After the first round of
got_exchange we had a surprisingly successful comment fic meme going for a while (
here's a list of all the fics that were written last time), so I thought it might be fun to do this again. (Like last time, it's posted on the mod account journal because I don't want to enable anonymous comments on the exchange community.)
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“Walda!” roared Roose, as he stormed through the Dreadfort, making his way towards his wife’s chambers. This was his castle, and no one, not even his lady, had a right to meddle in certain things.
He found Walda calmly sewing by a window. From the sheer amount of pink cloth in her hands, he wagered that she was making him another cloak. If she kept making them at this rate, they would have enough to outfit a small army.
“Yes, my Lord?” she replied calmly.
“You burned my leeches.”
“Oh, those terrible things. They leave such ugly marks on your skin, and they scare the children. Besides, the maester has plenty more leeches if you so desire.”
“Those were my leeches. Do you know how many years it has taken me to breed specific strains of them? What do you expect me to do when I have ( ... )
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I almost feel sorry for Roose, but not quite. Nice to see Walda get her way, and I have a feeling that the poor little direwolf is going to be wearing pink bows on its collar for the rest of its life.
Thank you so much for filling this. I loved it!
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The direwolf in pink bows...my mind was not prepared for the hilarity of that image.
Thanks for your comment, glad you liked it!
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The world can never have enough Bolton crackfic.
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