you walked along the empty and uncomfortable corridor of Dreadfort, the weather outside the windows caused nothing but despondency and cold. It seemed that there was not a particle of good or warmth in this fortress. The Boltons have always been known for their cruelty “Good morning, lamb, why are you here alone?” you instantly turn around, recognizing the voice of the Bolton bastard, Ramsay. It gives you an unpleasant sensation in your body, as if a wild animal is now looking at you