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Tainted (a Fanfiction story based on Game of Thrones Series) 02
Since I'm a fan of #GOTseries, and deeply inlove with Jon Snow, I've made a fanfiction story out of the original existing characters. Hope you all like it. Happy reading, everyone📖😘
Please note that I do not own most of the characters and scenes in this story.
I made up just quite a few of them. Hahahaha. I know you'll be mislead by this story but please bear with me. It's just a fanfiction, alright😂😂😂😁✌️
Chapter Two: Rage
I slightly opened my eyes when I smelled the aroma of my favorite hotpie. I felt my stomache crumbled. I slowly rose from the bed. Good heavens, I can barely move my body now. Must be because of the ointments and herbs someone had put on my bruises and wounds. I just recalled what happened earlier. I had just fainted when they brought me here. I tried to stand but my legs were painfully shaking and I fell down. Too bad, I couldn't steady my legs. So I grab the wooden edge of the bed gaining strength from it and I crawled back to bed.
As I had settled back, the door had just bursts open. I was shocked and fear took over me when I saw Jon stormed inside the Chamber. Along with him was Samwell Tarly. His confidant and bestfriend. From what I had heard, they both went beyond North of the wall and met with the freefolks there.
"Get up, Racy Bolton! You shouldn't be here! You should be kept locked in the dungeon, not here."
He said. His cold gaze was at me.
"Jon. I think this might not be the best time to take her back to the dungeon. As we can see, she's still very weak."
Pity for her and hesitation to follow Jon's command were written in Samwell Tarley's face.
"No. She must be acting weak to seek empathy from us. Get her up, Sam."
I slowly cowered at the very edge of the bed because of fear. If his men have hurt me this much, so was Jon Snow.
"S-stay away from me. Please don't hurt me."
I cried and my whole body trembled in horror.
"Have mercy, Lord Snow. Please."
I pleaded. Then he eyed on me. Not even blinking a bit.
Was he mad?
"And why would I even do that when you're the most precious prize that was paid to Starks by your own father? Your bloodline screamed of treason, Racy Bolton."
Upon hearing his words, it made me shiver.
"Truth is, I was not really pleased to accept you as a prize of your father's treason. But, since you were the only true born heiress of Ross Bolton,you'd might be sufficient enough."
I sensed danger in his words.
"Would you spare me from my father's treason if I would swear to you my loyalty, Lord Snow? If you'd let me, it would be such an honor to serve you and the Stark family. Please, have mercy. I beg you.."
"Jon..what do you think?"
Samwell Tarly was moved by her plea and he looked at Jon.
"You were trying to bribe me with such deceiving words. 'Might Samwell pitied you, Racy Bolton. But I wasn't."
There was a pure indication of raging cruelty and hatred on Jon Snow as he was about to pull her arms. But she flinched.
"Lord Snow, please..I swear to obey everything as you command. Just never locked me up in the dungeon again." as I recalled those tortures and beatings from his men, I swallowed in terror.
I was hopeless. My life was at Jon Snow's mercy. Even if I secretly loved this man, I confess, I still fear him for own my life. This love I felt for him was only one-sided and I was born a Bolton, and no one could ever changed that fact.
Jon walked out of the door in outrage. And Sam followed his back.
"Please,Jon. Never do such acts that were no longer out of you control. I understand that you loathe the Bolton's and the Karstark's but it was unjust to put justice in your own hands. It's not the real Jon Snow I knew."
He said softly to Jon.
"Then what can you suggest, Samwell Tarly? Should I let her be free and happily roam this vast land of North while I still mourn for my family members' death?"
His voice were full of hurt and grief. Sam could see it in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Jon. Still, it's not right of me to advise you on what to do but perhaps you might consider and hear that girl's plea."
He softly tapped Jon's shoulder and walked towards his chambers where Gilly and little Sam stayed,leaving Jon standing at the corridor.
Silently lost in his thoughts, Jon finds himself at the crypt. He was standing in front of Ned's Stark's tomb.
"Father..I missed you. You must be proud of me. I could finally give justice of Mother and Robb's death."
Bitter tears fell in his eyes.
Things might be different if his father was still alive. But with such no luck, things never turned the way he wanted.
To be continued... 😉
© melai2020
#WritcoPrompt #writcostories #writcostorychallenge #Writcowriters
Please note that I do not own most of the characters and scenes in this story.
I made up just quite a few of them. Hahahaha. I know you'll be mislead by this story but please bear with me. It's just a fanfiction, alright😂😂😂😁✌️
Chapter Two: Rage
I slightly opened my eyes when I smelled the aroma of my favorite hotpie. I felt my stomache crumbled. I slowly rose from the bed. Good heavens, I can barely move my body now. Must be because of the ointments and herbs someone had put on my bruises and wounds. I just recalled what happened earlier. I had just fainted when they brought me here. I tried to stand but my legs were painfully shaking and I fell down. Too bad, I couldn't steady my legs. So I grab the wooden edge of the bed gaining strength from it and I crawled back to bed.
As I had settled back, the door had just bursts open. I was shocked and fear took over me when I saw Jon stormed inside the Chamber. Along with him was Samwell Tarly. His confidant and bestfriend. From what I had heard, they both went beyond North of the wall and met with the freefolks there.
"Get up, Racy Bolton! You shouldn't be here! You should be kept locked in the dungeon, not here."
He said. His cold gaze was at me.
"Jon. I think this might not be the best time to take her back to the dungeon. As we can see, she's still very weak."
Pity for her and hesitation to follow Jon's command were written in Samwell Tarley's face.
"No. She must be acting weak to seek empathy from us. Get her up, Sam."
I slowly cowered at the very edge of the bed because of fear. If his men have hurt me this much, so was Jon Snow.
"S-stay away from me. Please don't hurt me."
I cried and my whole body trembled in horror.
"Have mercy, Lord Snow. Please."
I pleaded. Then he eyed on me. Not even blinking a bit.
Was he mad?
"And why would I even do that when you're the most precious prize that was paid to Starks by your own father? Your bloodline screamed of treason, Racy Bolton."
Upon hearing his words, it made me shiver.
"Truth is, I was not really pleased to accept you as a prize of your father's treason. But, since you were the only true born heiress of Ross Bolton,you'd might be sufficient enough."
I sensed danger in his words.
"Would you spare me from my father's treason if I would swear to you my loyalty, Lord Snow? If you'd let me, it would be such an honor to serve you and the Stark family. Please, have mercy. I beg you.."
"Jon..what do you think?"
Samwell Tarly was moved by her plea and he looked at Jon.
"You were trying to bribe me with such deceiving words. 'Might Samwell pitied you, Racy Bolton. But I wasn't."
There was a pure indication of raging cruelty and hatred on Jon Snow as he was about to pull her arms. But she flinched.
"Lord Snow, please..I swear to obey everything as you command. Just never locked me up in the dungeon again." as I recalled those tortures and beatings from his men, I swallowed in terror.
I was hopeless. My life was at Jon Snow's mercy. Even if I secretly loved this man, I confess, I still fear him for own my life. This love I felt for him was only one-sided and I was born a Bolton, and no one could ever changed that fact.
Jon walked out of the door in outrage. And Sam followed his back.
"Please,Jon. Never do such acts that were no longer out of you control. I understand that you loathe the Bolton's and the Karstark's but it was unjust to put justice in your own hands. It's not the real Jon Snow I knew."
He said softly to Jon.
"Then what can you suggest, Samwell Tarly? Should I let her be free and happily roam this vast land of North while I still mourn for my family members' death?"
His voice were full of hurt and grief. Sam could see it in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Jon. Still, it's not right of me to advise you on what to do but perhaps you might consider and hear that girl's plea."
He softly tapped Jon's shoulder and walked towards his chambers where Gilly and little Sam stayed,leaving Jon standing at the corridor.
Silently lost in his thoughts, Jon finds himself at the crypt. He was standing in front of Ned's Stark's tomb.
"Father..I missed you. You must be proud of me. I could finally give justice of Mother and Robb's death."
Bitter tears fell in his eyes.
Things might be different if his father was still alive. But with such no luck, things never turned the way he wanted.
To be continued... 😉
© melai2020
#WritcoPrompt #writcostories #writcostorychallenge #Writcowriters
