"Does this house even know how to properly treat a Lord?" Those were the first words I remember him saying. Ramsay Snow had reputation. There wasn't a soul alive who ever wanted to be in his presence. Or have his attention. Lady Forrester had scurried all the servants away from the great hall. Unfortunately...Ramsey….wandered off track. He was here to see the new Lord. Lord Ethan. So young….he was younger than she was. Jennifer was at the age of marriage. Well...past for someone of her station. "Did you not hear me?"

She must have looked like a deer that stared at a hunter. He seemed amused at first, but now? Now it seemed like Ramsey was now annoyed with the servant girl. She blinked twice finally getting over the shock of seeing him here….in the kitchens….which was not near the great hall...well...not one for a guest. "I-I apologize, my lord. I was not expecting anyone to come down here. Especially someone of your status."

"So there is someone here who knows manners….imagine that." His finger reached down to her chin lifting her head to look at him. Jane couldn't help but shiver as she looked up at the smirking Ramsey. "Do you like games?"

"I-I am afraid I'm a bit too old for games, my Lord." She paused. "It would not be proper for me to interact with you in-" Fuck. What in the hell was she saying. She felt like she was digging a bigger hole. Jane took a step back from him hitting the counter a bit. "What can I get you, my lord? You probably did not come to talk to a commoner."

He just shook his head at her. While he didn't move from his spot it felt like he was circling her like a hawk. "Ludd wouldn't stop complaining about how your Lord didn't have any bread. I-"

"I've sent it up already. Bread and salt and some fruit. It's free-"

"Do you usually interrupt you betters?" She hadn't even noticed that he standing in front of her now. Staring down at her. Jane was about to say something but was turned into a deer again when Ramsey grabbed her hand. His grip was sharp and painful. Digging his nails into her skill. "Do you know what's the best about pets? When they misbehave...and they do...all you have to do is...remind...them...of their place…."
There was no way she could hide the pain he was putting her under. It felt like he was going to break a bone. "Now!" He let go all of a sudden with a mood change. "Send up some more bread. Enough for a garrison."

"...yes my lord. Right away." The answer seemed please him and he was about to leave the room, but stopped in the doorway. Almost as if he was in a gleeful thought. "...your name?"

He wanted to know her name? A commoner's name? Ramsay Snow wanted her name? That was not a good sign. For him to request her name...Ramsey Snow wanted to remember her. "...Jennifer, Lord Ramsey."

With that he just hummed a happy tune before finally leaving the kitchen. Jane was rather glad that he was gone, but she was still shaken up by the incident. Ramsey...was not someone you wanted visiting and not because he was a bastard. Jane shook her head causing her brown hair the swish. She wanted to forget what happened. She wanted to forget that interaction. Wanted to forget that Ramsay Snow asked for her name. How often did a Lord ask for someone like her name?

By the time she brought up the bread to the great hall the news has reached her. Ethan was dead. The servants and high members of the court were in full effect. Ryon was gone, Talia and Lady Forrester were properly in mourning that they didn't have the energy to deal with the garrison's of Whitehalls Ramsey had placed here. The Whitehalls were enjoying the victory and Ramsey? Time had passed, but she hadn't heard if he actually /left/ of yet. When Jane entered the great hall with the bread the men did what men did. Act like pigs.

For some reason someone had made the mistake to give them wine. They had torn down tapestries and there was some woman all over someone that was sitting on the throne. The woman was blocking her gaze. Wonderful. Most of them hadn't paid any attention to her as she put the bread on the table. All except one. He was drunk beyond belief. She had seen him swaying and swearing that was not proper in a great hall. He had blue eyes the seemed to dart all over till he noticed a foreign hand put down a plate and immediately grabbed it. "Did they finally sent some entertainment?"

Oh his words slurred like nothing she had ever heard before. As if Whitehills weren't terrible normally. "No. Just to deliver bread."

This just caused the man to pull her closer. "Now is that anyway to talk to your new masters." The men around just laughed. Jane wasn't sure if they were laughing at how foolish he sounded.

"Does your flag fly? Does your Lord sit on that throne. Is even his son here yet? No? Do you pay me?"

"Oh I can fucking make you pay!" he growled raising his hand. Then everything was a blur to her. Things tended to be a blur when instincts took over. Jane had tugged back hard causing the soldier to fall out of his seat. It wasn't hard...he was drunk. Taking a slap would have been better….easier. But no...her instincts had taken over and now she had the attention of everyone. That should have been bad enough...but apparently the gods hated her. A very familiar laugh came from the Throne along and her head snapped to the familiar Bolton.

Ramsey was gleeful as he shoved the woman off him to see the scene in front of him. Ironrath was turning out not to be too terrible after all. It had decent entertainment. "Jennifer! Is that anyway to your guests?"

"I-" He wasn't so supposed to be there. Ramsey was supposed to be gone. Not still here. He had an amused look on his face. If that wasn't bad enough he was motioning her to him. Jane could feel her heart beating out of her chest as she walked up to the Ramsey. The woman on the floor now scurrying away.

He didn't do anything but stare at Jennifer for a bit. Average. Short. But that's not interested him about her. Oh she would be so easy to break. He could already imagine the bruises on her. Oh yes...she would do well. "Sit"

Jane hesitated but did as commanded and sat on Ramsay's lap. His hands traveled to her hair. For a servant it was quite nice. He hummed a bit as the men returned to the merriment before speaking again. "You're not from here…."

"I'm from the North, my lord."
"But not here...that or are you defective as well as dumb." Her eyes met his and he only seemed to smile more. There it was...the flicker of anger and hurt. "There it is. Here I was beginning to think you had no other emotions at all."

"I've been here a year...I ran from the war." He smirked.

"No faith in your Lord? For shame." His other hand traveled across her waist. "Certainly you didn't run from Dreadfort."

"Winterfell…" Jane said softly. There was what he wanted. Emotion. That was why she was interesting. The glipsies of rebellion.

"Winterfell….no wonder why you left. Such a horrid place. Maybe I should punish you for leaving-"

"I didn't serve them." She snapped and immediately regretted it. His playful attitude quickly changed and she had got a backhand in response. The entire hall got quiet for a second before continuing. However Ramsey did not go back to the way it was before. He immediately scooped her up and hoisted her over his shoulder. He didn't say another word and most of the Whitehills didn't seem to even notice departure from the great hall. A couple of guards followed Ramsey's exit. Jane had no time to really register that they were not Whitehill guards following. She only became aware they were outside when she felt the rush of the breeze as Ramsay walked down the stairs. He finally threw her off his shoulder onto the hard ground. Jane groaned in pain.

"Shame...I was hoping you'd hit that rock." Ramsey said carelessly as he straddled her. The guards behind him chuckled. "Now….my dear. Do you remember what I said earlier….about pets?" He sounded so relaxed one of his guards handed him a small knife. Jane paled at his question.

"...yes."

"Yes? Hm...clearly not well enough." He nicked a bit of her skin as he began to cut the cloth of her dress. All Jane could do was whimper. "Yes what?"

"Yes, ser. I remember your words well."

"You do? Well that's a relief." Ramsey was no more gentle than before as he cut off the top of her dress. Not caring if he cut her skin in the process or not. "I was beginning to think you were dumber than Reek."

Jane was close to tears and he hadn't even hurt her that much. He just chuckled brushing some hair out of her eyes. "I haven't even started yet...you won't survive if you're breaking down now. Ah!" He grabbed her wrist that had wandered over to towards her breast. "No shielding my view... these stay out of my way…" he accented moving her arm above her head.

"Yes...my lord." she somehow said. Somehow...somehow the words left her despite overwhelming feeling of wanting to scurry away. He hummed as he continued cutting her dress.

"There we are. Isn't she pretty boys?" The chuckles from the men along with some hooting at her body. Jane couldn't help but close her eyes wishing everything was gone. "Now who wants to go first?"

Jane sat up immediately at hearing those words. "No! Please! I beg you my lord!" Her outburst was quickly met with Ramsey shoving back down roughly.

"Now what did I tell you?" Jane let out a scream as he plunged the knife into her leg. She would be able to thank the gods later that it was a short knife. Tears ran down her face.

"How you've survived in a Lord's presence is beyond me." Ramsey said as finally pulled the knife out of her leg. Jane didn't have any time to react before he plunged into her. It was painful more than the knife wound. She was dry as the desert but that wasn't what she was crying about when Ramsey paused. She didn't need to know that he had smirk as wide as his face.

"My My…..is this why you left?"