Flayer

3.Edda

Winterfell didn't look like home.

The Great Keep was almost completely burnt down. Only the stone walls remained, and now Bolton banners hung everywhere.

Roose Bolton had taken on the job of riding me into Winterfell, as he saw it unfit for anyone else to. His men rode behind us as the gates opened for him.

"My son will take good care of you, Lady Stark" he promised.

I knew he was lying, but I nodded anyway, looking at the Bolton banner over the entrance to the Keep and trying to hide my tears.

I started to think of any possible way for me to escape this hell. I could try and send Jon a letter, or-or maybe Arya is nearby. Or-or maybe uncle Benjen could come. Or-or Sansa, or-or Bran, or-

My mind completely froze when I saw him. He wore Bolton clothes and had pale skin and strikingly blue eyes. His hair was dark, and his smile crooked. Just looking at him made me tremble in fear. I knew all about Ramsay Bolton and how he liked to hurt people. Now, I was expected to marry him after I watched his father killed my family. 

"Ramsay!" Lord Roose Bolton called for the monster "Will you come help your bride down?"

"At once, father," his mischievous voice made me shiver. He walked towards me, his eyes never looking away from mine. Ramsay paused when he was in front of me... Then... Slowly.... Smirked.

"Don't be afraid, little she-wolf," he insisted, extending his hand.

Tears poured down my face as I placed my hand on his, and he gripped my side to pull me down. My feet hit the ground, and I realized how much bigger he was than me. About a head and a half taller, and bulkier. I imagined all the possible ways he could use his strength against me, and almost broke out into a complete sob.

He wiped a tear off my face, saying "You're home, my lady. You're safe from the Lannisters!"

He noticed I was shivering, and thought it was the cold. "Let us come inside. It's much too cold for a lady like you to be here"

I reluctantly followed him into the Great Keep, and on the way inside I saw a girl with brown hair and a bow slung over her looking at me murderously from the stables

Ramsay saw her too and smiled down at me, clutching my shoulder tight and saying "That's your handmaiden, Myranda" before we went into the warmth of the Keep.