Flayer

14.Ramsay

I locked the door of my bedroom and stayed up almost all night in the library, working out the plans for the battle. At first I couldn't think straight. I was angry, so very angry at Myranda that I wanted to kill her. At the same time my mind flooded with images of Edda in the snow. She was so beautiful, so pure, and I was concerned that I... That I might break such a beautiful porcelain doll like her.

I pulled myself together after hours of hellish thoughts of Edda, promising myself I'd sneak into Stannis's camp with twenty good men and raid him. Those Stormland fools had yet to feel the might of the Northeners.

Maester Willis created so much havoc in the morning! He slammed the door to the library, making me wake up in the most uncomfortable way.

He gasped when he saw the fury in my just-woken-up eyes. "L-Lord Ramsay, I'm sorry to wake you-"

"You have ten seconds to leave this library before I chop your clumsy hands off" I muttered.

"My lord, it's my duty as Maesters to be in this room at dawn-"

"Four... Three..."

Maester Willis ran out, leaving the door open in his swiftness and letting the cold weather sweep in. That Maester was not going to make it alive tomorrow.

I got up to close the door when Edda slipped inside, taking me by surprise.

She smiled at me, "Leaving so soon?"

"Edda!" my anger faded away, "Good morning"

She closed the door, walking over to me and giving me a hug. Oh how I loved when she did that.

"Did you leave the door locked as I commanded?"

She nodded, "Myranda did not go inside"

"And she was unable to go inside anywhere but the stables," I murmured, "She slept with the other bitches tonight"

Edda laughed, saying "Thank you so much Ramsay... I don't know what I'd do if she kept telling those lies to me! I might've killed myself"

I bit my lip, relieved that she did not end up doing such a terrible thing. Without her my claim on the North would not even exist! But I had to admit that was not the only reason I wanted her alive.

Lifting her head with my fingers, I said "My men will soon throw her out of the castle, and if she were ever to return she will be thrown back out dead"

She smiled, giving me a warm embrace. My, how her warmth filled in my empty soul. Myranda, and any other women for that matter, never made me feel this way... This craving... I did want them from time to time but this?

"I heard that Stannis was due to attack in less than two weeks," Edda mumbled, "Roose was chatting to his men about it. Is that why you're so tense lately?"

"Tense?" I gave her a look, "I'm not tense-"

"Your arms feel tight and restrained, my lord," She massaged them, running her hands up and down my arm, "I know how a man stresses when his home is at risk"

I raised my eyebrow at her, smirking "And how do you know that, milady?"

She forced a smile, "My brother, Robb." Her eyes watered a little bit, but she held the tears in and made them disappear. 

"Maybe your brother and I were more similar than we seem?" I joked in an attempt to cheer her up.

"Perhaps," Edda forced a smile.

I licked my lips, a little grin on my face as I stared at her, my hands still around her as she placed her's on my chest.

"Whats wrong?" She tilted her head.

My smile grew bigger, unable to stand her adorableness. I tapped her little button nose, saying "You are being difficult"

She froze, taking her time before smiling again and backing away a little, mumbling "I'm sorry my lord, I-"

I grunted in annoyance, letting out my anger on a stack of books on the table. She stepped away from me, fear in her eyes. And I hated that.

I took a deep breath and grabbed her by the face a little harshly to make a point "You're driving me insane," I laughed hysterically, "You, my Stark girl, who goes from complete confidence in me to utter terror in a blink of an eye," my hands traced their way down to her neck as she tried to keep calm. And so I explained my feelings to her "The reason you're difficult is because I want you and we have not wed yet" my mouth leaned in closer to her's "You make me very happy, Edda. And I want to make you even happier"

Edda looked into my eyes "And how will you do that?"

I smirked, kissing her, my fingers pulling at her hair. She winced in agony but I didn't stop. I bit her lip and she cried out. I grabbed her by the neck, softly but dominantly.

"Don't cry, Edda," I kissed her cheek, her salty tears like candy to me. I kissed the bruise on her bitten lip and sucked up some of the blood. "You'll learn to hurt me just the same"

Edda swallowed, stroking the side of my face and kissing my forehead. As she walked away, I watched her intently. Finally... After wanting it so badly... She gave me one last smirk before leaving library.

I had never been that aroused in my life, and I've fucked many a women in my lifetime!

***kinky***