Troubled

Big Mouth.

'How are you finding it?' Ramsay looks at me.

'Okay.' I shrug.

'Just okay?' Ramsay widens his eyes.

'It's... it's perfect, Lord Bolton.' I smile.

'Good. It's your new home.' Ramsay smiles.

I smile and look forward.

'You look beautiful.' Ramsay smiles and pecks me.

'Thank... thank you.' I stutter.

'Shall we go?' Ramsay looks at me.

'Yes.' I nod and lock arms with Ramsay.

'Good.' Ramsay smiles and starts walking.

'One day I'll be Lord of Winterfell and warden of the north.' Ramsay starts speaking.

'But you're a bastard.' I speak. 'A true born will always have the stronger claim.'

Ramsay stops and looks at me.

'I've been naturalised by a Royal decree from...' Ramsay gets cut off.

'Tommen Baratheon? Another bastard.' I look into his eyes.

Ramsay stares at me.

'Let me escort you to your room.' Ramsay grabs onto my hand.

I pull my hand away and walk in front of him.

'You don't know where you're going.' Ramsay speaks from behind me.

I walk inside the building and slam the doors.

*************

I head inside the bedroom and slam the door, but Ramsay blocks it from shutting and enters.

'You have a big mouth.' Ramsay walks in.

'And you don't.' I sit down and look at him.

'Listen.' Ramsay comes up to me and grabs my chin. 'Your big mouth will get you killed.'

'We'll see about that.' I smile at him and pull his hand away from me.

'YOU ARE MY WIFE! AND YOU ASK ME WHEN TO TALK AND WHEN NOT TO!' Ramsay yells.

'I AM CATHERINE BARATHEON! NOBODY TELLS ME WHAT TO DO!' I yell back.

'Bolton. From now on, you are a Bolton.' Ramsay looks at me.

'Says who?' I laugh.

'Me! I command here! You go by my rules!' Ramsay yells.

I look into his eyes and laugh.

'What is your name?' Ramsay asks.

'Catherine Baratheon.' I look at him.

'What is your name?' Ramsay grabs onto my throat.

'Catherine Baratheon.' I repeat, looking him dead in the eyes.

'What is your name?' Ramsay raises his voice and raises his hand near my head.

'Catherine Baratheon.' I grab onto his hand and stare him in the eyes.

'Hm, you're going to want to let go.' Ramsay smirks.

'Nobody tells me what to do.' I twist his hand.

Ramsay looks at me and struggles.

'What is my name?' I ask.

'Catherine Bolton.' Ramsay smirks while trying to escape my grip.

'Wrong answer. What is my name?' I twist his hand more.

'You are Catherine Bolton.' Ramsay speaks through deep breaths.

'One more try. What is my name?' I look into his eyes while twisting his hand even more.

'CATHERINE BOLTON!' Ramsay yells in my face.

'SAY IT!' I yell, while twisting his hand even harshly.

'CATHERINE BARATHEON! Catherine Baratheon!' Ramsay breathes heavily and looks into my eyes.

'My life, my rules.' I smile while letting go of his hand.

'YOU ARE IN MY TERRITORY!' Ramsay yells and raises his hand again.

'I wouldn't do that if I were you. If your mission is to walk out of this room with a broken hand, ask nicely. We don't have to do this.' I grab his hand.

'Okay okay stop.' Ramsay looks at me.

'Good. Thank you, Lord Bolton.' I smile and let go of his hand.

Ramsay sighs and walks out of the room, while massaging his hand.