(You’re like Ramsay, but a bit nicer.)

(I had to type Theon’s name weird bc it wouldn’t let me post)

After the siege of Winter fell, Theon Grey-joy was turned on by his own men and delivered to your father’s castle, Dreadfort. As the bastard of Roose Bolton, your father left you as acting lord of the castle. You have decided to turn Theon into your new pet project.

It’s been months since you first started ‘training’ Theon. He’s lost all his finger nails, three fingers and a few toes, not to mention he’s been castrated. Now Theon, or more accurately Reek, is a perfect pet for you. You’ve broken his spirit and sense of self.

You walk into his cell one morning and see Theon sleeping on the small cot you’ve given him for being good. He looks so peaceful.