I read the letter over again. Myranda leaned over my shoulder, reading it as well as she gripped tight to my sides.
"A bride!" She laughed. I looked up at Reek, who flinched when my eyes met his and looked down at the ground.
I smirked at my servant's misery before looking down at the letter again "A Stark bride, yes... Yes, I needed one"
"Just to conceive an heir, correct?" Myranda raised her eyebrow at me.
"Don't be stupid, of course not," I got up from the bed, cupping her face in my hands, lightly pinching her earlobes "I need her to control all of the North!"
She clenched her jaw "I'm still yours, my lord. You know that?"
"Of course you'll still be mine," I mocked her "You think I'll only want to fuck her?"
I let go of her, walking over to Reek and re-handing him the letter. "Tell the Maester to send a letter immediately saying that I await my bride patiently."
"Y-yes, my lord," Reek muttered.
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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...
