It was very late into the night when the Lords and Ladies retreated to their guest rooms. Ramsay and I walked Lya to the stables where she'd stay with the hounds for the night. Though I knew she did not like it there, Ramsay deemed it necessary, claiming we did not need "disruption" tonight.

I shakily made my way up the stairs to our chambers, with Ramsay following close behind. I could feel his eyes on me.

I was nervous, of course I was! I didn't know what was about to happen but I knew it had something to do with my red rose being gone for the month.

I stepped inside, hearing him close the door behind him, and suddenly I was the same Edda that first stepped into Winterfell, scared and weak.

Ramsay circled around me slowly, humming a little song while he looked me up and down.

"R-Ramsay?"

"Hm?"

"...Won't the Gods punish us?"

"They haven't punished me yet," He laughed, taking my face into his hands "Why are you so afraid what the Gods think my bride? You are to be mine, it's already been determined so!"

"But I'm not yours yet," I muttered.

His face hardened. Oh no...

He grabbed me by the waist tightly and pulled me in. "What'd you say?"

My heartbeat quickened and his strong grip made me whimper.

One of his hands jerked up my Flayer arm and the other forced my head to look at it as I battled tears "What does this mean?"

I didn't answer in fear I would start to cry.

Seeing my pain he let go, frustrated. But I understood him. He wanted me to want him the way he wanted me, to love him the way he likes.

Leaning against our table he muttered "I want you... How is this hard for you to understand?"

"I-I understand, Ramsay," I grabbed the flaying blade on our nightstand where he'd shown me how to flay Lady Wylla's arm. Having the weapon in my hand made me feel more secure, more confident, and somehow more willing to do anything.

Ramsay chuckled forcefully as he turned, "No, no you do not-"

He froze when he saw me with the blade in my hand. The tears in my eyes began to dry away and my breathing calmed. I gave him a crooked smile as I played with the blade in my hands. He was right! If they hadn't punished the Flayer for killing children, how could they punish me for pleasing my love?

"What are you doing?" He raised his eyebrow at me. I clenched my jaw, knowing it was time to show him what I had learned.

The blade gave him the wrong idea at first "What, you think you can kill me? After all the love I've given you, you just want me to die? Do you not trust me-"

"Do you?" I asked.

He was even more confused.

"I want to love you, Ramsay, like you want to be loved. Not just the soft kisses and the smiles but the pain. If you've taught me one thing it's that pain means pleasure." I pulled out a chair for him and pointed at it with the blade.

I half expected him to take the blade from me and stab me with it. Luckily, his scowl slowly turned into a smirk. With a light strut  and a never ending stare into my grey eyes he sat where he was told. "I'm listening"

"I'm yours, I understand that," I declared "...but don't think you're not mine as well"

He licked his lips teasingly, asking "What makes you think I'm yours?"

I hesitated before moving my blade over to the strings that held his vest together. I noticed the steady rise and fall of his chest as I pressed down on them, cutting them all in two. Ramsay Bolton, I found, was turned on by blades.

Ramsay got carried away and tried to take off his torn vest by himself but I quickly held the blade to his throat.

"Did I say you could do that?" I smiled devilishly.

He swallowed, his grin only growing wider as I pulled off his vest and cut his undershirt in two, throwing both of them to the side.

"And what now, Edda?" He tilted his head, "Here you have me, shirtless, what do you plan to do?"

I bit my lip. I actually wasn't sure what to do but I knew I had to do something. As soon as I caught a glimpse of my Flayer arm I knew what to do.

Ramsay had followed my gaze to the letters on my arm and gave me a suggestive look.

I sat on his lap, taking off my necklace to expose my neck to him. Tapping it lightly with the sharp end of my blade I said "Bite here if it hurts,"

"It hurts," he joked before I even got the chance to start.

"It'll hurt more," I smirked. At that I received a low growl.

I pressed the tip of the blade on the left side of his chest and started to cut an "L" into his skin. Ramsay clutched my thighs. The beads of blood that came out of his chest made me worry I'd hurt him, but it because evident I did not. He barely complained, in fact he moaned. He liked it.

In my best cursive writing I managed to carve "Lady," on him.

He looked down at his chest and frowned "Lady?"

"I'm not done!" I chuckled.

Ramsay rolled his eyes, his hands gripping harder at my thighs as I continued to carve one last word right under "Lady"

I pressed a little harder this time and the blood leaked out beautifully. Like a river it trailed down his chest and stained his belt. Seeing his blood made me tremble with greed. I liked doing this to him as much as Ramsay liked having this done to him.

He couldn't take it anymore, he lost it as soon as I finished the last letter. He bit down hard on my neck,making me shriek in excitement.

His blood dripped on the ground as he picked me up and pressed me into our bed. The blood from his wound fell on and ruined my dress, but I couldn't care less at that point. Whatever he was going to do to me, I was going to enjoy.

Taking off his belt he tied my hands to the bedpost. He snatched the blade from my hand and he cut my beautiful dress in half, laughing "Next time, get a black dress. I like you better in black,"

I nodded.

Before he tore my corset I mumbled "Wait," Doubt entered my head again. I felt as I had been awoken from a lovely dream and found myself inside a nightmare. "Please... wait"

His eyes met mine, waiting.

Quickly I tried to make an excuse for him to slow down "You've... never seen me without anything on"

Ramsay rolled his eyes amusingly "Yes, I know, that's why I was getting to it-"

"But what if you don't like the way I am?"

"Impossible. You're perfect-"

"But what if-"

"Edda-"

"I'm scared!" I spat it out already.

He hesitated, looking me up at down. I knew he'd always react poorly when fear and I mixed, but this time he was different. Reassuring even.

Clenching his jaw he leaned in so that he was completely covering me and whispered in my ear "You should be,"

I stayed silent, remembering who he was. He could kill me now in an instant if he wanted. But I was lucky enough to be loved by him, in fact I was the only person he ever loved! So I put my trust in him.

With a small nod Ramsay knew he had control over me again.

He cut my undergarments and marveled at my body. His big hands felt my stomach and travelled up to my breasts, which he squeezed. This made me wince and giggle.

"You like how that feels, little she-wolf?"

My eyes rolled to the back of my head, which he took as a yes.

"How about this?" One of his hands slid down my body and into me. I gasped.

"Ouch," I bit my lip in an attempt to ignore the feeling of his slightly too long nail scratching me from the inside.

"What? I can't seem to hear you..." He stuck in another finger.

I let out a yelp. It felt good in the strangest and unknown way to me.

He flashed a crooked smile. "That's better! Now," he covered my mouth with one hand and pulled down his trousers with the other. I stared up at our canopy as he spoke "This time you're going to stay quiet for me"

He thrusted inside of me and I let out a muffled scream. He did it again, harder, and choked me with his free hand. I reacted the same way and he chuckled at my misery. I felt so vulnerable, and I couldn't do anything about it. He had tied me down so well I couldn't move my arms.

I could barely breathe as he continued to pound his cock into me, hollering through his fingers as I arched my back. Though I admit it was nice at times, it hurt so much!

Just as I started to suffocate Ramsay let go of my neck, kissing the red marks he'd left and holding onto my dangling arms, slowing his thrusts as sweat trickled down his skin, cleaning his blood.

I panted as I finally started to get used to his size. Pleasure came with my relaxation and submission, and soon I was moaning his name. He was so close to me that I panted in his ear. The small tears of pain from my eyes had fallen down my cheeks and into his curly, humid hair.

To my surprise Ramsay looked as if he was suffering. He groaned, clutching my arms and digging his fingers into them as he winced. Was this because of me?

I thrust myself upwards to help him, but he pushed me back down as he struggled to speak "I... I can't..."

Suddenly every muscle on his body relaxed. As I panicked about what had just happened Ramsay laughed whole-heartedly, smiling as he exhaustedly fell onto the side.

"Don't worry, my love," he untied me, "It happens every time. It's what makes children"

My eyes widened. "What?" I hurriedly sat up, looking at the sticky substance on the bed, on me, and on Ramsay. "You mean... You mean I could be...?"

"Yes," Ramsay kissed my neck, "The mother to my children."

"I..." I gulped, almost crying again because of the overwhelming feeling that my life as I knew it was over "I'm..."

"You're a woman now," he stroked my cheek as he laid on his side. Ramsay took my hand and placed it on his carved wound "You're Ramsay Bolton's now, Edda"

I was trembling. My legs and womanhood hurt. But still I managed to bend down and and kiss the wound: Lady Bolton's.

"And you mine" I licked the blood off my lips after reading my writing.

He gave me his crooked smile before pulling me on top of him and kissing me lustfully.