Ramsay huffed as he stood in the courtyard, flexing his fingers as he shot arrows at targets to pass time. Normally, he'd have just taken his hounds out and hunted some unfortunate village girl, but his father was admant that he did not leave, something about an important visitor.

Ramsay paused as heard some men calling out for the gates to open, his face scrunching up as he looked towards the open gates to see who their new guest was, his brows furrowing as he looked them over, watching them walk into the courtyard, though his attention was instantly drawn to their clothing, red and pink, the official colours of House Bolton.

Ramsay lowered his bow as a realization popped into his mind, this important visitor was his very own uncle/aunt. Ramsay was hardly aware that his fathet even possessed siblings, but it made sense, he supposed. Ramsay briefly glanced at the sigil on his uncle/aunt's cloak, a flayed man, the sigil of House Bolton.

Ramsay cleared his throat and made his approach, his arms resting at his sides before he stopped a few feet away from them. Ramsay nearly flinched after having been caught off guard by the cold gaze that his uncle/aunt had, the coldness in their eyes was as bad as the coldness in his fathers eyes, if not worse.