My whole body shivered as I cried for my brother and mother. Robb's eyes were still open as he lay dead on the ground of the Frey's dining hall next to his slain pregnant wife. My mother's blood rained down from her neck as she hit the ground, lifeless.
One of the Bolton men covered my mouth, muffling my screams.
"It's all over, my lady" he said, then turned to Lord Roose Bolton "What do we do with this one?"
Lord Bolton, the traitor who had us all fooled, smirked as he wiped my brother's blood off his knife by rubbing the blade against the sleeve of his jacket. "Take her to Winterfell to get her ready for her wedding?"
They cheered maniacally when they heard this. I looked over at Robb's brown eyes, lifeless and numb."He's dead, wolf cub," the man holding me spat into my ear, snickering, dragging me away by force. "You're Ramsay's now."
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FanfictionRamsay Bolton has taken Winterfell. As the son of the Warden of the North, his only hope of keeping Winterfell is by having a Stark by his side... Sansa Stark is hidden away at the Eyrie. Arya Stark is in Braavos. That leaves only Edda Stark, third...
