Your cheek burned. You raised your hand to calm the burning that slap in your face.

It wasn’t new, but it kept hurting. Your eyes were full of tears. You could never understand why Ramsay kept you as his wife if he only show displeasure to you.

"Why?" You got up off the floor.

The silence was bleak.

"Why are you hitting me?" This time you dared to murmur. He looked at you with those cold, out-of-focus eyes.

You looked up to look at him. The red colored your right cheek, you knew it would turn purple in a few days.

His jaw tightened up.

"I hit you because you ask me why I hit you."

Ramsay was frustrated. He was disgusted with himself. He was in love with you, a Stark. He was frustrated that he married you and fell in love, when he was supposed to do it to torture you.

The more he loved you, the more he was aggressive against you.