Domeric Bolton Au: Fought Tooth And Nail And Survived - Tumblr Posts

Lady Arya‌:

She bit her lip harshly again, wincing at the pain. “He said he was your father’s true son.” Perhaps she shouldn’t have said it, but the words were out of her mouth faster than she could think not to. 

She shifts almost uncomfortably then. “I don’t mean to imply ill about your brother.” Does he care for Ramsay as Arya does Jon? Love his brother, as Arya loves her own? She cannot tell yet. 

“And he shall never be nothing more than a Snow.” Once, he would have side differently of Ramsay, but that was before his poisoning. Once, he had intended to legitimize his brother as a Bolton and give him a keep. That had ended when Domeric had nearly died and his brother had tried to insist on replacing him.

When she apologizes for implying ill of his brother he finds himself remembering Ned Stark’s bastard and his tone softens and he speaks softly to the girl his father decided would be his wife. “Unfortunately, not all bastards are as honorable as Lord Commander Snow. I thank you for your words, but sadly my brother and I do not have a good relationship as I had once hoped.”

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Domeric looked at his sister as she returned to the Dreadfort from the long visit she’d been encouraged to go on to their aunt in Barrowton. Father had sent her when Domeric had first started to show signs of falling ill. When it was an illness that had taken the late Lady Bethany, their mother, Domeric had feared that he would get his sister just as sick. That was before he knew why he had fallen ill, before he knew what had really caused him to be so deathly ill that he had nearly passed away. Poison.

He was still paler than when he had last seen Morgan, and he could not help but wonder how much Father had shared with her of what had happened. Had he told her about the bastard? Had he told her that Domeric had been poisoned when he had visited the bastard? Did she know how close her brother had come to death? “Sister, welcome home.”

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domeric was certain that he knew why he’d been named as one of lady stark’s personal guards for the negotiations. his father was at the heart of this, not the young wolf, wishing his heir to be away from where the fighting was the thickest. he’d nearly died two years ago, and while he’d recovered the near loss had meant that his father would be careful with him. a lord is nothing without his heir, and while roose never stated that he was more careful for domeric’s sake the young man knew why. it was not for his love of domeric, no, it was for convenience, had domeric passed he would be pressured to marry again and have a new heir, and roose did found boy lords loathsome. no, domeric at least was a man grown, no chance of a boy lord when roose died there.

roose had only taken him south to keep him from ramsay, he knew, as his father was certain the illness that had nearly taken domeric’s life had been poison. an idea that domeric prayed was not the case, for he had only sought to have the companionship of a brother. family had always been something that he had craved and missed, so in a way he certainly understood some of what lady stark was currently going through, and why she was still in the south with her eldest. she wanted to see her family back together, as he had wanted to see his family become bigger than just himself and his lord father.

“do you think, my lady, that treating with renly will truly work?” he prayed that it would, and that this would not be all for nought.

Lady ‘Arya’​:

ARYA, she is arya.  she must believe it or they shan’t.  but she had been prettier than arya, at least once, before other men had BROKEN HER ( she can still feel the raised scars upon her back if she reaches to brush her fingers against them ).   jeyne thinks, perhaps, she looks pretty now too; she must, as the lady of winterfell, a title she had dreamed about as a girl – but robb had been her husband in those dreams ( he had married a girl named jeyne, she knew, and look where that had gotten him ).

HER TIMIDNESS stays with her, even during the feast, though she sits beside her new husband and tries not to let her feelings betray her too easily.  jeyne knows very little of domeric bolton, only that his father makes her uneasy; that he sits the seat that lord stark had sat once.  “i hope to make you a good wife,” she tells him, reaching to rest her hand lightly over his wrist.  “to make you happy.”

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domeric is well aware, just as aware as his father was, that the girl before him was not in fact arya stark. for one, her eyes were the wrong color entirely. for another, this timid creature was nothing like the girl that he’d heard tales of. lyanna come again, that is what some of the lords had called little arya stark. this girl did not look like she would rather be wrestling in the mud with boys rather that doing embroidery or learning songs. as the new lord of winterfell, so named by his father ( who had also taken the title of the warden of the north for himself ),  he knew that he needed the north to accept his marriage as that to arya stark, even if the girl that he wed and bed was not the late lord eddard’s daughter.

his eyes glance over at her as she speaks, perhaps for the first time since the wedding, and he watches her mannerisms as she does so. “i am sure that you will, my lady,” he responds, putting his own hand upon the one she had placed on his wrist. “i intend to be a good husband to you, as well. i know this is not likely how you imagined your marriage, but i will make an effort to ensure your happiness.”