After a couple of days Edda could walk with a slight limp. She clung onto my arm for support as I made our way to her and I's room. I liked it. Her constantly needing me there for support, me constantly having her by my side. No, I didn't like it. I loved it.

As soon as we reached some stairs I picked her up bridal style and carried her light self with ease. She giggled as I hopped up the stairs, almost bumping into some maids.

I kicked the door open with my foot "Ah! There we are,"

I set her down slowly. She tried to take a step by herself before quickly locking arms with me once more.

"You shouldn't push yourself, my love," I told her. "I want you walking well for our wedding in two fortnights!"

I helped her sit on the bed and then stuck my head out the door.

"REEK!" I called.

There was no answer. No shuffle of terrified feet.

Puzzled, I called again "REEK!"

"... Ramsay," Edda mumbled.

I turned to look at her. There were tears in her eyes.

Quickly as I could I fell at her feet, taking her crying face into my hands. "My sweet little she wolf, what is the matter?"

"Th... R-reek," she could barely speak, "Myranda. S-she said she killed him! She said she threw him over the edge of the wall just like she wanted to do to me. And-and maybe if I had not told him to go and get me some hot tea for me he'd still be here!"

I furrowed my brow. Processing this information was hard for me. Reek had been killed? But where was his body! Either Myranda had lied to her, or Reek somehow survived!

"I'm sorry, Edda," I placed my hand on her thigh and made the most innocent smile I could make "Reek was a loyal servant, we'll find someone else for us or I'll make someone for us"

Edda sniffed, wiping her tears and giving me a kiss on my forehead.

Tonight, I told myself, Set the hounds to find Reek.

Something inside me told me he was not dead, that maybe he had helped Myranda get in. And maybe and most importantly it had to do with the way he'd look at Edda when he thought I wasn't looking. I had always feared that maybe my torture wasn't enough to make him forget the Greyjoy in him but I didn't think something as delicate as Edda would be the axe to break my months of effort.

I heard someone clear their throat at the entrance of our bedroom. I blinked slowly and took a deep breath before facing the person I knew was going to be there.

"Father," I grinned widely, "How nice to see you"

Roose nodded at me, "A grand victory Ramsay. I'm sorry I haven't had the time to tell you before..." He looked over at Edda

Taking off his gloves he walked over to the bed where I knelt and where Edda sat and asked "How are you feeling, Lady Stark?"

As soon as he placed his traitorous, filthy hand on Edda's shoulder I shot up to my feet, placing my own hand on her other shoulder and squeezing tight. My smile did not erase.

"She is much better," I promised. Edda placed her hand on mine and gave Roose a slightly cold look.

Roose finally let go of her, but my chest remained puffed and my eyes slightly threatening.

"Very well," Roose turned to me, "I came to talk to you about the battle. An easy victory, some would say too easy. Maybe it is because of your expertise in war? Either way, spectacular"

"Thank you, father"

"Shall we?" He gestured at the door.

I looked down at Edda who gave me a concerned look.

"No, it is alright," I insisted, "I do not need the praise. All I need is some more time alone with my Lady to make sure she is alright,"

He clenched his jaw "I'm sure she can take care of herself-"

"Goodbye, Lord Bolton" Edda smirked. I was taken by her boldness... And slightly aroused.

The Warden of the North hesitated before storming out.

I gave her a look "A mighty Stark you've become, my bride"

She laughed faintly before saying "No. Bolton" as she traced the letters on her arm with her index finger.