Flayer

38.Ramsay

It stared at me.

Edda was off with Lady Arena while I had to take care of this thing.

Willard sucked on his thumb as he stared at me, his messy hair disgustingly flat.

"The hair on your head reminds me of pubescent hair," I announced, start to rock the crib "It's repulsive"

A strand fell on his eyes, and it bothered me so much that I reached down to put it in its place when-

"AGH!" I screamed, pulling my hand away "You've bit me! You bastard!"

Willard started to giggle.

"Don't laugh, cunt!"

This didn't make him quiet down. I looked down at my finger: it was bleeding.

"Seven fucking Gods, child." I sucked on my finger to clean up the blood.

A little sadistic smile appeared on his face as he attempted to sit up, his hands grabbing the edges of his crib.

I watched him struggle on his chubby legs, pulling himself up on his knees and placing his chin against the edge, looking at my finger.

"I wonder what your mother would think of you... If she was alive," I bent down so that we were eye to eye "You see, the big wolfy you play with tore your mummy apart and ate her alive, and if it wasn't for my soft-hearted bride you'd be dead as well."

He stared at me with my father's eyes, which only made me hate him more.

"Nothing to say?"

He extended his hands towards me, starting to whine.

"No."

He started to cry.

"No!"

He started to scream.

"VERY WELL!" I picked him up, my arms extended as far away from my body as possible. He was still crying. "Oh, shut it! At least Edda cares for you."

He wouldn't shut up. The little bastard!

Reluctantly I forced myself to bring him close to my chest. Unamused by the placing of his tiny arms around my neck I patted his back.

"There. There." I said with little emotion "Don't cry."

He gave out a little sigh, murmuring things to himself.

"I hate you." I insisted.

There was a knock at the door, followed by a "M'lord! Violation of the Boltonic Code, rule one!"

I clenched my jaw. Again?

"What would you have me do?"

I looked down at the little sadist. "I'm never bored," I whispered. Clearing my throat I commanded "Bring him to the dungeons!"

The little baby cooed as I grabbed the blanket from his bed.

"Seeing as you seem to enjoy other people's pain, and that I'm stuck with you until we leave Winterfell, I might as well take you down there with me." I wrapped the blanket around him "Its chilly in the dungeons"

He giggled as we headed out of the room.