Flayer

6.Ramsay

"What do you think of her?" My father asked. I was looking out of my chambers and into the tower where the young Stark girl was. She rested against the window's edge, looking sound asleep. Her vibrantly red hair seemed to shine against the light of the moon. "Ramsay?"

"She must be cold," I said, turning to Roose, "Someone should tuck her in before she sickens"

One of my servants immediately nodded and left the room, closing the door loudly. I turned back to her.

"Will you ignore me any longer, Ramsay?"

I smirked, hiding my annoyance, "Dear father what does it matter what I think of her? I'm to be her husband, I have no choice anyway"

"It was only a matter of sparking conversation" Roose lifted his hands and sighed.

I saw Myranda wake up Edda and lead her to her bed, and so I finally sat down with my father at my table. "She's young. Her mind can be altered to think the way I do, and can make her the perfect wife"

"Yes, but what do you think of her?" Roose asked again.

I finally understood. Picking up one of my blades and twirling it in my hands, I said "She definitely is beautiful. Young and beautiful"

"She's innocent," Roose added, "Small and frail and new to the world of violence-"

"She's not new, she saw her brother fall from the tower, and watched the iron born kill her men, and she watched as our men killed her brother, her mother, and her direwolves-"

"A direwolf," Roose Bolton confessed, "They could only kill her brother's... Her's was too strong, but badly wounded"

"A badly wounded wolf cannot do much-"

"A badly wounded, strong, stark direwolf who's master has been taken away from it can" he said, "You might get a wild addition to your hounds"

I grabbed an apple from a bowl and started peeling it. "How's Walda fairing with my baby sister in her?"

"By the way she's carrying it looks like it's going to be a boy, actually"

I lost focus and cut my finger, watching the blood sink into the white of the apple.

Roose stood up, smiling a crooked smile and said "If you fail to produce an heir, then let's hope the Maesters are right and I have a proper heir"

With that, Lord Bolton banished, and soon Myranda entered.

"What a long day," she sighed.

I smirked, unbuckling my pants as she closed the door.