctors' orders, Petyr Baelish had himself, his fiancée Alayne and bodyguard Sandor Clegane airlifted to his beach house along the rocky shore of a small island retreat. The Fingers was an isolated remote area, but heavily secured and fortified against outward attacks, an investment the Mockingbird had made years ago during his initial rise to power. Still weak from his debilitating undiagnosed health scare, Petyr took to plenty of bed rest or like the present moment, sitting outside on the bedroom's scenic veranda. From there, he could enjoy watching the tranquil sea, sipping mint tea while he dealt with business matters over the phone or by Internet. He heard Alayne's sweet laughter and looked out to see his Little Bird walking along the beach, feet wading in the water and collecting seashells as trinkets again, no doubt. Petyr smiled since the house was already filled with them in every room, but h

By Guest Author Serafina Snow 'Touch or aid my wife in any way, wench, and I will have all your fingers flayed by Ben Bones himself.' Lord Ramsay's words echo through her head as she stands there crying, not knowing what to do. She looks over towards Arya Jeyne for any sign of life but sees nothing. She isn't moving, isn't crying and doesn't even appear to be breathing. I've got to at least make sure she's still alive. Surely Lord Ramsay would want to know right away if his beloved wife is dead. She starts to panic, not knowing how she can accomplish this without disobeying Lord Ramsay. Frantically looking around, she spies a spoon on the table. She quickly grabs it along with a lit candle and rushes over to Arya Jeyne's side, making sure to abide by her master's words and not touch her in any way. Arya Jeyne is lying in a crumpled heap on the floor on her stomach. Her face is slightly turned to the side however, with her nose and mouth expose

After a long ride back to Agent Stannis’s headquarters, Reek and Arya had been separated and confined into holding rooms, awaiting further interrogations. Another cell ... Reek thought as he paced back and forth from one blank slate of grey wall to the next in an endless cycle, muttering to himself incoherently. Trapped again like a rat and always someone's prisoner . He stopped suddenly, staring at the small bed cot, seeing it for the first time and sat down, holding his head between two mangled hands. The ruined shell of a man rocked himself, his whole body trembling visibly as constant fears rose up to assault a fragile broken mind. He will be so angry with me . Reek began to weep, knowing Ramsay would make him suffer terribly for taking the girl. The Bastard of Bolton would never kill him, for the devil took great delight in making his former pet beg for an end to his miserable existence. The dark monster that lurked behind those cold pale eyes was more frightening than anyt

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