Flayer

27.Edda

"Edda," my mother called.

I tossed and turned in my sleep, waking up Ramsay who had his arms around me.

I was crossing a large bridge that passed over a mighty stream. A strong wind was howling at me, and carried by it was a banner with the two Frey towers on it.

My mother stood at the end of the bridge and as I approached her she extended her hand towards me with a smile on her face.

"Mother," I whispered. Ramsay yawned, leaning on his side and looking down at me.

"Edda?"

"Mother!" I took her hand. She nodded to Ramsay who had appeared at my side.

"Are you happy?"

"Yes," I insisted, "Ramsay makes me very happy,"

"I'm glad to hear that!" Robb appeared behind me, his arms resting on each of us.

"Robb," I whispered. The Flayer watched as I smiled in my sleep, knowing I dreamt of my family.

But soon my smile turned into a frown. And so Ramsay whispered again "Edda?"

Ramsay and Robb were fighting. It was verbal at first, with Ramsay pulling me away from Robb.

"You love me more, don't you Edda?" Ramsay whispered, holding his blade against my neck.

"Please," I trembled. Ramsay shook me gently, his worry growing wilder and wilder as my mumbles got louder and louder.

Robb pulled out his sword and tried to kill Ramsay. In a desperate attempt to stop him I got between my future husband and Robb's sword but either way Roose appeared behind my brother and stabbed him in the back.

As I screamed for Robb my mother turned to me, blood in her hands and tears in her eyes.

"Are you happy?" She asked.

But suddenly Ramsay had slit her throat and I sobbed uncontrollably. With his devilish smile on his face Ramsay pointed at my hands with his blade.

"Well done! You're finally ready to become Lady Bolton now, Edda"

When I peered down I saw my father's severed head in my hands and that's when the screams came out, inside and outside my dream.

"EDDA!" Ramsay shook me violently until I woke up. Tears strung my eyes as I squinted up at him. Some part of me thought it was still the nightmare but as soon as I pressed my hands against his cold chest I knew it was real.

"M-my mother and R-Robb," I sobbed.

"I know, I heard it all my love," Ramsay stroked my cheek.

I furrowed my brow, slightly scared "You heard it? All?"

He nodded "You've been talking in your sleep. You haven't done that before have you?"

I shook my head. "I'm sorry I-I had a night terror. I never speak in my sleep, ever!"

"Edda, it's alright-" he looked down.

I quickly tried to explain anything he might've heard "The Red Wedding, when Roose killed my brother I-I felt as if I had killed them by letting them leave Winterfell. But I'm glad to wake up in your arms-"

"Edda," Ramsay said seriously.

I looked down where he was looking as the light of morning showed me his horrific discovery.

All around me, through the sheets and soaked into the mattress, was a puddle of blood.

Ramsay gave me a menacing grin "Well... That means we only have to wait a week to get married then!"