JON'S P.O.V

He could still feel the sharpness where the arrows had broken through his skin, the arrows that were released by Ygritte.

"You know nothing, Jon Snow," was the last thing she said to him before she loosed the arrows, the first one hit before he got onto his horse in order to ride back to Castleblack. It pierced through his shoulder, the other two into his leg and back as he rode off. In truth he knew she let him go, let him live because she loved him and he loved her. He had broken his vows, he had lay with her in a cave. The pain from the arrows was not the worst he felt this day, upon his arrival he had learned that his brother Robb was killed. Not only this but Robb's mother Catelyn, her throat was cut to the bone, many others had died, Lord Edmure had been taken hostage and his brothers direwolf Grey Wind, who was brother of Ghost has been slayed, as for Ghost he was missing. There were no words to describe how Jon felt. Sorrow? Bitterness? Regret? Heartbroken perhaps, destroyed perhaps, but these were just words, they meant nothing to him at this point.

When Jon had learned that Robb was in open rebellion after their father Ned Starks head was taken he planned to join him, to leave the Nightswatch because that didn't matter anymore helping his brother is what mattered to him, however Sam and the others stopped him and now until his dying day he would feel remorseful about the fact that he was not there to die alongside his brother, that's all he wanted.

"Last time I saw Robb he was at the courtyard in Winterfell," he began as Sam entered, "He said next time I see you, you'll be all in black, I was jealous of Robb my whole life," he groaned at the pain from the arrows and from the ache he was feeling in his heart the empty ache where Robb used to be. Sam stood behind him and looked sympathetically, "The way my father looked at him, I wanted that, he was better than me at everything," Jon smiled while he named off, "Fighting and hunting and riding and girls, gods the girls loved him," he laughed, "I wanted to hate him but I never could, I loved him, I loved my brother," Jon hung his head down. He felt tortured by the mere memory of him. It was like Ned Stark dying all over again.

"I want to hate you sometimes," Sam mumbled.

"What?" Jon inquired.

"Well, your better than me at everything except reading," Sam said, Jon turned round and they both shared a smile.

"So they are calling it the red wedding," Jon scoffed, "betrayal is all it is, the Frey's they broke bread and salt with my family offered him guests rights and they slaughtered them all anyway, the Bolton's don't differ, Roose pretended to be friendly with Catelyn then stabbed my brother in the heart," Jon felt vengeful as he spoke. Sam piped up,

"Speaking of the Bolton's, they have your friend, you know that girl you used to send letters to she has been sent there to work as a handmaiden," Jon's eyes grew wide. Ellyn, he thought, not Ellyn.

"Why, Sam?" he said defeated, "Why is she there?" Sam smiled as though he knew Jon was going to enjoy this story. He told him how it was said she pulled a sword on King Joffrey and asked him to fight her in one on one combat. He told him how Joffrey cowered away from this fight and had his guards surround her and take her away. It was said she was too dangerous to keep in the castle and therefore had to be sent away. It took Jon a moment to process what he had been told, but when he did a massive smile crept over his face. A smile he didn't know he could use while in despair over Robb. That's my Ellyn he thought, "She would have beat him too," Jon began, "It was me and Robb who taught her everything she knows about fighting and she would have beat him," he repeated. Although Jon was happy she had finally stuck up for herself he was overcome with worry, yes he loved Ygritte but there would always be a place in his heart for Ellyn she was the first girl he'd ever even thought about being with and he pondered on her often, even when he was with Ygritte. Jon wondered if he should ride to the Bolton's and save her although he told himself she was in no real danger the Bolton's and the Lannister's were clearly allies now so they weren't going to mistreat the Queen regents cousin. The more he thought on the matter the more uncomfortable he grew, "Maybe I should go get her," he whispered, "I mean, I know Mance Rayder marches on Castleblack and we need to defend it first but perhaps after we could rescue my friend?" he asked, that is of course if he did not get hanged.

"I'm sure she is safe enough Jon, I mean what are they going say when you tell them all this wildling stuff and then drop in about saving a girl who is only. a handmaiden I am sure she is fine Jon, one problem at a time," Sam smiled at Jon, he was correct. He must defend the wall. He swore an oath "Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, and father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come." This oath was to defend the wall amongst other things, he already broke his oath with Ygritte he was sure it would be easier to break a second time as he thought of her bright green eyes and soft bouncing hair. If he ever heard a slight sniff that she was being mistreated, he told himself he would go there with or without an army and he would bring her back. If she could handle Joffrey, she could handle anyone there he told himself. He must appear now before the commanders, before Maester Aemon. He was to tell them of beyond the wall and of the oath he broke. Whatever he was to say, whatever he was to happen he had to prepare them for the wildling army. He thought again of Ygritte, she was marching the wall too. He may have to come into combat with her and he knew he could not kill her. In turn he would die, although she let him go once she may let him go a second time?

RAMSAY'S P.O.V

Ramsay's stood in the courtyard as he waited patiently for his father and his men to return, he had gotten word only that morning that his father was almost home. He felt himself fill up with excitement as he imagined his fathers face when he had learned that his own bastard son had done to that of Theon Greyjoy, Lord of the Iron Isles, and he, Ramsay, had broken him into submission. Ramsay stood switching his weight from foot to foot as the guards yelled.

"Open the gate!" and in flooded horses topped with men and then finally his father, Lord Roose Bolton sat upon his horse looking down as Ramsay's face was almost like stone, he watched a fat grotesque looking women climb down from another horse. His father approached him, the dark haired lady following and Ramsay took a deep breath,

"Father, welcome home," he breathed in a stale tone.

"Walda, this is Ramsay Snow. My bastard," his father spoke, without so much as a hello. Ramsay forced a smile to his face and walked towards the sweat soaked women and placed his arm around her neck.

"A pleasure, mother," Ramsay said, faking happiness and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. The woman looked at Ramsay and almost seemed shocked by his welcome as she cheerfully replied,

"Hello." Ramsay mentally cursed himself as his face started to hurt with smiling, but there was no time for worrying about that as he put his lips on the cold plump skin of his new mother, his father spoke again.

"See to it that the horses are fed watered and rubbed down." Ramsay nodded, the fake smile still present as his father spoke to him. He did not however make eye contact as he kept his eyes on the woman his father seemed to have dragged home, "And take Lady Walda to her chambers." Ramsay's eyes snapped to his fathers face as a handmaid appeared behind his new mother and stated,

"This way m'lady," and the two women walked off, much to the gratefulness of Ramsay. His father walked towards him and spoke in a low but firm voice.

"Where is your prize?" He asked and Ramsay smiled gleefully, knowing all to well he meant. Reek.

"With the hounds," Ramsay answered, meeting his fathers' gaze and straightening out his face. His father sighed and walked back to his horse, grabbing a box from the side of it.

"I'll have a look at him," he stated and began walking away. Ramsay stared at him as he called out,

"Lady Lannister has also arrived father," he smirked as his father looked over his shoulder and nodded.

"I already know, I hope you have been making her quite at home," he answered and turned his back, leaving Ramsay alone but full of excitement and pride. Ramsay's father walked towards the castle and Ramsay quickly gathered himself from his own thoughts as he spotted a familiar face grabbing at the mans hand.

"I heard you took the hand of the king slayer," he said and laughed lightly as he took his hand back.

"How he screamed, you would have loved it," the man answered and both of them erupted into a loud, almost witch like cackle as Ramsay disappeared to fetch Ellyn and Reek.

Once Ramsay had left the courtyard and entered into the castle, he gathered Ellyn and Reek and began marching excitedly down a long dark hall,.

"It's time you met daddy," he said excitedly as Reek shuffled slowly behind him down the corridor. Ramsay could almost smell the fear that he was feeling and he smiled as he turned his attention to Ellyn before the guard opened the doors to the large dinning room his father was in. It was a lot larger than Ramsay's chambers and far better decorated, with a giant fireplace, which had already been set to heat the room. It was covered in candles on all the walls in order for anyone to see and a long table sat in the middle of the room surrounded with chairs. To the left sat one single chair with a basin beside it, obviously this was for shaving and there, in a large brown chair, sat Roose Bolton. It seemed as though he had just settled into his chair when the three of them arrived and Ramsay smirked as Reek moved slowly behind him. Ramsay stopped about a foot away from his father, halting both Reek and Ellyn.

"Father," he said proudly as he held his head high and his father looked towards him. Roose Bolton sighed and stood as he walked towards them. Ramsay pushed Reek forward. so that his father could get a good look at him up close.

"What did you do to him?" he question, although he did not at all seemed shocked by the man that stood in front of him. Ramsay smirked and looked at his father and then at Reek.

"I trained him," he stated proudly and lifted his chest. "He was a slow learner, but he learned," he went on as his father refused to take his eye's off the man that was formally known as Theon and he breathed heavily through his nose.

"You flayed him," he said coldly and finally turned to Ramsay. He felt himself get a little nervous as he spoke back to his father.

"I peeled a few bits," he started and began playing with his sleeve, looking up at his father through his eyelids, "removed a few others," Ramsay looked everywhere but at his father as he continued to speak and suddenly his father was right in front of him. Ramsay could feel his breath on his face.

"This was Balon Greyjoys' son and heir." he said coldly and Ramsay felt himself become defensive as his father seemed to cast his eyes briefly on Ellyn behind him.

"We have been flaying our enemies for a thousand years," he answered back stubbornly. "The flayed man is on our banners!" Ramsay began to raise his voice as he spoke. His father interjected quickly and harshly.

"My banners." Ramsay, for the first time in what may have been his whole life, felt his face slightly redden. " Not yours, you're not a Bolton. You're a snow." Ramsay's face frozen in anger as his father walked past him, the sounds of his shoes echoing through the room but was then replaced with the booming voice of his father as he spoke."Tywin Lannister has given me the north." Ramsay looked back at Ellyn and forced himself to smirk at her," But he wont lift a finger to help me take it." His father spat the words out as he continued walking across the room. Ramsay dared not follow him and stood beside Reek, and his face now turned to his father.

His father began speaking about the Iron borns, and Ramsay found himself inside his head. How dare he speak to me like that in front of them, he cursed, after everything I done for him? I did all this for him! I made the Lord Iron born submit! He screamed in his mind but was quickly torn from it when he heard Reeks former name being used.

"Theon Greyjoy was a valuable hostage, not your play thing." his father had stopped walking and Ramsay stared in his eyes. "I wanted to trade him," Ramsay opened his mouth and before he could stop himself the words had already come out.

"I already asked, but Lord Greyjoy refused." he stopped and waited from his father for a few seconds before continuing, "Savages have used-" his father again cut him off and Ramsay could feel himself filling with anger.

"You sent terms to Balon Greyjoy without my consent?" he questioned and Ramsay's eyes widened slightly. He could hear Ellyn shifting uncomfortably behind him and he suddenly felt braver.

"You made me acting lord of the Dreadfort," he said his voice becoming almost like a whisper as he finished his sentence, before taking a breath and placing his hands in front of him, "I acted," he almost spat. Roose Bolton's eyes seemed to glow with anger as he approached his son, only a small gap between them.

"I had to smuggle myself into my own lands because of the Greyjoys," he said his voice low and angry. Ramsay tried to look away but found in very hard with his father being so close. "We needed Theon," he said his voice softening," we needed him whole," he continued in a pleading tone. Ramsay couldn't find the strength to contain his self as he spoke.

"Theon was our enemy, but Reek, Reek!" he spoke excitedly, keep eye contact with his father his smirk spreading across his face, "He'll never betray us," His father's eyes glazed over as he shook his head and turned away from his son.

"I place far to much trust in you." Ramsay's face soured, his jaw clenched in anger when he suddenly got the idea to prove his plan to his father.

"Reek?" he asked and kept his head straight, Reek jumped at the sound of his name and turned his head to face Ramsay, "How could you let me stand in front of my father unshaven? It's disrespectful," Reek shook as his mouth opened and Roose Bolton stopped in his tracks and listened,

"Sorry, my lord" Reek answered and looked at the floor. Ramsay walked towards the chair and sat.

"Give him the razor." the whole room began quite and watched, As Reek stood beside the tub of water and waited, "I'm not a Bolton father. What does it matter?" Ramsay stated calmly as his father watched, his eyes shocked. Reek was handed the razor by Ellyn, Ramsay could see from the corner of his eye that Ellyn seemed a bit shocked at what was about to happen, "Come on Reek, a nice close shave," the words slipped from his mouth like silk as he held his head back, exposing his neck to Reek and closing his eyes.

Once Reek had finished Shaving Ramsay, during which Ramsay had insisted that his slave tell his father what had really happened to the Stark boys, much to his fathers shock and disbelief. Ramsay took this time to challenge his father about if the stark boys where still alive.

"The Starks have always ruled the North." Ramsay said calmly as Reek shaved his neck his hands shaking from fear and Ramsay could see the sweat forming on Reeks forehead. "If Bran and Rickon are alive, the country will rally to their side now that Robb Stark is gone," Ramsay fake a sad pout as he looked up at Reek's face, which has grown wide with fear, his eyes filling up with tears as Ramsay spoke his hand began to shake harder, "Oh, that's right, Reek," Paused and glanced at Ellyn's face, "Robb Stark is dead, Sorry," He said unsympathetic to his slave, "I know he was like a brother to you but my father put a knife through his heart," Ramsay heard Ellyn gasp, but focused his attention of that of Reek, who had now paused at his throat with the razor and was gritting his teeth. After a few seconds he stopped and continued to shave Ramsay, who smirked with pride as he sat clean-shaven.

"I have a job for you Ramsay." his father spoke and Ramsay looked towards Reek and Ellyn as he continued, "You want to prove yourself a Bolton? Gather whatever men you have and ride to Moat Cailian, bring this creature of yours and Lady Lannister. They maybe of some use." he spoke calmly and sat back in his seat as Ramsay's grin widened and he nodded,

"Right away, father. Come Reek, Ellyn," he stated firmly and began to walk towards the door of the room.

"Wait a moment, there on the table is a gift for Lady Lannister, sent by the King. I kept my word that she would get it." Ramsay turned and stared at Ellyn waiting for her to move.

ELLYN'S P.O.V

Ellyn's feet felt as though there were fully grown well-fed horses sitting on top of them as she walked towards the box, which Roose Bolton was gesturing towards. She struggled to lift them up but one foot after the other she made her way to the box, it was a grand size and it was crimson red with a lion on each side of it, her heart rate quickened, it couldn't be could it? Before she knew it she stood before the box. She felt the eyes of Theon, Roose and Ramsay glued to her. She felt as though she was standing before them naked. Even though she was wearing her uniform, it was weightless, and her body was very heavy. She lifted off the top lid of the box and inside it was satin walls and a tuff of auburn hair greeted her. She pulled it slightly up and seen the face of her friend Robb, and everything was spinning.

"King Joffrey sends his regards." Roose spoke but his voice seemed distant. Everyone seemed far away. It was only her and the head of Robb in the room while the rest span violently. The colours mashed in together. Her throat was dry and crisp as she spoke.

"May I be excused, Lord Bolton?" her voice was normal as if nothing had happened. She looked up at him with her own face. Nothing changed, It didn't crinkle up in sadness as it often did because she was not crying. He granted her to be excused and she turned and left the room being very careful not to look at Robb's head again, it would only traumatize her further. Her eyes met Ramsay's and he did not look happy, he did not look like he was enjoying her misery, dare she think that he looked almost sympathetic towards her. She was afraid he would hug her on the way out, she couldn't take that it might make her break and Roose Bolton was not going to see her break.

She shoved past Ramsay on the way out. Quickly she broke into a run toward the kitchens. Surely she should throw herself into her duties. She could clean, she could cook, and she could do anything but think about what was happening. The King the North was gone and Joffrey is all that remained. If she was lucky, Daenreys would cross the narrow sea and take Westeros for her own. We would have a Queen and Joffreys' head could be mounted on a spike. Had she thought of the smell that came off Robb. It was a horrible, vile smell and his skin had began rotting. Hot salvia filled her mouth as she thought of this entering the kitchen, the salvia was replaced by vomit and she opened her mouth and allowed it to spill all over the floor. The old maid immediately came to her side. She assured her she would clean it up, that it was alright, and did she know? Ellyn wondered, her eyes were standing in her head; they threatened to leave their sockets at any moment.

All she heard talk about that day was how Catelyn Starks throat was cut to the bone and how a knife took the life of the pregnant wife of her friend Robb. The girl was stabbed in the belly multiple times. Ellyn grabbed at her own stomach as she heard, this a little baby its life was taken so violently, she imagined a baby growing in her stomach. What that would be like, what it would be like if someone took it away from her. Of course if there was to be a baby there, it would be Ramsay's and all she could think was thank the Gods it would not belong to Roose. She heard of how Robb was shot by multiple arrows and how that did not kill him. It wouldn't she thought, he was so strong it wasn't until Roose Bolton himself stuck a sword through Robb's heart that he finally fell. They beheaded his corpse along with the corpse of the direwolf Grey Wind, and when she heard what they did, that they sowed Grey Winds head onto Robb Stark's body. She vomited once again this time all around herself it seemed it would never stop dripping from her mouth.

Once she was sure she was finished she reached for the wine and began to gulp it. The old maid inquired to whether or not she should ask Lord Bolton if Ellyn could have a bath.

"NO!" Ellyn screamed swallowing down more wine, "Ask Ramsay," the old maid pointed out that she was no longer in Ramsay's service that the true Lord had returned. "He basically gave me to Ramsay in there before he showed me my friends head. He said Ramsay is to take me on some mission. I believe its happening in a few weeks." Ellyn started, "Either way I don't care who I belong to. Ask Ramsay; I don't care what Roose says. He will be lucky if I don't slit his throat while he sleeps," she said coldly.

Ramsay of course consented to the bath; while the old maid washed her uniform for her she lay soaking in it. She remembered when she first returned south to kings landing. All she wanted to do was go back up North. She would have given anything to do so. She was stupid. She wanted to return to Robb, to Jon, she wished he had not taken castle black and they could all go on adventures together, even Theon could come. She thought upon her arrival in Kings landing, she sent two very large letters with the ravens, one addressed to Jon and the other addressed to Robb. Robb's letter contained a hello for Theon she would have found it odd sending him one of his own. She wouldn't know what to put in it, but she knew what to say to Robb and Jon alright. Both boys had conversed back and forth multiple letters until Joffrey had called for Ned Stark's head, then the open rebellion came and it would not be safe to be sending letters to them any longer. The absence of these letters made kings landing a very lonely place once again.

As she lay in the bath she traced the stark sigil on her necklace with her finger, she looked at the broken necklace and remembered Robb's wolf whistle as Jon put it on her, she remembered before she had gotten it she remembered the feasts which Jon's presence was not allowed, she sat with Robb then, she shared stories with him about Joffrey, he would of almost demanded Sansa not marry him but she would of hated Robb if he interfered, maybe he should have. She could not shed one tear even with how she felt, she somehow felt it was not real but she knew that it was. Ramsay entered the room and she quickly dropped the necklace under the water where he would not see it.

"Hello," she said, her voice lacked emotion just like her face Ramsay had brought a jug.

"There is still some sick in your hair, Lady Lannister," he said pouring water around it. He continued to soak her hair until it was free from the bile that came from her stomach. He held her close getting himself wet, even then she did not cry. She allowed him to hold her, she felt hollow, like she was an empty shell with only air inside it. She felt if he squeezed her much harder she would crumble in his arms, her bones would turn to dust, as would her flesh and he would have to empty her out of the water. "I have fed my dogs so you do not have to do that," Ramsay continued kissing her on the side of the head; she would have let them starve anyway she thought. Perhaps if she let them starve they would find their way to Roose when she let them out in the morning and they would eat him. She would like that. It would please her very much. She moved her head so that her lips would meet Ramsay's and she kissed him, hard on the mouth, anything to distract her from Robb, he responded vigorously and lifted her out of the water kissing her roughly and biting on her lip, she copied him, though she bit down so hard on his lip that she drew blood, "ouch," he smiled as she sucked his blood into her mouth letting it run around her tongue. He lifted her out and dried her. "Perhaps you should go to sleep my lady." As if she could sleep she thought after what she had just seen.