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A/N So this chapter is all about Ramsay. What do you guys want me to write about? Because I don't really know anymore? Do you want more Railey and Ramsay? Or less? Please tell me! I do really appreciate the feedback!

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Ramsay's POV

I had to admit that my plan didn't quite work out the way I wanted to, on the other hand I couldn't care less. My plan was simple, yet cruel. Abduct the baby, leave him somewhere in the forest, job done. I knew my father would be angry, but he would have forgotten about it as time passed. Everything would  go back to the way things were before, me being the only and rightful heir. That was the right thing, the only thing. However things turned out to be different. I didn't leave the pink worm somewhere in the middle of the forest to freeze to death, or to be eaten by the creatures of the night. I left him somewhere close to a village, close enough so that someone could find him in time. They were right. I had grown weaker. As soon as they had taken Railey again I realised it had to change. No more. No more weakness. I went back and retrieved what I had abandoned. He was still alive and well, so I took him back to the Dreadfort, back to his mother. They had such a happy little reunion, it was almost sad when I had to interrupt it. All is done now. Back in Winterfell where I can use my title as Warden of the North. It had been a week since.. since everything, and I hadn't seen Railey since. However I had other problems I had to worry about. I had given Reek the orders to keep an eye on Sansa, make sure that she didn't escape or anything. She might still be of some value to me. But Reek had apparently made other plans, he had escaped with her. I send some of my best men and hounds to chase them and bring them back to me, but they still hadn't returned. Yet I knew where she was going, to her brother at Castle Black. Somehow that bastard was able to return from the dead. At least that's what the rumors spoke.

I was sitting at my table in the main hall of Winterfell in front of the fireplace. The voice of Lord Umber, who was standing in front of me, interrupted me from my thoughts.

"The Umbers are a famously loyal house." I spoke up.

"Famously loyal to the Starks. And you, Lord Karstark?" He asked. "Your people share blood with the Starks, don't they? But here we are. Times change."

"When my father became Warden of the North, your house refused to pledge their banners." I changed the subject. He came here speaking about times changing, the thing I knew about all to well. Times change. People change. You move on, and don't look back.

"Your father was a cunt."

I subsided my anger by giving him a weak smile. "My beloved father, the Warden.."

"Your father was a cunt and that's why you killed him." Lord Umber interrupted me. "I might have done the same to my father if he hadn't have done me the favor of dying on his own."

"My father was poisoned by our enemies." I had given Maester Wolcan the orders to send ravens with the message that my father was poisoned by his enemies. 

"Mmm." He hummed.

"Why have you come to Winterfell, Lord Umber? I asked him.

"The bastard Jon Snow led an army of wildlings past the Wall. We're farther north than any of you fuckers. Wildlings come down, we always have to fight them first. I like fighting wildlings. Been doing it all my life. But there are too many of them for us to beat back alone." He told me. 

"So now you've come seeking help?" I asked.

 "We need to help each other. The colder it gets, the farther south those goat fuckers will roam. Won't take them long to get here." 

"You think a horde of wildlings can take Winterfell?"

"If they get Jon Snow leading them, maybe." Lord Umber continued. "He knows this place better than we ever will." 

"Pledge your banners to House Bolton. Swear loyalty to me as Warden of the North and we will fight together to destroy the bastard and all his wildling friends." I needed to get stronger.

"I'm not kissing your fucking hand." He spat.

"Traditionally a bannerman kneels before his lord." I didn't need touch or let alone kissing me.

"I'm not doing that either."

"Why would I trust a man who won't honor tradition?" I couldn't trust him if he didn't.

"Your father honored tradition. Knelt for Robb Stark. Called him King of the North. Was Robb Stark right to trust your father?" Nobody is right to trust a Bolton.

"Then it appears we're at a bit of an impasse."

"Fuck kneeling and fuck oaths. I've got a gift for you." Lord Umber told me.

"A girl, I hope." Maybe I should forget Railey, forget about her entire existence. Yet I couldn't, she was constantly on my mind. I wasn't weak anymore, but that didn't mean I suddenly didn't care for her anymore. She was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, her touch was poison to me, her smile a prison. I would probably never see her again, I hurt her, I scared her. Maybe it was all for the best. She was probably better of without me. Or not. Maybe I could forget about everything by getting another girl, something completely different. So I spoke "I prefer redheads."

"A girl, aye." He laughed. "A wild one."

"I like them wild." Railey was wild.

"And the boy, nice and young. The way Karstark likes them." He said.

"Who's this?" I asked.

 "Rickon Stark." Railey's brother?

I stood up and walked towards the boy, inspecting him. "How do I know that's Rickon Stark?" I asked, as without some sort of proof this could literally be any boy. 

Lord Umber stepped forward and he placed something on the table. A wolf's head. But not any sort of wolf. A dire wolf. "Welcome home, Lord Stark." I grinned.

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