Ramsay clicked his tongue as he sat at the table, on one side of him, sat his wife, Sansa Stark, an obviously unhappy woman, who could really blame her, forced to marry the deranged son of the man who killed your older brother? What a nightmare.

But Ramsay didn't care much for her happiness, he took what he needed from her, whether she liked it or not, and on the other hand he still had his lover, Myranda, a woman as equally, or atleast, nearly equally as insane.

But neither of those women currently occupied his thoughts, the only person occupying his thoughts was sitting across from him on the right side of his newly-acquired step-mother, who was this person? Well, it was his step-sibling.

Ramsay's cold and naturally wild eyes looked his step-sibling over, his lips twitching and his fingers twitched before tapping against the wooden table, his tongue swiping over his lips.