She was feeling no better three nights later, her meals reappearing of their own accord when she longed for them not to. And what seemed as false as his words, he didn't touch her once either. He just watched as she bathed and dressed, those piercing blue eyes making her uncomfortable and it wasn't in a nice way either.
The broth that was brought to her made her stomach curdle and she pushed it from her, her nose wrinkling at the smell. He watched and gave her the usual smug, sick smirk. "What ever is the matter?" He mocked and she looked from him. "You look quite peaky."
"I'm unwell." She mumbled and he made a feigning surprised face. "I would never of known that if the stench of vomit wasn't enough proof." He quipped plainly and she shot him an irritated look. "Get used to it. I doubt I'll become well overnight if it hasn't happened yet so perhaps you should allow me to have my own chambers so you don't have to put up with the stench of vomit then?"
He chuckled, cocking two fingers and beckoning her forward with a dangerous smirk. "Come here."
Not wanting to but knowing the consequences if she didn't, she dragged herself reluctantly over to him. He took hold of her waist and she tried not to scowl as he pulled her down onto his lap. But she did when his hands moved elsewhere. "I'm sick." She tried to protest and he grinned sadistically. "And I don't doubt that, but you still have a duty to me, and you haven't done such duties in three mornings and three nights."
She looked from him and he watched her expectantly. "Don't go quiet now, Callidora. Had you not of sent Myranda falling to her death I wouldn't be insisting on you like this." He admonished and that made her look back him. "She killed your heir, my child. It was justified, and you, caught up with the good fuck she gave you, no doubt, wouldn't of done anything. And I had no connection to her so yes, I sent her tumbling off the battlements and she screamed as she fell. And she was going to maim me with an arrow, so do forgive me if I wanted to keep all of me intact."
A smirk tore at his lips. "You don't miss anything, do you? Much like I didn't miss this." His hand moulded over her stomach and she tried to pull from him but he held on with an arrogant, disgusting smile. "Did you think I wouldn't notice it? I don't like being played as a fool, Callidora. And I want to see for myself."
Her jaw clenched and she tried to pull back but for someone who was just a hair taller than her, he was strong enough to hold her to him while he tore at her nightgown with ease. She was surprised she even had nightgowns left. He looked at the physical changes that were apparent even now with a victorious smirk. "Sixteen moons, didn't you say? Not even three this time, Callidora. I dare say this shall get easier with time."
Hate burned in her eyes. "I hope its a girl." She choked out and he chuckled dryly. "As you keep saying. I suppose we'll have an inkling within two moons, but this is a cause to be celebrated. Your brothers would love to know this fantastic news, wouldn't they? We must send them a letter with the wonderful news."
She paled and this time, he let her move off of him. "How long have you known?" She whispered and he nudged his shoulders while reaching for an apple and a dagger. "Since you brought your evening meal out onto my floor. And I went to pay our old friend Maester Wolkan a visit. He shook in his boots when I walked in. Quite funny, actually. I told him what I saw and thought and he told me that you could very well be with child."
"You enjoy tormenting him, don't you?" She whispered and she saw a hint of a smile on his lips. "Perhaps, but seeing that growing mound on your stomach clarified it. But the real question is, how long have you known?"
She turned away from him and he chuckled. "I believe I have my answer. And I thought you agreed not to lie to me, Callidora." He continued and she kept her face turned away from him. "I didn't lie, actually. I just didn't tell you." She corrected and he made an ahing sound. "But I asked you, if I remember correctly and I'm quite sure I do, I asked you if there was anything you had to tell me, and you said no."
Her moss green eyes widened slightly and she turned to look at him while he peeled his fruit with that bloody dagger of his. "So you're going to beat me then? You can't hurt me or you risk losing your heir." She said with a slightly smug smile. At least there was one plus to carrying his disgusting heirs. They weren't disgusting in the sense of things, but being made and forced to carry them as a mare was.
He chuckled, popping a bit of apple peel into his mouth. "Is that what you believe? There are many ways to hurt someone, Callidora. Mentally, physically, emotionally. I can beat you, as you worded it, however I like." He looked at her slowly fading smile with one, much smugger and darker one of his own. "So you see -you could be pregnant over and over again for the next four years. It matters not." He continued simply with another chuckle, this one much more menacing.
Blue eyes looked to her terrified green ones and he smirked at the terror in them. "So you cannot win this foolish battle you think you can still win." He resumed peeling his apple. "And I believe I told you to come here, and come here you will do and will remain. Do I need to repeat myself? You should know by now how much I hate repeating myself."
Her eyes found the dirtied floor and she shuffled herself forward unwillingly. She wanted to run away as he pulled her down onto his lap once again, blue eyes staring into her green ones. "Now, I want you to, persuade me, not to punish you for lying to me. You know how. Remember, Callidora, you did such a good job last time." He whispered in her ear and she grimaced, tears pooling in her eyes.
It was like a storm. He could be calm and the storm would not strike, like he was being so far at the moment. Or he could be volatile and strike her down over and over again. The power could switch between them at any moment, and he mostly held it.
"I don't want to." She whispered. "I don't want to let you win."
He smiled arrogantly to her and he almost destroyed her as he brushed the lose tears from her cheek. "But I have won, Callidora. I won the first time you got pregnant, and now you are pregnant again, and if you don't want such awful, painful marks to cover your skin. Like I just told you, my beautiful but not quite smart wife, you have no choice but to do as I ask. I will kill your brothers, and then you will be all alone, with no one to turn to other than me."
Tears dripped down her cheeks. "I just want to go home." She whispered and he gave her the most false, sympathetic look in the history of false sympathetic looks. "But you are a Bolton now, and this is your home now. It will be your child's home, my heirs home. You cannot leave and go to a place that would cast you out because you carry their enemies heir within you. Nathanial fought for you because you weren't pregnant, but now you are. Would he do it again?"
That made her shake her head weakly. "He loves me and he promised father he would take care of me." She whispered and he smirked slightly. "Yes, but that was before I took your virginity and made you soon to be fat with child. You've been spoiled and ruined and broken beyond repair, Callidora. You can't mend something that can't be fixed, can you?"
Swallowing back her pain, she shook her head. "No, you can't, but I'm not broken, not to me." She whispered and he levelled her with a look that told her not to argue or she'd regret it. Her bottom lip quivered. "But you will be when I'm finished with you, Callidora, and then once I slaughter all your brothers, you'll have no one left but me."
Settling back in the chair, he gave her an expectant look. "Now, don't you have something to do?"