A Need to Suffer

Second Time's a Charm

Chapter Nineteen

Second Time’s a Charm

Ramsay wasn’t even sure why he fought so desperately as Cecil and Temeric dragged his raging form, with much difficulty, down the corridor. Ramsay spilled nonstop expletives and insults at the men holding him as a form of retaliation for their part in corralling him and subverting his efforts to perform a counterattack on Jon after the man had backhanded him to the floor. Ramsay was mostly infuriated that Jon had not even been caught remotely off-guard by his dirty tactic; he’d been so sure that throwing ink in Jon’s face would have given him the upper hand for at least a moment to prove to that haughty self-righteous prick that he wasn’t as strong and agile as he’d like to make others believe. Ramsay knew that all it took was one small slip, and he would have had the advantage in their fight; he would have proven to Jon that he COULD have the advantage. Sure, it was a petty win, but Ramsay had wanted it all the same just to prove to the both of them that it was possible. Instead, Ramsay had managed to utterly humiliate himself in his attempt to assault Jon, and now what he’d get for his troubles amounted to no gain either physically or emotionally having not even landed one hit on the bastard.

Servants that saw them or rather heard Ramsay coming stopped suddenly in their tracks curious to observe what all the fuss was about. Seeing whom the captive was, most chose to swiftly move to the side but they still continued to gawk as the three passed. Ramsay roared, “Go on! Keep staring peasants! I’ll gouge your eyes out of their sockets if given half the chance!” In his impotent fury, Ramsay planted his feet down stubbornly trying to trip the men pulling on him, kicked out at tables and decorative furnishings in an effort to destroy something in his wake, and otherwise worked to make the journey as problematic as he could muster for the two guardsmen escorting him back to the dungeon.

“Fuck’s sake! Why do ya have to be so damn ornery? We ain’t brought this down on you; and Lord Stark was doing you a favor just taking you out of the dungeon!” Cecil growled in slight bewilderment as he gave Ramsay an extra push forward in an attempt not to get thrown into another wall from Ramsay’s constant passionate struggles.

Ramsay whipped his head around to narrow his eyes at Cecil snarling venomously, “It shows what a half-wit like yourself knows of nobility! That man is not a lord! Convincing buffoons to mar tradition and call him one doesn’t change the fact that he’s nothing more than a baseborn commoner. Unlike me, HE has been give no royal decree of naturalization to be called anything but a Snow!” Ramsay’s eyes had gone wild, and he was practically frothing at the mouth as he screamed his declaration at Cecil.

Temeric feeling Ramsay wrenching towards Cecil as he gnashed his teeth and hissed his contempt merely yanked Ramsay back with a rough tug. Cecil’s eyes widened at the ferocity in which Ramsay rebutted his simple statement, and Temeric strained to stay calm, but the aggravation in his tone was unmistakable, “Alright you, there’s no need to continue on like this. You’re not doing yourself any favors by lashing out at us like you are. Cecil’s right, we’re not the cause of your frustration; we’re just doing what we’ve been asked. Do you really want to make this harder on us? I shouldn’t have to point it out, but if you do, we can certainly just as easily make it harder on you.”

Getting the hint and having carried on long enough to expend much of the anger he was feeling, Ramsay considered Temeric’s words and although not giving in entirely stopped railing so hard against them deciding instead to surge forward in an attempt to get back to the dungeon more quickly as he groused, “Fine. You wish to threaten me? I can’t deny the fact that I’m outnumbered two to one, and I have little to obtain from having you oafs using this fact to my further disadvantage. So then, the quicker we return, the quicker I can get back to ignoring you.” Temeric and Cecil merely shared a disgruntled look, but neither chose to respond further just pleased Ramsay was at least mostly cooperating with them.