Cregan's POV
My father Roose was an absolute cunt of a human but he prepared me for many things from how to handle a betrayal, how to flay a man alive. One thing he never prepared me for was waking from the dead after being killed by my bastard half brother Ramsay the fucking prick, Or getting healed by FUCKING MAGIC now i would think that would be enough of a cluster fuck but no now my ears are longer and pointed, Thank the gods whoever did this didn't mess with my beard but i need to get back to the situation at hand with my saviors.
" Bolton? i have never heard of that family and your hold the Dreadfort i have never heard of that either?" questioned Chrom as he looked at me confused " Truly you must be jesting to have not heard of the flayed man of house Bolton even people as far as asshai have heard of us!" I exclaim dumbfounded how could someone not have heard of the boltons my ancestors made sure of that. " Milord this man is lying there is no house bolton just as there is no place called the dreadfort " states the one named fredrick i stand up pissed off " Are you questioning my honor", " woah woah calm down friend fredrick was not questioning your honor " says chrom
-sorry if its short but im tired right now next chapter i hope will be longer
