Chapter 14: Hardhorne
The Boltons ride through the snow on their horses, getting steadily closer to Stannis Baratheon's encampment. Twenty good men, armed to the teeth and covered in heavy coats and armor, follow behind Ramsay Bolton as he rides ahead. The bastard can see the campfires now, and he pulls out his sword as his face breaks into a grin. He cannot wait to wreak havoc and take heads. Who knows, maybe he will be able to have a little fun with Stannis himself. His twenty good men will help him as needed.
Or at least, that's what they told him before the raid was organized and started. They have been steadily falling behind him. An archer rides up to the front of the pack, and a nod from the captain gives him permission to nock his arrow. The archer can see a few torches in the distance; no doubt being held by Stannis' sentries. Action must be taken now.
The Bolton lets fly his arrow, and he can hear Ramsay's scream from many feet ahead. Upon seeing their leader fall, the raiders turn around and ride off. How could Ramsay have not thought this could happen? He already killed at least six of his comrades while toying around with that ironborn Theon. The twenty good men know that no chances could be taken with this maniac. If Lord Roose asks any questions, they will just say Ramsay was killed by the Baratheons.
Ramsay's horse rides forward as its owner lies bleeding and broken in the snow, but it's eyes quickly go wide as the torch-bearing sentries come closer. It quickly turns tail and gallops off.
Ramsay Bolton's eyes open just in time to see the gleam of his horse's steel boot. The hoof smashes right into his face, shattering his skull instantly.
The sentries soon find that the blood trail left by the horse goes on for quite a distance.