Lord Bolton

*Ramsay's POV*

The one that was calling me was going to know that he was not wanted at this moment. I stormed down the stairs, ready to kick some ass. Maybe slicing some throat if necessary. But instead my father was standing in the dining room. What the hell did he want? 

"What's so urgent?" I asked annoyed that he'd interrupted my moment with Railey.

"Let's go on a ride together." My father said.

"Not now, I've got stuff to do." I told him.

My father didn't respond but just walked outside to the stables. I sighed and followed him. This better be extremely important. We got on  our horses, and we rode for about an hour when I grew impatient. 

"What's the point of all of this?" I asked. "What had to be so important to drag me all the way out here."

My father halted his horse and got off. I did the same.

"Tell me what you see." My father suddenly said.

I looked around and said: "Walls, fields, hills."

"Tell me what you see." He said this time clear and slowly.

I looked again, but I couldn't figure out what he was talking about. I shook my head. "Nothing."

"Not nothing. The North." He said. He pointed to something behind me. "Ride seven hundred miles that way and you're still in the North." He pointed behind him. "Four hundred miles that way." He pointed to his right. "Three hundred miles that way. The North is larger than the other six kingdoms combined, and I am the warden of the North. The North is mine."

I just nodded.

"Now tell me what is your name?" He asked.

"Ramsay Snow." I replied.

"No not Ramsay Snow." He said handing me a paper. "Open it."

I opened the paper. "From this day till your last day you will be Ramsay Bolton. Son of Roose Bolton, warden of the North."

My eyes widened, and I got down to my knees. "You honour me. I swear I will uphold your name, and your tradition. I will be worthy of you father, I promise." I said and I got up. We got on our horses and started our way back to the Dreadfort. 

Lord Bolton, I liked it, it sounded quite good.

*Railey's POV*

It had been two hours since they had left, I had no idea why they even had left, and I didn't even know who 'they' were except for Ramsay. I was bored again so I decided to go and stare out of my window as usual. Surprisingly just as I had decided to go and do that, Ramsay and his black stallion, followed by his dad riding a grey mare entered the square of the castle. After about two hours they had finally returned. I was eager to hear from Ramsay what had been so important for him to suddenly be gone for two hours. It didn't take long before Ramsay entered my room, this time he didn't even bother knocking. He sat down on the edge of my bed and tapped on the bed beside him, indirectly asking me to come and sit next to him.

"I have good news to tell you." He said.

"Is it about what happened in the time you were gone, the thing that sounded so urgent?" I asked.

"Yes. Yes it is." He began. "The person that interrupted us was my dad. He told me to come with him on a 'little' ride. He took me to a hill in the middle of fucking nowhere, showing me how big the North is. And I started to get pissed of at this moment, thinking that he'd brought me all the way to that stupid hill just to show me how big his stupid kingdom was. But here comes the interesting part. My father officially declared me a Bolton. From now on, till my last day, my name will be Ramsay Bolton. I'm not a bastard anymore." He told me with a big grin on his face.

My eyes widened and I hugged him. "Ramsay! Wow! That's amazing! I'm so happy for you." But my thoughts immediately shot back to my childhood. I was born, just like Ramsay, in not the best circumstances. I was a bastard, and now that Ramsay wasn't anymore, it just reminded me of being one even more. Ramsay must have seen the sudden change of the expression in my face. 

"What's wrong?" He asked.

I sighed. "Well, it's just.. just that.. well it's nothing important." 

"Yes it is, you can tell me love." He said.

So I told him about my father, my whole childhood and being a bastard. Not knowing who my real mother is and more. The whole time Ramsay just sat there, he didn't say anything. He just listened to me talking . When I was finished telling my story he took my hand in his. He stood up dragging me with him to my feet.

"You don't have to be tired of being a bastard anymore." He said.

Confusion was written all over my face. Ramsay got down to one knee, my eyes immediately widened. He pulled a small black box out of one of his pockets, and held it before me and opened it. Inside was the most beautiful ring I had ever seen. It was shining against the light of the burning candles in the room. 

"Yes!" Was the only thing I said when I flew around Ramsay's neck, hugging him tightly.

He smiled at me. "That makes you officially Railey Bolton."

"Not yet officially." I said.

"Soon." Ramsay said.

He started kissing me roughly and picked me up. He walked over to the bed and laid me down on it like I weighed nothing more then a feather. He took off his leather vest and his shirt, throwing them somewhere in the corner of the room. My hands trailed up and down his perfect chest. He started to kiss me on my soft spot, and then one of the best nights of my life began.