#flayersdaughter

"Unfortunately your father's bastard seems to have inherited the Bolton inability to die when it's proper." Barbery groused softly, wrinkling her nose at the news "No matter, there's always tomorrow"

Jon could not help the smile that came to his face at Royce’s question. Surely there would be no harm in calling the sweet tempered young Lord Bolton a prince if that was what he desired. “In a sense, I would say, yes. You are at least a prince in the north if not the prince of the north.”

“Not that it matters, but your brother is most likely gonna try to kill me”

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“Go get the kennel master, please! Tell him to make them shut up!” said the little lord, his hands clamped tight over his ears. He hated the sounds the dogs made, and they were making a lot right now. The incessant barking never failed to hurt his ears, and he could have sworn it made the scars their bastard half brother gave him burn and ache. He hated Ramsay more with every noise the dogs made.

“Forgive me,” he said. Would Lord Bolton have been angered too by his manners? Insist every place he walked was a path of gold, and that he should act as such? “I--” He paused. He knew her face. Of course. Bolton’s daughter. That was his luck today. He inclined his head in forced politeness. “My lady.”