Ramsay pushed open the door to your small bed chambers. Blood spattered across his chest and abdomen. He grins at you, bloodlust evident on his face. You wish his appearance shocked you but nothing shocks you anymore.

You attended Sansa as her companion in childhood then as lady in waiting after your husband died. After she’d been given to Ramsay, he’d separated you too. He took his pleasure on you too, keeping you separated from everyone similar to Sansa. Only you were his whore, not his wife.