WELL FLAYED [Game Of Thrones: The Boltons]

7. Hunting Party

"FIVE MORE ARROWS LEFT DELILAH! If you managed to dodge it all, you WIN!"

Ramsay's hysterical voice echoed through the woods. It urged a young honey-haired lady to run faster. Her eyes were bloodshot red from crying, her breathing was ragged, her body was shivering out of pure fear. However, she started to get sloppy, since her feet were bleeding- all because she didn't have shoes to protect herself from the sharp rocks and broken twigs on the ground.

A sound of a plucked string, cut through the air. Delilah glimpsed behind to see but there was nothing. Though when she tried to move again, she felt something dampen her back. She tried to inspect and her eyes went wide when she realized that it was her blood that soaked her. Ramsay had got her with his arrow that landed on the side of her lower back, a very vital part that hit her kidney inside.

Delilah started to weaken. The way she ran turned into limping. This made it easier for Ramsay to have a better aim of her leg even though he was far behind. He was successful, and the girl fell face first on the ground. However, Delilah still managed to get up. She was wounded with two arrows stuck to her body, but it did not break her will to escape.

Ramsay smiled from afar seeing the resistance of Delilah. This would be a hunt that would keep him the whole day, one that he would enjoy.

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WITH THEIR STRONG GALLOPS, the horses pulled the wagon at the entrance of Oldwood, the nearby village to Dreadfort. Nisha was sitting beside Yorr at the front and she couldn't help but look in awe at the place filled with various goods to be traded. There were also a lot of people coming from other villages to buy and sell. Oldwood was, after all, a known market town around the place.

Getting here wasn't easy, considering that Dreadfort was on a lookout for their lady. She only slipped past through them when she disguised herself as a boy beside Yorr- who was also in the guise of someone else: a miller covered in heavy fur coat with a hood that hid his orange hair. As for the wagon, they borrowed it from Gartney, the stableboy, in exchange for a silver spoon.

Nisha's owl came with her. Mir would sometimes be on Nisha's shoulder and sometimes be on Yorr's head, making his curly hair her nest. The whole trip was pleasing, and it even got more pleasing when they arrived in Oldwood.

Lady Nisha explored the place, always dragging and pulling Yorr to the corners of her choosing. They would go see the stall that sold jags of honeywine, to the stalls that sold spices and herbs. She was fascinated and the whole experience gave her joy. She even tried free testing, be it on a perfume, or a delicacy, or the little games that they set out for the visitors; like for instance, the ring toss, spin the wheel, gambling with dice and the pig race. Lady Nisha went nuts. It was like the little festival she always dreamed to go but was robbed off from her when they gave her to the Eyrie. They were always so strict and loved isolation, she felt like she'd go mad. But not here in Oldwood. Her childish spirit came around again.

"Yorr!" Nisha called. "Let's go play darts next!" But she didn't wait for his reply, she dragged him with her immediately.

The two of them got into its stall and Nisha quickly collected the darts that would be thrown. "Are you sure, mi'lady?" Yorr spoke, humor in his voice. "You can't even shoot an arrow properly."

She gave him a sly smirk. "Well, darts are different from arrows."

Nisha took one then sent it flying. Its pointy end pierced through the wind, paralleling at the same time the arrow that Ramsay shoot to the girl he was hunting in the woods. He had five arrows, but now there were only two left. The other two were deep in the flesh of Delilah, while the other one was a hit and miss.