Dreadfort (Domeric is 10, Ramsay is 13) this chapter was written with little help from ProtonCoccus

The air around the Dreadfort was colder than neighboring Winterfell. For a raven to survive such cold, it must have a special bloodline. Communication using those birds ranged from two to three days to a whole moon. Sending missives to the Boltons took around five days at best, and a week at worst.

Roose Bolton sat inside his solar, freshly leeched and pale as always. It was rare for the Lord Paramount to suddenly send him a letter, detailing the potential betrothal of his son Domeric and Sansa Stark. Perhaps, the Quiet Wolf finally broke free of the Trout Wife's control, that was what he hoped.

"You called for me, Father?" inquired Domeric, having just entered the room.

"Yes. I received a letter from Lord Stark. We are to depart for Winterfell in three days' time."

"To what do we owe this visit?"

"That my son, you will discover. You have always been curious about the Northern Ruby."

His father 's words struck Domeric. He was to meet Sansa Stark, a true jewel amidst the cold climate of the land. He had hoped to one day marry her; the Flayed Men could use some Direwolf pelts.

" Will Ramsey be coming with us " Domeric asked in a low tone hoping he wasn't Ramsey was a rough playmate to play with he was cruel and harsh especially to animals.

" Yes, unfortunately " Lord Bolton mumbled knowing he couldn't leave Ramsay alone God knows what the boy would do.

" When do we depart " Domeric inquired.

" In a few days, Domeric listen to me carefully this visit must go well you must be on your best behavior " Roose firmly told his son.

" I promise but I can't say the same about Ramsay " Domeric mumbled.

" Leave your half brother to me " Roose said knowing he would have a sternly talking with that boy.

His father soon dismissed him and Domeric made his way back to his chambers with a smile on his face as he was walking back he bump into someone on the way.

Domeric looked up and noticed it was only his cruel half brother, " Ramsay "

" Brother, why are you in a rush don't tell me father realizes what a disappointment you are and has cast you aside in favor of me " Ramsay smirked.

" No, father was just telling me we leave for Winterfell in a few days " Domeric answered.

" The Starks, I hear you're married to the red wolf a beauty but her eldest sister Lyarra is considered the most beautiful lady in the north I wonder why father didn't bethroed you to her " Ramsay exclaimed.

" Father says he tried to but Lord Stark refused the betrothal " Domeric muttered.

" I could see why you aren't good enough for a beautiful lady like that, Sansa Stark is perfect for you brother " Ramsay said.

" I should pack " Domeric said and tried to walk away but Ramsay blocked his path.

" Don't walk away from me little brother " Ramsay snarled yanking his chin up harshly.

" Ramsay, stop it " Domeric whimpered.

" Make me " Ramsay challenged with a smirk as he continued to torment the little bolton.

" What's going on here " Septa Ella said making his way towards the two brother, Ramsay cursed under his breath and released his weak little brother from his hold.

"Septa Ella " Ramsay greeted with a smile.

" Are you alright Domeric " Septa Ella asked checking on the little lord.

" I'm fine " Domeric whimpered.

" We were just playing " Ramsay said.

" I don't believe that's how brother should play " Septa Ella scolded.

" I will be informing your father of this " Septa Ella informed him much to Ramsay worry knowing his father would give him another beating for acting out.

" Septa Ella but " Ramsay trailed off.

" Come along Domeric " Septa Ella said grabbing the little lord's hands with hers bringing him back to his chamber not realizing the piercing stares Ramsay sent her.

Meanwhile In Winterfell

As Lyarra was in the crypts down below staring at the statues of her lost family members the statute that really interest her was her Uncle Brandon.

Her father didn't talk much about Uncle Brandon only that he was brave and head stronger.

Lyarra eyes soon turned to the statute beside her uncle, Shaena Targaryen her uncle had married a Targaryen from what she heard two were in love and very happy with one another.

But the young dragon princess had die in childbirth giving birth to stillborn child, as the young she-wolf continued to stare at the statue for some reason she felt a connection to the woman herself.

Footsteps began to approach, Lyarra turned her head and saw her father walking towards her with a smile.

" Lya, what are you doing down here your mother been looking everywhere for you " Ned said.

" I'm sorry papa I was just curious about the crypts " Lyarra mumbled.

Ned stared at the statues of his lost brother and sister signing he missed them each passing day.

" Can you tell me more of Shaena Targaryen " Lyarra blurted out causing Ned to look at her with a sad smile on his face.

His niece was staring to look like her mother more and more each passing day which worried him, it was no doubt that Lyarra was Shaena's daughter through and through the way she would sing and play the harp like Shaena and Rhaegar would in the capital.

Through she had his brother eyes, smile and spirit, she truly was both parts of her parents a stark and a Targaryen.

" Shaena Targaryen was the princess of dragonstone the younger twin sister of Prince Rhaegar, she was fierce and kind in many ways and cared deeply about the people's welfare she loved to sword fight with her brother Rhaegar and sing and play the harp " Ned states.

" She sounds like an amazing person " Lyarra smiled.

" She was " Ned muttered looking at his sister-in-law statute with sadness in his eyes.

" Did Uncle Brandon love her " Lyarra. questioned.

" Very much your uncle adored her the two ruled Winterfell and Dragonstone for a time being "

" Mother says she was a thief that stole things that didn't belong to her, why does mother hate Aunt Shaena so much " .

" That's a story for another time now come along you'll be late to your sew lessons your mother will be furious if you miss it " Ned said ushering the curious little ice-she wolf out of the crypts.