Flayer

11.Edda

Before lunch, Myranda and Wylla took it upon themselves to fix my hair up into a beautifully braided bun, adorned with flowers of blue and black to match my afternoon dress. From the way I looked at myself in the mirror before me, I'm sure they could tell how happy I was with the look.

"I've heard you successfully seduced lord Ramsay," Wylla said, giggling, "How'd you do it?"

I forced a smile, hiding my real feelings: Sorrow for my deceased brother, guilt towards my family, anger towards the Boltons, and a never ending fear of the Flayer. I had to act as if I was in love with him, and happy with my life.

"Ramsay is kind," I started to put on my favorite diamond necklace "And he cares about his wife to be-"

"He cares about his heir to be," Myranda mumbled, humming a song.

Wylla gave her a look, and when finished doing my hair she asked "Are we ready, my lady?"

"Myranda is not," I gave her a look, and then turned to Wylla "Leave us"

She left immediately, and Myranda remained standing behind my chair. I put on my high heels and stood up, the shoes making me almost as tall as her.

"How do I look Myranda?" I asked her, mocking her, "Ready for a hunt?"

She clenched her jaw, "You'll never make him want you. You're a pathetic child who does not belong in the world of Ramsay Snow-"

"If you think a bedwarmer like you will ever be Wardeness of the North, you're wrong" In that moment, I lost all fear of her. I was a Stark, and she was nothing.

Her face turned red "After you give him an heir-"

"He will only want more of me, and none of you. He will never need you again and I'll be his beloved wife until death dues us apart"

I walked out the room, pausing at the door to say "Remember to get me buckets of water for my bath tonight"

With that, I left.