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The Cup of Wine
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Roose Bolton was sitting in his room, reading a book about death and despair. Beside him was a cup of wine. He did not think that his dark and damp castle was so bad. Quite the contrary, he found it quite... cozy.
This was pleasant. Why, if the opportunity arose to flay someone rose , he might've even said no.
Unfortunately, Ramsay kicked the door open and stormed in, all fire and brimstone, no manners at all.
"What are you doing Father?! Where's Reek? Have you taken him he's mine—!"
Roose ignored Ramsay's babbling, as if his bastard son had long since used up his right to exist.
"Not answering me, hm?!" Ramsay was turning a nasty shade of purple. "Just reading? Sipping wine like some uptight bitch?! I'm going to show you how to DRINK like a MAN!"
Ramsay took the cup, raised it high and drained the thing in one, long gulp.
Theon—or Reek, perhaps, wasn't that what he went by?—chose that moment to enter. "Lord Bolton? Here is the new cup of wine you wanted; I've come to take the one with the cockroach inside."
It was the first time anyone had seen Roose Bolton smile.