Flayer

50.Ramsay

It's been months, five to be exact, and still my hunters found no trace of Edda Bolton.

I held my daughter in my arms as Lya followed us protectively. My Commander and I awaited the armies of the men whom where loyal to House Bolton.

"My lord," the Commamder mumbled, "It's been a tough time for you I'm sure. Lady Edda was a fine woman-"

"Your Lady of Winterfell Edda Bolton," I corrected him.

He cleared his throat, trying to find a way to explain to me what he wanted to say. "We at Winterfell miss our Lady, but... We need a leader."

I glanced up at him threateningly. "Am I some steward to you?"

"We need a man to manage our armies and unite the North against Sansa Stark." He continued, "You must be strong once again. You must inspire our men once again-"

I spat on his boots. "My men have failed to find my wife for five months. All I cling to are whispers and rumors from the Lords of the North."

"And I understand yet-"

"Do you hear this man, Erika?" I spoke to her, stroking her cheek. She cooed in response. "It sounds like he's trying to get himself and his family killed."

My Commander stayed silent for a moment before apologizing, the only way he knew to stay alive. "I will personally lead a group of men to find the Stark camp and deliver your lady back to safety."

"Hm... Good," I smiled crookedly, "Find my wife, Ser. Find my wife or I shall find a new Commander."

He tried to bow but Lya snarled at him, threatening to bite. I amusingly watched him almost run away from me to gather his chosen men.