Ramsay made changes to the Sea Bitch. And not just in command. He delighted in showing Theon these changes, how he had ripped out entire consoles and replaced them with inorganic technology. He got rid of every aqua bed and chamber onboard, from the general quarters to the recreation deck. He removed every bit of furniture and décor with the Greyjoys’ royal crest on it, and what he couldn’t remove he simply lasered off or hacked away. The money he made from selling these things went to the replacement furniture, mostly gold-plated monstrosities imported from Leonia, as the port they’d landed in specialized in such things.
The one exception was the monstrous bed he bought to replace the aqua bed in Theon’s chambers. It took two burly Ursine dockworkers to bring the thing aboard. The frame was a sleek, polished leather and the sheets were real fur—it was a bed made of dead things. Red, silken drapes were brought in to cover the luminescent walls, and thick carpeting was rolled in to cover the hard floors. It clashed terribly, but Ramsay was pleased.
Theon knew Ramsay was repurposing his room and wondered where that would leave him. He’d been spending his nights on the cold floor, since Ramsay refused to learn to use the aqua bed. The shag carpeting was ugly, but it would be softer than the floor. Though Theon suspected he would more likely be relegated to one of the lesser quarters, or even the brig.
He was surprised on the first night after leaving port when Ramsay beckoned him to follow, as per usual. Well, not per usual, because usually Ramsay would just leave him on the floor and then leave. Tonight, however, he sealed the door behind them and ordered Theon to get onto bed.
Theon began to crawl onto the bed, wishing he didn’t have to be so efficient about it. Is he going to stay? Of course he’s going to stay, this is his bed. He didn’t get it for me. The mattress was soft and dipped under his weight, such as it was. He hadn’t slept in a traditional bed since Lyca, and while it wasn’t like aqua-sleeping, he had to admit there was a certain comfort to it. At least, there would be if Ramsay wasn’t still in the room, shrugging off his red coat. Oh God. Is he…is he going to…he wouldn’t!
Ramsay made changes to the Sea Bitch. And not just in command. He delighted in showing Theon these changes, how he had ripped out entire consoles and replaced them with inorganic technology. He got rid of every aqua bed and chamber onboard, from the general quarters to the recreation deck. He removed every bit of furniture and décor with the Greyjoys’ royal crest on it, and what he couldn’t remove he simply lasered off or hacked away. The money he made from selling these things went to the replacement furniture, mostly gold-plated monstrosities imported from Leonia, as the port they’d landed in specialized in such things.The one exception was the monstrous bed he bought to replace the aqua bed in Theon’s chambers. It took two burly Ursine dockworkers to bring the thing aboard. The frame was a sleek, polished leather and the sheets were real fur—it was a bed made of dead things. Red, silken drapes were brought in to cover the luminescent walls, and thick carpeting was rolled in to cover the hard floors. It clashed terribly, but Ramsay was pleased.Theon knew Ramsay was repurposing his room and wondered where that would leave him. He’d been spending his nights on the cold floor, since Ramsay refused to learn to use the aqua bed. The shag carpeting was ugly, but it would be softer than the floor. Though Theon suspected he would more likely be relegated to one of the lesser quarters, or even the brig.He was surprised on the first night after leaving port when Ramsay beckoned him to follow, as per usual. Well, not per usual, because usually Ramsay would just leave him on the floor and then leave. Tonight, however, he sealed the door behind them and ordered Theon to get onto bed.Theon began to crawl onto the bed, wishing he didn’t have to be so efficient about it. Is he going to stay? Of course he’s going to stay, this is his bed. He didn’t get it for me. The mattress was soft and dipped under his weight, such as it was. He hadn’t slept in a traditional bed since Lyca, and while it wasn’t like aqua-sleeping, he had to admit there was a certain comfort to it. At least, there would be if Ramsay wasn’t still in the room, shrugging off his red coat. Oh God. Is he…is he going to…he wouldn’t!
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