Ok, so this story is written just for fun (and because one rainy day I was so much bored). It's a little bit "dark" and weird and wicked, and in some later chapters even disgusting, but I think I did it with style lol.

Diana is not your typical Westerosi lady, she's neither Sansa or Margaery, nor Arya.. She's just.. different.. more dangerous (in later chapters) for her enemies, but for herself also.

This story isn't meant to offend anyone, so.. if you don't want to read a fanfiction with incest, rape, murder and other sinful, unhappy, scandalous things, than don't, just don't..

I don't support any of the previously mentioned things (like incest), I just wanted to write something crazy and here it is..

The first few chapters are short, and the story itself is a little bit slow, but that's how I like it. Also, English is not my first language, so if there are some mistakes, I'm so, so, sooo sorry.. :/

I don't own any of these characters, George is the genius, not me! I only own Diana Bolton and some other minor OCs.

Also, you can follow me on Tumblr: /ladyofhousebolton ..

So yeah, once again I started to write this story just for fun, so don't take it too seriously or something and please feel free to leave your comment.

I still remember very well the night when I saw my half - brother Ramsay Snow for the first time. It was cold and it was raining heavily and I was dressed only in a tin white silk that was supposed to be my nightgown.

I was told that I should never shake or tremble, that I should get used to the cold weather.

"Winter will come one day and you have to be ready." father said to me.

I smiled then.. I thought those were just some stupid Stark words.

Boltons are Northerners, Boltons are dangerous, Boltons are strong, but I stood shivering in the cold air and IT WAS SUMMER!

I'm pathetic, I thought.

I guess I wasn't enough Bolton. I was never enough Bolton..

But I had to remind myself and sometimes even my older brother Domeric that I AM a Northerner, that WE ARE from the North.

I fought to be what I believed it was the best.

I am a Northerner and so is my half - brother Ramsay.

Ramsay..

Ramsay is a Northerner and Bolton more than me and definitely more than my brother Domeric, I had to admit.

Domeric was quiet. He was nice.. But Ramsay is wild as north..

I wanted to be like Ramsay.

I wanted to know how to fight. I liked blades.. I liked dogs.. But my brother Domeric liked more to play the harp..

At least I am better than Domeric, I thought.

Wait.. Better?

Was I better just because Ramsay told me that?

"At least you are true Bolton unlike that stupid cunt.."

Well, I trusted Ramsay and I paid the iron price for that.

I knew my life was going to change the same moment he came to our life in Dreadfort. I only didn't know, in what direction..

"This is my bastard." father said like it was nothing.

The strange boy looked first at my brother Domeric and than at me. Domeric wasn't interested in him, but I was. I wanted to know all the secrets behind those ice - blue eyes.

"What is your name?" I asked him and immediately he looked at me through the corner of his eye "Ramsay." he answered coldly.

I came few steps closer to him so I could have a better look at his face.

My eyes are different than his, I thought. They are blue too, but not large and cold. I was told many times that I resemble my mother, Lady Bethany a lot. My brown hair is long and wavy and my blue eyes are warm as much as their blue colour can be.

"And you are?" he asked while looking at my small seven years old body from the bottom to the top and than again at my face. It looked to me like he was examining me.

I giggled and even my father and my brother smiled.

"Diana.." I answered quietly and the boy smiled at me "I'll call you Dia." he said.

I should have told him that day that I'm not Dia! That I'm Lady Diana of house Bolton for him and that he's just a bastard for me.

But I didn't know..

I knew nothing about him and I knew nothing about people.

"Dia!" he yelled at me when I refused to kill my nanny Nora.

"No." I said "You're insane!" I said and he smiled at me.

"I'm insane.. and you're weak." he told me and he grabbed the knife from my hand "Our blades are sharp." he said and I screamed. I screamed his name.

I was alone in a forest with my crazy half - brother and with a dead woman who was dead thanks to him and thanks to my stupidity.

I run away from that bloody forest where Ramsay killed my sweet nanny and who knows how many people. I was screaming, crying and running towards the castle and even in all those noise I made I could still hear his laugh.

Few days passed and I didn't leave my chambers. No one really cared, so it was the same for me.

Father was busy working, brother was busy reading. Only my mother sometimes visited me, but she didn't even seem to notice.

I didn't tell anyone what he did, what Ramsay did. I was afraid that he'll cut my throat as well if I say anything or even if I leave the room.

I've never seen so much blood. Never seen so much hate..

I've had nightmares every night from that day.

"I don't want to be like him. I don't want to be like him!"

It was my fault!

Nora was dead because of me. I should have protected her.

I knew that he was watching her for months. She was young. She was beautiful. I knew that he liked that. I knew and I did nothing!

I should have done more to protect her.. from him.. from me.