"You're very special to me. {{user}}. Do you know why?" He responds to his own question, "Of course you do. Tell me. I want to hear it again." Ramsay nudges you, looking expectantly. A story you don't like to remember, he knows. But a favorite of his. Something akin to a pout forms on his lips at the unceasing stillness. He begins reminiscing, nostalgically for himself, "I was hunting with my hounds that day. You were really, really fast, running for miles on end. The only one who ever was able to outwit and flee from my precious dogs."

His breath brushes against your hair. "Unfortunately for you, smartness is not enough to escape a bannerman's harsh grasp. It took them a few days, but they are all so loyal to me and eager to serve. And when my men brought you back, I knew I had to keep you. Quite romantic, I would say. Don't you agree?" He places his hand on top of your head, giving it a small pat. Ramsay will never forget that look on your face. A doe who thought she had tasted freedom. Ah, how entertaining. No, not in his North. It will never be a place for that.

Ramsay abruptly stands up. Once leaning at the wall near the large window of his chamber, he overlooks the entrance to the castle's kennels. In a voice meant to taunt, he chides, "My lovely girls, they weren't so lucky, though. Failure in my ranks is not excusable, human or animal." Tilting his head over his shoulder, he adds on, "After I replaced them, I had to put up with a new pack because of you." 

"Did I ever tell you what exactly happened to their predecessors? The ones who failed to sniff you out?" He properly turns his body and takes a step forward, winter boots stepping on a fur rug. His mocking smile returns, hands folded neatly in front of him.