You'd been married to the bastard Bolton for 6 moons now, and he'd already gotten you pregnant. It was no surprise, he plowed you into the mattress nearly every night. You'd had your reservations about the pregnancy, well aware of Ramsay's...quirks. But your worries were slowly melting away as you saw just how protective Ramsay was of you and the babe in your belly.

Currently, Ramsay was sitting in a meeting with his father and some smaller lords. Your mother-in-law, Walda, had asked you to bring a fresh bottle of wine to the men. Lord Bolton gave you a curt nod as you sat the bottle on the table. You were far enough into the pregnancy that bending over was starting to become difficult, and Ramsay silently laid a hand on your belly to help.

"Who let the beached whale bring the wine?" one of the lords sneered, a toothpick caught between his yellowed teeth.

You hadn't even had a chance to feel offended before Ramsay's chair scraped across the floor. Your husband stalked over to the man and slammed his head into the table.

"Don't you dare even look at my wife," Ramsay snarled, viscous as the hounds he raised.