WELL FLAYED [Game Of Thrones: The Boltons]

17. Vengeance

LADY NISHA WITH HER HORSE, neared the path to Oldwood.

Her plan was to travel farther North to reach the House of her father, the Last Hearth. However, darkness came shortly and claimed all the lands, leaving her stranded in a field under the moonless skies.

She was shivering in cold, since she had to go through her wet clothes the whole journey, and now was starving, as in her haste she forgot to pack something to nimble on.

It was like her flight from the Arryns all over again, but this time it was from the Boltons. Who knew that she would run away twice?

At that moment, she just wanted to go home with the comforts of her real family.

Nisha touched her belly. She could feel another soul growing inside it. "You'll be an Umber." She whispered softly. "Only an Umber..."

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MYRANDA HELPED RAMSAY GET on the operating table, while Maester Aton rushed to grab the sterilized needle and catgut.

"His shirt." Maester Aton pointed out, and Myranda immediately ripped it open, revealing Ramsay's bleeding stab wound in the middle of his chest.

The maester then inserted the sharp point of the needle into his skin from the wound's edge and began stitching. Everytime the needle went in and the catgut pass through, Ramsay winced and groaned wildly. There was no concoction to dull his senses, and so he felt all the excruciating sensation of the thin metal going in and out of his lacerated flesh.

Maester Aton went for an hour dressing his cut since it was a long and tedious procedure. According to the findings of the old maester, the stab wound was deep, but fortunately, the blade missed the heart. Ramsay Snow then, would live. However, Maester Aton insisted that he should be in bed rest for at least three days.

Though, Ramsay was too obstinate to follow the maester's insights. Rage and fury fueled him to have his strength back. He was determined to seek retribution from what she did.

"That hateful bitch..." Ramsay chuckled wantonly as he wore a new tunic over his bandages. "I'll find her and I'll make sure I'll never spare her life again."

"Ramsay..." Myranda gripped his arm to stop him from leaving the room. "Lady Nisha.... she's...."

"What?!"

"She's..."

Spit it out!"

"She's with child!"

Her words struck him like icicles driven by a cold blizzard, making Ramsay freeze.

"She's carrying your heir." Myranda continued. "And she's alone out there in the cold. We have some enemies of our House lingering around, if they learned she's under House Bolton, she could be in danger."

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AT THE DISTANCE, LADY NISHA saw a flicker of warm light, possibly from flaming embers. She needed warmth for the night, so she followed it until she neared a campsite in a clearing.

'A bear there was
A bear, a bear
All black and brown
And covered in hair

Three boys, a goat
And a dancing bear
They danced and spun
Up to the fair'

Five men were singing in jouissance around the bonfire. They were filled with merriment as they feasted on roasted rabbits and ale.

The delicious scent of their meal made her mouth water. She touched her belly; she could feel her little babe in her womb craving for a fill.