Later that day, I was walking through the gardens for hours, just thinking about my father and the conversation we had, when someone suddenly grabbed me by my arm and swung me around..

"What did you tell him, BITCH?"

Ramsay..

One look at his angry, cruel face and my entire world fell apart.. again.

"What did you tell him?" he repeated his question, this time without the "bitch" part, but still angrily, still furiously.. and I tried to say something, something in my defence, but I just couldn't find the right words. He caught me off my guard!

Immediately, I regretted refusing Ser Luke's offer to escort me to my chambers. He was very kind.. Ser Luke.

But Ramsay...

"Speak!" he hissed, his pale eyes glittered with anger.

I looked around.. there was no one to help. That garden was probably the loneliest, the most abandoned place I knew for...and I loved it for it! This was one of the rare places in Dreadfort where I thought I could find some peace.. It was clear to me then, that with Ramsay there was never a real peace.. not even a little bit...

Peace, safety.. No matter what my father says it's impossible, impossible while Ramsay is here, I thought.

We were alone..

Once again, we were alone..

I took a deep breath and I tried to pull my arm away, but he stopped me, digging his fingernails into my skin "You're hurting me!" I yelled, but he just kept doing those things with my arm, smiling at me viciously.

"Ramsay stop! I don't know what you're talking about, you're hurting me.." I screamed in pain, but once again a strangely warm smile crossed his pale face, and he grabbed my free arm also "Oh yes.. I'm going to hurt you, you little liar!"

We stood there, staring at each other and surprisingly or not, his hands left my arms for a moment, but just when I tried to pull myself together, he placed them on my arms again and ran them up to my shoulders "Bitch.." he whispered and grabbed my throat with his both hands, like he was trying to strangle me. I struggled to breathe because of how tightly he held my neck..

"Ram- Ramsay, ple- please.."

Than he pushed me against the cold, stone wall behind me, his eyes burned into mine, and even though it was more than intense, somehow, I managed to hold his gaze.

My father's promise was my motivation.

He can't hurt me, he can't...

I'm Roose Bolton's daughter! I am a Bolton!

"This garden is.. too close to my bedchamber, Diana.. Too close for you to be here.. Maybe you wanted to visit me?"

"N-no."

"No?"

He slapped me..

He slapped me and I groaned in pain and almost began to cry..

"Liar.." he said "Liar!" he yelled at me.

I didn't understand how did I provoke this sudden violence. What is he talking about? What did I tell? And to who? To father, maybe?

"You're playing with fire, Diana. You're playing with fire!"

As he spoke and spoke and spoke, the anger grew inside me like a powerful wave of disgust and disappointment.. disappointment in me, in myself. He couldn't disappoint me more than he already did.. It was me, it was all about me.. I was angry on myself! How can I tolerate this.. behaviour? How?

He slapped my cheek again, when I refused to answer one of his questions that I didn't even hear. And it was harder than before.

But I didn't make a sound this time. I saw it in his eyes, I saw his intention..

I AM A BOLTON! I AM NOT AFRAID!

"You... bastard. Who do you think you are?" I said through my teeth and the sudden confusion on my half - brother's face was priceless.

He looked at me in surprise..

He looked at me with ... with admiration?

But quickly, Ramsay got back to his usual boldness. He pushed himself closer to me, breathing on my face and he slipped one of his hands down to my tights "I like when you're wild.." he said "That reminds me of whose blood runs through your veins." he whispered in my ear, his other hand still around my neck.

"Leave me. Let me go.." I said "Let me go, or you'll regret."

But like always, Ramsay didn't mind my warnings. He just smirked and pushed his hand under my red dress, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

I shook my head a little shocked "What are you doing? Stop! Ramsay, someone will see..."

Ramsay just.. didn't listen..

Than I tried to push him, kick him, even bite him, but he was stronger..

"You just know how to change my mind." he said "I wanted to punish you, hurt you.. but instead of useless fighting, I'm going to enjoy your.. other weaknesses, sister. And no matter what you say, this will hardly be the punishment for you, believe me."

Suddenly I felt his fingers brush between my legs, rubbing against my thighs.. and I gasped as he lifted me, his other hand sliding rapidly down my hip.

He said he won't touch me down there.. He said it wasn't his to touch.. But now, Ramsay's acting like I belong to him, I thought.

"Do you want to feel him?" he asked and before I could say anything, Ramsay took my left hand and placed it on his... cock.

The feeling of his.. manhood under my fingers was.. strange. Never before I did something like that. I never saw it, touched it.. I heard other women talk about it, about men's.. thing, but it was different than I imagined, it was.. strange.

And now I was rubbing it, stroking it.. Everything on his demand, of course...

"Easy, girl.." he said smiling "We don't want to.. ruin your reputation. Let me do all job, today..."

He kissed my lips passionately and than he continued to rub his fingers up and down on my already wet and demanding.. cunt, never turning his hungry gaze from my eyes.

I hated him then.. I hated his power over me!

He kissed my neck, bit my shoulder and I hugged him as I felt a strange, strong sensation running through my body... I wrapped my legs around his hips, and my hands around his shoulders, digging my face into his back.. and moans of complete pleasure escaped me as he whispered my name "Diana.."

The feeling of his touch was just.. great, and I couldn't help but enjoy it.. I couldn't help but enjoy it like anyone on my place would..

For a moment I forgot about Ramsay, I forgot who he was. All that I wanted was him inside me..

But it was impossible..

"You told father. You told him something.." he whispered "He was angry, disappointed.. Do you even know how.. hard it was for me to listen him, to listen his insults?" he asked me, still holding me in his arms.

"You.. You deserve it.. You deserve even... even.. worse!"

"Oh.. Diana.." he groaned and once again placed his fingers between my legs (the type of teasing, that I began to "hate" the most) "Look how wet you are, wet for me.. but still you're fighting." he said "What do you fight for, sister? Power?" he asked, arching his eyebrow, but he didn't wait for my answer. Instead he pressed his hard lips on mine and after what seemed like a century, he pulled away and said "You were never his heir.. I was never his heir.. It was always Domeric, and after him.. who knows. We are same, you and I.."

Same?

No...

"We are not.. the same!" I said and I pushed him from me. It had to be over.. DONE.

Calm down, Diana..

Calm.. down now..

"You're such a.. bitch.. highborn bitch!" he said angrily "You want me, need me, but you don't want to admit it.. Instead you're insulting me. You're afraid of me and the way I make you feel." he said.

No, Diana.. No... Ignore him.. This will be all over soon..

Ignore him!

"You can't resist me.." he said and through a quite ridiculous and somewhat hysterical laugh he said: "You think you're so noble... perfect... but you're not better than.. Violet or Myranda.."

Myranda?

Oh no, you can't!

"You are a bastard! What can you possibly know about noble ladies? I am a lady, Lord Bolton's only living trueborn! You KILLED his other trueborn, his son, MY BROTHER! You will never be as good as Domeric was.. You are a bastard, dirty lowborn, murderer and whore lover! I don't care for what you think about me.. You will leave this place soon, anyway.."

Damn..

This is it.. He's going to kill me now.. He's going to strangle me with his bare hands, I thought.

Ramsay grabbed my arm, pulling me into his.. really possesive, uncormfoble and.. hurtful hug.

"Shhhh, little Dia, calm down.. calm down." he spoke, while stroking my dark, wavy hair with his long, cold fingers "You can continue to fool yourself, or you can accept the reality." he said, and he kissed the top of my head, gently.. very gently. He held me close to him.. so close and as he spoke, his touch was surprisingly becoming more and more.. comfromble.

He's up to something, I thought. Something.. mean.

"Father will never name you his heir.." he said "You are a.. WOMAN." he yelled the last word and I jumped in shock. The look in his eyes and the tone of his voice was terrifying. You never know with him.. You never know..

Ramsay let me escape his hug..

"And... you think.. he.. he'll name you?" I asked, surprising myself with my courage.

Ramsay smirked, like if he could read my mind "I do not know. That's why I said "who knows". But maybe.. maybe you can help me with that.." he said smiling.

"Never! I am not the girl you knew."

Fuck..

Diana, why can't you shut your mouth? You'll ruin your plan! You'll ruin everything!

He stepped toward me, never turning his gaze away from my eyes, and gently he brushed my hair out of my face.

I didn't move..

I didn't breath..

I didn't make a sound.

"I am the most logical choice and you know that.." he said somewhat nervously "Winter is coming, like Starks say, and who knows what can happen then. It's going to be a long winter, my lady.. Better stick to your Karstark husband-"

"You better stick to your whores!" I yelled and took a quick step away from him.. away from his touch.

Idiot..

"Dia.."

GODS!

"Don't call me like that! And don't you dare to talk to me like that.. never again! I am a Bolton, not you, bastard! Stick to your bitches and leave politics to a trueborn-"

"Politics are not for.. women!"

"And women are not for ignorant, sick, bastards like you!"

He angered me...

He angered me a lot!

The vicious bastard grabbed my arm again and pulled me back to him. It surprised him that I didn't even blink.

You can't hurt me..

You can't kill me, not even fuck me..

You are nothing!

"Diana.. don't tempt me."

"Or what? You are hopeless, Ramsay.. you can't silent me, you can't stop me.. Father needs me, he will protect me-"

"For now! Father won't be able to protect you when I come to power-"

"This is why you'll never come to power, Ramsay.." I said "You think I'm stupid? You think father is stupid? You present the danger for both of us. We know how.. sick and unstable you are. We saw it, we know.. I know! So, tell me, what can we possibly get with your legitimation? You don't know? I'll tell you what - You'll become even more dangerous, and than no one will be able to stop you easly. You have no conscience, brother, and you cannot be trusted. If you become the Lord of the Dreadfort one day, I will become your pet.. everyone will. You have.. our blood... You have our brain, I give you that. But you're a bastard too, and you killed a trueborn, a BOLTON trueborn! Something is wrong with you.. too wrong and I can't accept that.. I disagree with you in many things and I insulted you many times and you're not a man who easily forgets-"

"I will forget.. I will forgive if-"

"But I won't! I won't forget and I won't forgive... It is stronger than me. Father said that I have.. blood, blood of the Red Kings running through me. I am my father's daughter, I have my Bolton pride.. It is something in my.. in my blood. We are not equal. I am a noble girl.. I was born in Dreadfort, I was rased to be important. You may have our blood too, but you're a mistake, Ramsay.. my father's mistake. Never forget that!"

I don't know what happened.. I just didn't sound like myself..

More and more I was begining to sound like those arrogant, highborn fools, I used to hate. I reminded myself on Theon Greyjoy, the cocky ironborn, I met at Winterfell's feast... but that wasn't the worst part "My mother was a lady, yours was some whore."

With those words I have doomed myself, forever... I just didn't know that yet..

"Shut your mouth Diana Bolton!" Ramsay yelled at me "Shut your pretty mouth, or I'll cut them off." he said.

I smiled..

I laughed!

"But you can't.. You are nothing.. no one!"

Ramsay insulted me few more times and I did the same thing to him, until we both got tired from our fight and until we both decided that it was enough for one day. He left first, not turning back, and not so long after I went to my chambers only to collapse in the armchair by the window.

I took my dog, the dog he gave me, in my arms and I sat there silently possible for.. at least one hour..

But the blood - red sky above the Northern land darkened and I didn't want to waste any more time...

"Can I trust you Willa?" I suddenly decided to ask my, clearly confused handmaiden.

I decided to take Willa in my service. The girl was.. braver, more bold than Anna and she seemed loyal. I had two serving girls now.. One of them was a smart coward and the other one was not really inteligent, but certainly braver.. coward.

It was never a secret, that I had a.. aaa not the best opinion on my maids.

"Why yes m'lady, of course you can trust me!"

"Good, cause I don't want to.. chop your head off and feed it to my dog." I said and I gave her one of those glares, that my father liked to give to his.. subjects.

Once she saw it for a moment, the black - haired girl looked away and didn't dare to meet my gaze again.

Not bad, I thought. Anna would cry...

"Find Locke and bring him to my chambers." I said, and the girl obeyed without a question.

Anna would ask why..

She would even protest! A, man! A, man, a hunter.. in my lady's chambers!

This one is better.. This one I'll keep close, I thought.

"What do you think, Lucky? Maybe we should send Anna to work in the kitchen."

Lucky..

I haven't told Ramsay yet how I named our puppy.

"Well, he didn't ask me..."

I smiled..

Lucky? Seriously? Ramsay would laugh.. He would burst into tears.. if he had them.

I stood up from my chair and I went to the mirror trying to make myself more.. presentable. The marks of Ramsay's touches.. of our little fight, were still visible. "Oh, look.. he bit me there.." I said to myself, pointing with my finger on the red spot on my neck.

After a while I heard three knocks on the door..

"Come in."