Troubled

Dinner With The Boltons.

'Dinner's ready.' Ramsay walks into the room.

'Okay. I'm coming now.' I look at him.

'Hurry.' he speaks.

'You do not rush me.' I look into his eyes.

'Oh you sure are a difficult woman.' Ramsay laughs.

'You do know you're gonna die, right?' I ask.

'Is that a threat?' Ramsay walks towards me.

'It might be.' I cross my arms.

'Do you not know how to keep your mouth shut?' Ramsay walks up to me and pins me to the wall.

'Not really what Baratheons are known for.' I smirk.

'Hurry up. Dinner's ready.' Ramsay lets go of me and walks out.

I smile.

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

At the Dinner Table:
'It's funny, you know?' I speak.

Ramsay shoots me a look.

'You're all gonna die. This might just be your last meal.' I smile. 'Enjoy.'

'What was that, My Lady?' Roose asks.

'I think what I said was pretty clear. Would you like me to repeat?' I ask Roose.

'Catherine... it's not the time.' Ramsay grabs my thigh and whispers.

'Just giving a heads up.' I smile and look forward.

'My Lady, you know it's not nice to threaten a Bolton.' Walda looks at me.

'You do know a Baratheon always wins?' I ask her.

'That's enough.' Ramsay grabs my thigh again.

Walda sighs and continues eating her food.

'You're just like your dad, and your mum. A mix of both really.' Roose smiles.

'I think I know my mum and dad pretty well, but thanks for the reminder.' I smile.

'Okay let's go.' Ramsay puts his fork down and grabs me.

Roose looks at me.

'Enjoy your dinner.' I smile and get up.

'Are you out of your mind?' Ramsay asks while walking away with me.

'Oh, my apologies. Was I a bit rude?' I laugh.

'You will die, you know that right?' Ramsay asks while holding my hand.

'Maybe. But not yet. I'm not done with you people yet.' I chuckle.

Ramsay chuckles and pushes me into the room.