Bolton Rising Part 75 - Arya Jeyne & Melly

Oblivious to the plans being made by their men, the two girls spent the afternoon in Melly's dressing room, sorting through her wardrobe in order to temporarily outfit Arya. Normally, Ramsay had all of Arya's clothing meticulously chosen by elite personal shoppers before making the final decisions himself. For now, however, Gregor was allowing no visitors to enter, or even approach, his fortress. The cleaning staff, gardeners, even the chef who came in from town five days a week to prepare their dinners, all had been put on hold until he and Ramsay deemed it safe again. 

Melly knew this was the best way to proceed. She'd been on edge since Sandor Clegane had breached the gates of their home and forced his way into the house. If she had to cook more often and clean the house for a little while, she didn't mind. Before she'd come into Ramsay's possession, she'd had to take care of these kinds of everyday things for herself. 

The house was so vast that she and Arya had spent the morning closing up all the rooms they thought could be done without. They'd covered furniture with sheets, closed the curtains and shut the doors on about half of the house, and by lunch time Melly felt satisfied that they could make do with what was left. The Master and guest suites and her sitting room upstairs, Gregor's office, the great room, library, kitchen, dining room, gym and spa were all left open for use. Everything else was shut away. The house felt smaller now, more intimate. 

After lunch, Gregor and Ramsay had headed into the gym and the girls upstairs. They'd raided Melly's closets, spreading clothes, shoes and lingerie out all over the dressing room and master suite. She found that Arya had similar taste to her own, and being that they were roughly the same size and coloring, it wasn't difficult for Arya to choose several outfits. They'd tried on different combinations of clothing, modeling for each other's approval. 

"Here, put this one on." Melly passed over a handful of lace and ribbon to the other girl. She couldn't help but notice how lovely Arya was as she watched the girl slip into a sheer, black baby doll lingerie set with matching panties and garters. She could see why Ramsay had chosen this girl. He was nothing if not consistent. Again, she thought, they could have been sisters. 

"What do you think?" Arya asked, twirling. Melly could see her pink nipples through the sheer fabric, her full breasts filling the demi cups out perfectly, spilling over just enough, but not too much. 

Smiling, she answered, "You look good enough to eat, I think.”

“I would have to agree with that.” Ramsay leaned against the doorway to the bedroom, smirking as he watched his pretty pet dance around. His dark hair was still damp from the shower and the Bastard of Bolton was dressed in a casual but sophisticated manner. His deadly smile was cool and his pale eyes gleamed with the fading light of the sun filtering in through the windows, ready to venture out in the coming darkness.

Ramsay held out an open hand, respecting the domain of Gregor’s bedroom, while beckoning Arya to come into his embrace. He pulled the half-naked girl close, molding Arya’s feminine frame against his body, while he raised her chin to look straight into her eyes with his possessive gaze. “I’m going out to see the boys, but you’ll be staying here till I return.” Ramsay silenced any protest with a caress of his thumb over the pet’s parting lips, feeling a slight quiver of apprehension and seeing a pooling of tears in her eyes. “While I’m gone, Gregor will be in charge of you. You are to obey and follow his commands in all things, pet. Is that understood?"

With tears in her eyes, Arya watched as Ramsay turned and left her. His goodbye kisses and promises to return did nothing to soothe the burning ache that she felt any time they were apart. She had only just gotten him back, and their time together had been so fleeting that the thought of being without her Master, and now also without the familiar comfort of Skinner to look after her, was unbearable. She knew she was safe here, and she enjoyed the other girl's company, however, Gregor Clegane frightened her more than she cared to admit.

"I'm so sorry, Arya," Melly said softly, crossing the room to stand beside her at the doorway. "I know it must be hard to see him go so soon." Arya turned to face her and saw real sympathy in her green eyes as Melly lifted a hand to brush away the tears that had begun to spill down her cheeks. "No harm will come to you, I promise you. Your Master will return," she said, smiling softly.

Arya allowed Melly to lead her to the bed and gently guide her to sit down on the soft, yellow brocade comforter. The other girl settled herself beside Arya and pulled her close. Ramsay's pet allowed herself to settle into the girl's embrace, resting her head on Melly's shoulder, seeking the comfort she so desperately needed. She could feel the swell of full breasts meeting her own as she leaned in. Her hand rested on the swell of a gracefully curving hip and she realized suddenly that they were both clad in nothing more than a few scraps of silk and lace. She lifted her head and their gazes met. "Don't cry, little one..." Melly murmured, leaning forward ever so slightly to kiss the tears that glistened on Arya's cheeks. "Gregor and I will take care of you."