Next morning, I woke up with a terrible headache..

Anna told me that I've been drinking a lot and that my half - brother Ramsay was quite amused by that.

Wine. More wine.. Apparently I was repeating those words all the night.

Father knew nothing, because he went to sleep early and my maid Anna and Ramsay managed to hide everything about my behaviour from him.

Many thanks to both of them…

"Do you want me to call maester Tybald, m'lady?" Anna asked me.

I looked at her with my eyes half closed. She looks like an idiot, I thought. She knows nothing about Ramsay, her mother, me..

Gods.. This is too much for me and my conscience, I thought.

"No.. I'll be fine." I said.

My aunt, Lady Dustin, hates maesters. She calls them "gray rats". She hates them so much that she's often heard saying: "If I were queen, the first thing I would do would be to kill all those gray rats."

My aunt..

I hope she's fine.. I'll send her a letter tomorrow, I thought.

"Anna, find me a dress." I said and she nodded quickly.

She was a good girl, innocent and lovely…. at least she seemed to be.

Now when my aunt Barbrey left.. when she left me with my "everything, but nice family", I was desperately trying to find something positive, good.. something nice in this dark Northern fortress, that I never stopped calling home.

"M'lady, do you want me to choose the dress for you or…?"

"Yeah.. Bring whatever you want." I said codly and Anna brought me a dusty pink dress, my aunt's favorite.

"M'lady.." she said while looking strangely at my left shoulder.

"What?"

"The scar on your shoulder..?" she asked and my memories came flooding back.

I was lying on the grass, looking at Ramsay who stood smiling at me.

"You want to learn how to use the sword? Get up on your feet, now!" he yelled at me.

"Scar.." I said looking at Anna "It's a gift.. from my half - brother. The one you call "lord"." I said.

When I was ready I headed downstairs to have a meal with my.. family.

Father gave me one of his small smiles and Ramsay winked at me and held my chair as I took a seat.

Now I knew what was his opinion of me (oh my new little toy!), and so I was learning to ignore his fake hospitality. He won't fool me, I thought. Not me.

"Did you sleep well, child?" father was wondering.

"Yes." I answered and he kind of smiled again "I'm glad." he said.

Father took a sip of his wine and, with the courtesy that surprised me, he handed another cup to Ramsay.

He was never.. nice to Ramsay. I remembered how he insulted him many times, calling him "a bastard"... Ramsay considered it to be an insult. He never liked being called like that, especially not from our lord father, especially not when he was trying so hard to be his perfect son.

Maybe father grew fond of his bastard, I thought.

Oh... I wasn't here for too long.. Too long..

"Starks will held a feast at Winterfell and we're invited." father suddenly said and both Ramsay and I looked at him curiously.

"The feast?" Ramsay asked and father nodded his head "Yes, the feast." he said "I was thinking.. Diana and I will attend the.. feast and.. Ramsay… you're going to stay at Dreadfort. I'm putting you in charge, while we're not here." he said.

I didn't know what to think... I was somehow happy and exited because of the feast (well, more because of the great and legendary Winterfell) but I definitely didn't like the idea of Ramsay being in charge.

"You honored me, father." Ramsay said, not very convincing. It looked like he also wasn't completely pleased.

Later that day I went out in the garden together with Anna. The sun was going down behind the hills and Anna and I enjoyed the view.

"M'lady.. I never asked you.. Why did you.. lock me in your chambers that day when you first met me?" she said.

This girl talks too much, I thought. She's good hearted and lovely, but she sticks her nose where it doesn't belong. She never really stopped with her questions and that was more than annoying for me.

"Let me give you a little advice, Anna.. Don't ask too much. Just.. don't.."

And as I stood there with her, I saw a figure of a man approaching us.

Ramsay..

"Sister.. It's getting cold. Would you like me to escort you to your chambers?" he said and before I could even answer he took my hand and we started walking.

Nervously I looked around for any signs of people. I wondered where were those house Dustin guards…

Anna walked behind us. I could hear her small steps. But when we were in front of my chambers Ramsay ordered Anna to go..

He opened the door for me and we entered.

"You and I.. We have to talk." he said.