Flayer

39.Edda

I made my way around Winterfell, watching as my servants gather my things for my long journey. Lya, the giant wolf, followed behind me. She growled at anyone who even came near me.

The sun was setting. It was almost time to leave.

I'd been informed that my lord husband was dealing with a criminal, to which I rolled my eyes. Of course he was.

"Who did what this time?" I asked.

"A kitchen boy. He was found with a Lannister knife"

I froze. "Lannister?"

...

I almost barged into the dungeons. I could heard the screams of the betrayer louder and louder with every step I took.

There was a crowd of maybe five Bolton men surrounding my lord husband, and one of them held Willard in her arms. The baby boy was giggling.

"Lady Edda-"

"Let me through," I commanded as I snaked between two men.

Half of the man's chest was already flayed, dripping blood as he cried in agony. He had pissed himself and the stench of if filled the room.

Ramsay turned to me. He was shirtless, and covered in blood.

"Edda," he smirked, "I've barely started! I'll be ready to leave by nightfall-"

I pushed past him and grabbed the boy by his knotted hair, pulling his head down firmly as he squealed.

"Who's the Heir of Winterfell?" I spat.

He was shaking due to blood loss "R-Ramsay Bolton-"

"No. He may be Warden, but Winterfell is not his." Silence fell amongst everyone. Not even Willard dared coo. "I am the second eldest daughter of Eddard Stark. The Wardeness of the North. How dare you walk into my home with the knife of those who killed my mother, my brother, and my unborn nephew? You dare represent the house of a bastard king who sentenced my father to die?"

The poor, stupid boy was crying so much. "It-it was Roose who killed them-"

"I'm very much aware," I spat, "I drove the knife through his throat for it."

Ramsay pulled me aside as Willard's laughs begun again. Once apart from everyone he grabbed my face with anger "Who did you say Winterfell belonged to?"

I gave him a glare "To the Heir of Winterfell. Winterfell belongs to me, and no one will take her from me."

Ramsay took a shaky breath "I am Lord Bolton-"

"And I am Lady Bolton because you needed to marry me in order to keep the North Loyal to you." I pulled out my handkerchief and wiped the blood off his chest "I want this boy to tell us who sent him. And after he has, I want him to be dragged behind our carriage until he bleeds to death."

Ramsay opened his mouth to protest me administrating punishment instead of him, but when he realized how sadistic enough my plan was he quickly shut his mouth and smirked instead.

"Yes, Lady Bolton," he said amusingly. But before I could walk away he grabbed my arm and, sternly this time, warned: "But don't ever disrespect me or try to command me like that ever again."

...

With a metal chain and handcuffs the dying traitor was forced to follow our horse-draw carriage closely and quickly if he did not want to fall behind and be stomped on by the four other carriages behind us.

With my handmaidens taking care of our son in a different carriage from ours I was finally alone again with Ramsay. We couldn't exactly interact with each other the way I wished we could, but the pleasure of his company was more than enough.

We had Dornish wine with us, which I could not drink. And Ramsay did not like.

"A fine selection of beverage, my lord," I teased.

He rolled his eyes "How am I to know that pregnant women cannot drink?"

The sounds of agony from the boy could be heard from outside.

"How long do you predict until he dies?" I asked.

"I'd say another moment" he sipped on the wine before looking down at it in disgust.

I sighed, looking out the window in boredom "I just... hoped I could savor his cries for a little longer..." I joked.

Ramsay laughed. "You bloodthirsty bitch," he kissed me on the cheek. "I love you dearly"

"As do I," I agreed.

He pulled me in, spooning me with his hands on my belly. The rate of his breathing calmed me. He rested his chin on my shoulder and kissed me under the ear.

"Did we find out why he had a Lannister knife-"

"Shh" Ramsay started pulling up my dress with his fingers.

I rolled my eyes as he continued to kiss my neck. "Ramsay... I need to know-"

He grunted in frustration as he slipped his hand into my undergarments "Fine. He was sent by Tommen Baratheon to kill you, but he failed. Are you happy now-"

"What!" I gasped, trying to stand up. Ramsay pulled me down by my neck and held me against his chest.

"Edda, my darling, he didn't hurt you because I have protected you. Now let me make you happy."

He rubbed his finger gently against my clit. He was right... it was making me happy.

The way his fingers rubbed against me made my toes curl. And when I thought I couldn't be more pleased he slipped two fingers in me. The sensation was phenomenal, almost as great as when we'd fuck.

As he muffled my satisfied cries he whispered seductively "It is only my duty to please the Heir of Winterfell."