Winter Is Coming

Winterfell? That would probably be a week's ride. I wasn't sure if I was ready to go home again. Maybe if my father and brothers would be alive I would be excited. But now. Not really. Sansa told me that the place was burned down, that everyone had left. So what were we going to do there? What were Ramsay's intentions of going there?

We were already riding for a few days. The cold was extreme, and the snow hadn't stop falling ever since we left the Dreadfort. I was sitting behind Ramsay on his horse. Finally after another hour of riding we came across a tiny village. There were only a few houses so you couldn't really call it a village. It was more like an isolated dwelling. The path that leaded straight through the dwelling was empty, no one to be seen. I assumed everyone was sitting inside their homes, close to the fire to keep themselves warm. The temperature was dropping everyday. I really hoped that it would stop dropping any day now and that the temperature would rise again, however it didn't look like that was going to happen anytime soon.

"Let's spend the night here." Ramsay suggested. "It is getting dark soon, and we better not ride in the dark."

I nodded. I unwrapped my hands around his waist and jumped off the horse. I was glad I was finally able to get off that thing. Every bone and muscle in my body was aching. That's what you get from riding a full five days in a row. Ramsay got off after me and tied his horse up. We found an empty shed that nobody was using so we decided to sleep there for the night. We decided to make a sort of make shift bed out of some straw that was laying on the floor piled up in a corner. It wasn't anything fancy but at least it would keep us warm for the night, so that we wouldn't freeze to death. I laid down on the straw and looked up at the ceiling of the shed. After Ramsay put our stuff in the corner he laid down beside me. It was quiet for a while before I decided to break it.

"You promised me you'd tell what happened."

He turned to look me into the eyes.

"Ramsay?" I whispered.

"We lost it." He said.

"I know." I looked down at the ground. "What happened?"

He sighed. "After my father stabbed you, he ordered me to take you and leave the Dreadfort. Despite him telling me to leave right away, I took you to the Maester. I thought you were dead. But the Maester told me otherwise, he told me you would live. Unless you wouldn't give birth right at that moment. That's what happened." He paused.  "It was already dead after the stabbing, so..." He turned to look at me again.

"I know.." I said.

He lifted my chin so I was looking him in the eyes again. "All of this, you know, doesn't mean that I don't like you anymore. You're still mine." He growled. He shifted so that he was now laying on his side and I did the same. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me softly on the lips. It had been a long time since I had kissed him like this, and I had missed it. After a while he deepened the kiss but I stopped him before he would go any further.

"We better go to sleep. We have a long ride to go tomorrow." I said.

Ramsay just grunted and we went to sleep.

The next morning we woke up early so we could maybe even reach Winterfell today. Ramsay saddled his horse while I gathered all our stuff. It was still a bit dark outside when we rode away from the dwelling, probably never seeing it again. Not like I cared though, it wasn't the best sleep I'd ever had.

We were already riding for a couple of hours when Ramsay put is horse to a halt and got off.

"Gotta piss." He said as he walked off the road and into the woods.

I also got off the horse so I could stretch my legs a little. I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard a rustling noise coming from behind me from the trees. I was staring into the woods when suddenly someone jumped me from behind and pushed me to the ground. He turned me and grabbed my wrist nailing them to the ground so I was now staring him right into the eyes.

"Let me go!" I squirmed under his weight.

The man had an evil grin on his face, just one like Ramsay before I got to know him.

"No. No. Lassy we're not going anywhere. Roose wants you."

Why on earth would Roose want me again? He had us, though he let us go. What changed? What happened?

The man jumped off me and janked me to my feet by my wrists. He tied my hands up behind my back. "Don't try anything on me lass. That won't end well."

"Yeah sure." I spat back. "I don't care about you or Roose."

"No, ofcourse you don't. And I don't care about you. So now walk!" He ordered and roughly pushed me forward in the direction me and Ramsay had just came from.

What the hell would Roose want from me?

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