RAMSAY
Her eyes were firmly fixed ahead which angered him. Her attention should be on him. Only on him. Unless he gave her permission to look elsewhere. But the meekness that she displayed in her bedchamber always seemed to vanish once she was permitted outside of it.
It was as if the bedchamber sucked out all of her strength and fire, while everywhere else within Winterfell rejuvenated it. But despite this, he still allowed her out of the bedchamber from time to time. If only because the stark difference between her fiery spirit outside of it and her meekness within it offered him unending amusement.
It was always fun to throw her earlier actions back in her face as he punished her for it. But still, when she ventured out of the chamber, the boldness would overtake her again.
Now as he stared at her profile, her pale, perfect cheek irked him. The desire to backhand her was overpowering. But it would be a foolhardy thing to do out here in the yard. She might cry out, which would alert everyone's attention.
He was almost tempted to lead her deep into the woods and unleash his frustration on her. But the resulting injuries would only lead to questions about why her mouth was bloody, her eye blackened, and her cheeks bruised.
Ramsay gritted his teeth as he maintained the polite facade that he was forced to display towards her outside of her chamber.
"When will the glass garden be restored?" He heard her question. She still had not looked at him. How dare she address him without providing him the respect of her undivided attention? Ramsay seethed.
"The glass garden was an invaluable asset. Constructed out of Myrish glass. Winter is coming and if there's a war, the amount of vegetation that could have been harvested in it would mean the difference between life and death."
He crushed her wrist until he felt the delicate bone within them being squeezed. She shut her mouth with a gasp and he turned to her, icy fire raging in his pale blue eyes.
"Do not lecture me, wife." He spat the word at her and then his face smoothed into a smile. "You do look so lovely right now."
The pain in her eyes and the discomfort on her face pleased him, so he gave her a forgiving kiss, deciding not to further punish her for her insolence.
He released her wrist, disappointed that he could not see the red imprint that would have sprung up after his punishing grip. Her gown was long and thick, providing her protection from the cold; while simultaneously covering her bruises.
Unable to resist the temptation of marring her skin any longer, Ramsay decided that her obligatory walk around the courtyards to appease the Northerners' curiosity about the wellbeing of the last surviving Stark had been fulfilled. He grabbed her hand and pulled her along as he headed into the woods.