The Snow Keep

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Petyr stirred in his sleep, reaching out for Alayne to pull her close, but instead felt nothing but emptiness beside him.  "Sweetling..." He called softly, opening his eyes and shielding them with a hand against the morning light that filtered in through the bedroom curtains. When he got no answer, Baelish arose from the bed and slipped into a warm tunic style robe, then went searching for his Little Bird. He expected to find her hopefully in the shower for a pleasant surprise, or in the kitchen for a delicious breakfast, yet neither yielded his desired results. He grew concerned when he found Alayne's suitcases open, her clothing in disarray and felt a cold breeze stir through the house, and noticed the back door wide open. "Alayne!" Petyr grabbed his heavy coat off the chair and headed outside, following the girl's tracks in the snow, searching around desperately the further he got away from the house. Where have you gone, beloved? Baelish...

Alayne slept, curled into Petyr, head resting on his chest. She slept deeply, peacefully, lulled to sleep by their lovemaking, the steady beat of Petyr's heart and the softly falling snow outside the window. My love, she'd thought as she'd drifted off. This is the man who I will spend my life with... I will bear him children and we will be happy, like this, always. It wasn't long before she'd succumbed to sleep, and when she slept, she dreamed. And this dream was not of Sandor Clegane, but the man beside her. This dream was of Petyr. The snow fell over a silent world, so quiet she could hear the whispers of the flakes as they touched the ground. It was a beautiful scene, the castle garden covered with freshly fallen snow, untouched, but for the footprints she left behind her. She didn't belong here. Alayne felt an ache deep in her tummy, one of loss, empty, longing for home, for what once had been. She was dressed warmly, a woolen gown, high boots ...

After her session with Skinner, Arya returned to the Master bedroom and went shakily to the dressing table, running a brush through her tangled hair. "Why don't you want to hurt me like the others do?" She asked suddenly, almost without realizing she had spoken the words out loud, staring at the reflection in the mirror, waiting for an answer. "Who are you speaking to pet?" Ramsay asked as he came up behind you, his hands slipping over her shoulders and sliding up around her neck, a dangerous menace radiating from his pale eyes as he stared at her reflection in the mirror. "Are you thinking of someone other than me?" He asked, his voice lowering to a dark whisper as his hands moved down into the opening of Arya's robe, parting the silky material and letting if fall off, her pretty tits revealed to his assessing gaze. She was not expecting her Master's voice behind her and her heart skipped a beat when his hands touched her should...

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"The Boss is going to be delayed for awhile, but he wants me to come keep you company." Skinner announced as he walked into the living room, Ramsay's pet standing up quickly and smoothly her hair, looking suddenly timid and nervous. "I won't hurt you girl. The Boss just wants a little show." Skinner smirked as he removed Arya's skirt and panties, leaving the heels on as ordered, amused by Ramsay's sexual kinks. He pushed her down on the sofa, spreading her legs wide and making sure the security cameras could see you clearly. Arya fell back onto the sofa, feeling safer with Skinner than she did when she was in Damon's hands. She didn't resist as he spread her wide, watching as he looked down at her, freshly waxed and his to enjoy. Her clit throbbed and she knew she was getting wet under his gaze. "We must be sure to make him happy, then." She whispered. "I don't think that will be a problem. You love to please...

As Ramsay walked through the corridors of his compound, he remembered the first time he'd ever heard of the name Theon Greyjoy. His father, Roose Bolton had been stalled for months in a corporate takeover of the Greyjoy shipping empire and was growing increasingly displeased as the hostile acquisition was being delayed by meaningless court orders. "Ramsay... I want you and your gang of misfits to capture Balon's only son. Take the daughter too if you can manage it. But bring me Theon Greyjoy and the Dreadfort will be yours to do with as you please." Roose had explained in his office, while Ramsay glared at the man who had abandoned him and his mother to a hellish destitution. "Yes, you will give me that father... Along with your name, and acknowledge in writing and public decree that I am your sole heir. People will know me as a Bolton from now on." Ramsay had countered with a devilish smirk, knowing he had cornered his father by the balls. Wi...