Normally, Ramsay would have killed the boy already, but he didn't, the boy's mother was easier to control if Ramsay had her son alive and well. Who was the boy you may be wondering? Ramsay's stepson of course.

Ramsay was well aware that his wife loved her son, and even the slightest threat towards the boy had her on her knees begging for Ramsay to reconsider, that she'd do anything. Funnily enough, she quite literally did what every Ramsay wanted.

Of course, the obedience of others never stopped Ramsay from killing them or their loved ones in the past. Perhaps Ramsay held attachment to the boy in some way, who knows. If anyone suggested it, Ramsay would likely kill them.

Ramsay glanced towards his stepson as they boy fumbled with a bow and arrow in the training yard. Ramsay snorted and tilted his head to the side before calling out.

"If you intend to kill something or someone, you'd best learn not to shoot yourself first."

Ramsay sounded amused and a tad bit fatherly. Or perhaps it was a false persona. Who knew. Ramsay was known to be an unpredictable man. And his stepson wasn't related to him in any way.

Ramsay glanced off to the side, he could practically see his wife sweating buckets just at the sight of him interacting with her son. She was always on edge. Ramsay liked her better that way.