ENJOY YOU SEXY BASTARDS
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Dinner continued as usual; Catelyn merely observed her children's conversation until she heard laughter from the tables below. Any joy she felt at that moment vanished at the sight before her: the bastard was laughing with Estella and another maid.
"I forbade the bastard from going near the maids, and especially from taking them to bed," Catelyn thought bitterly, as if the bastard knew she was looking at him, turned to look at her, gave her a mocking smile, and blew her a kiss.
That enraged her greatly; she wanted to scream at the bastard and slap him until his cheeks were red, grab him by his curls and spit in his face and have him beg her to leave her alone.
"Mother, are you okay?" Arya asked, making all the anger she had vanish upon hearing her daughter.
"Yes, my child, I am perfectly fine," Catelyn lied so that her children would not worry. When she turned her gaze to where the bastard had been sitting, she realized that he was no longer there, nor were the maids.
" That damned bastard disobeyed an order I gave him ," Catelyn screamed in her mind. Once dinner was over, Catelyn led all her children to their rooms. She had to punish the bastard for disobeying her.
Part of her was excited to punish him, but another part told her to stop, not to go to the bastard's room.
But she couldn't not go; her authority had been challenged. She was the Lady of Winterfell; a mere bastard wasn't going to overstep his bounds.
Once she had kissed her daughter Sansa on the forehead, she headed to the bastard's chambers. As always, the area was empty, and not a soul passed by.
Slowly, she approached the doors to listen to the bastard and the maid. To her surprise, the door was ajar, so Catelyn slowly moved closer to the door to spy.
Her heart was pounding at the thought of two people making love.
"It's rude to spy on people's privacy," a voice whispered behind her, making her jump. When she tried to turn around, the mysterious person caught her off guard and pulled her into the bastard's room.
The strange person's arms were strong; she could feel his strong chest against her back. For some strange reason, Catelyn couldn't scream; no sound came out of her mouth. She wanted to ask the guards for help, but no one would hear her.
When the door closed behind them, the stranger gently released her; he wasn't hurting her.
When she turned around, she saw the bastard smiling mockingly.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Catelyn yelled, annoyed with the bastard.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. What can I do for you, my Lady? Do you need another foot massage, my Lady? Or is this another session like this morning?" the bastard mocked, making Catelyn furious.
"I ordered you to stay away from Estella or any other maid," Catelyn hissed.
"What do I notice, is this jealousy, Lady Catelyn?" said the bastard, feigning shock.
Catelyn slapped him for saying such a thing; undoubtedly, the bastard had gained confidence.
"I just didn't want you using the castle like a whorehouse.
Your father may not care or may pretend not to, but I do," she declared, standing in front of the bastard who still had that mocking smile.
"Oh of course, after all you have followed my activities for a long time, and now that Catelyn, the night is young, we can continue where we left off in the morning," said the bastard as he began to approach her.
"Don't take any more steps bastard or I'll scream," Catelyn warned.
"Are you really going to do it, Catelyn? I saw your face in the dining room, you looked like you were about to explode.
What would you do if you found me with Estella here in bed? Would you join in, or would you masturbate behind the door like a pervert?" the bastard questioned, standing just inches away from her.
"I would shout to the guards and have you thrown out of the castle," Catelyn replied without hesitation.
"It is very cruel, my lady, I am a simple bastard who has done nothing wrong," said the bastard, feigning sadness.
"You are a despicable being, a product of lust. Everyone says you are the best swordsman and a good man, my children idolize you, but they don't see the truth about you," Catelyn spat, aiming to make the bastard feel bad.
"Oh, and what is that truth, my Lady?" the bastard asked, playing with a lock of her hair. Catelyn hadn't noticed when the bastard was standing in front of her; she had let him touch her again.
"That you would take everything from them, betray them at the first opportunity like the treacherous being that you are," she replied, looking him in the eyes.
She wanted to anger him, to make him show his true self and attack her so she could use it against him.
"My lady, you wound me, but I fear you are mistaken. I love my brothers.
But tell me, what did you plan to do tonight? Were you going to punish me for disobedience?" the bastard asked hoarsely, his gray eyes turning as black as night. Catelyn could feel Jon's breath against her face and his lips brushing against hers.
"I wanted to slap you, spit in your face and make you beg for mercy," Catelyn replied contemptuously.
"Do it, spit on me," the bastard said as he opened his mouth.
"What?" Catelyn asked, shocked by what she had just heard.
The bastard was mocking her again, just like the night she asked him for a foot massage.
"I see you like to dominate, you are a fish, but you behave like a wolf, you are a wicked woman, Cat," said the bastard, she shuddered when he called her Cat.
AN:-
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