our blades are sharp

    lips dusted from her neck to her ear, deciding that shutting her up now     would save them both the trouble of worrying any longer. ramsay was a     bit bored with her jealousy, which not only displeased him but drove him     away from her. driving him away was surely the last thing that she wanted,     though myranda sometimes confused him - more so than any other woman     he had ever laid his hands on. possibly his mother was a close second, but     myranda had her beat by a thousand. his lips press softly against her ear,     even taking the lobe between his teeth to nibble on it lightly.                   ‘ impatience bores me, ’   he tells her in a hushed whisper.                          ‘ you don’t want to bore me, do you, myranda ? ’

“I heard you asked father to give you twenty men to go after Stannis. What is it with men, war and glory?”

         “ I have. I learned how to ride when I was young. “            She had learned how to wield a sword too. 

   She had to keep her breath from hitching. She not only hated him,    but feared him. She wished she could find something else to feel,     having always been a girl who looked for hope… but here she could    find none. 

 Maybe she could take a horse and run away…. But where would she run           Where was there to go? The Boltons were the Wardens of the north   now. If they wanted to find her, she would be found… if they didn’t, her   family would fall. She had no choice.

           ‘ very well then. we best be off. my father will not want to              keep this wedding off any longer than it needs to be. ’