After the big battle that while winning them a Winterfell cost them Rickon. She waiting for him to meet her in a designated spot outside Winterfell. He wasn't able to raise the bodies that far from the wall but he still had the original one that followed her all the way here.
She has been crying. Her beautiful face streaked with ugly dirty lines and her eyes red rimmed.
He knew she was crying of cause but he left her mind completely for a while, allowing her privacy to grief.
But mostly because he couldn't stand to feel his fierce strong Edaline so torn up and lost.
As much as he enjoyed torment her in other ways, this wasn't it.
It only made him furious, made him want to destroy the entire world for her.
Destroy every person that had anything to do with causing her this pain.
She ran into his (well, the dead man's) arms and pulled him forward.
"You can bring him back can't you?" her eyes glistened feverishly.
"Let's go! I know where they moved his body until burial!"
He stood still as a mountain. She tugged a few more times and looked up in confusion.
He didn't bother reminding her that he only promised to spare or save one brother one time, and he fulfilled that promise.
It didn't matter, if he could - he would have done it to take that pain away from his little queen.
Instead he stroked her face gently with the grey dead hands.
"I cannot Edaline, he has been gone too long - even my power is beyond that. They most I can do is raise him as a mindless meat soldier, and this far south I would need to do that through your hands, not those"
and he rose the dead hands of the body into the moonlight.
She stopped pulling on him and her whole body sagged.
She guessed that much, but she had some hope..,
Then her brows furrowed and her eyes got that hungry inhuman look that to him - singled her out amongst all of humanity as his perfect night queen.
"Let's go, I know where he is"
She heard Jon tell Sansa where Ramsay was being kept, Sansa was going to rest, say her goodbyes to their little brother and pay Ramsay her own visit in private before the sun rose.
Edaline didn't ask to come, she knew Sansa had her own… darkness to deal with.
But Ramsey didn't just wronged her, her wronged Edaline the moment he laid hands on her beautiful older sister and dragged her down into the darkness where they both resided.
Because Edaline rode up close enough to lock eyes with Ramsay Bolton, former Ramsay Snow, and she knew without a doubt that they dwelled in the same shadows.
Where good, kind people like her siblings, did not belong.
And how DARE he, show her sweet Sansa even a glimpse of what lived there…
Ramsay heard the door creak open and the lock shut.
He could have sworn he heard several people walk in, but he only saw Edaline Stark - the other sister, step out of the shadows.
The dogs have been whimpering and howling as if in fear ever since he heard the footsteps through, but he dismissed that.
"Hello Ramsay, do you know who I am?"
She walked closer into the light and he notes that she was beautiful like Sansa, but unlike Sansa - her eyes weren't kind.
They were black like coal, and something in her face reminded him of Myrranda.
She walked over to his chair and stroked his hair gently.
"Poor Ramsay, do you hurt?
What has my brother done to you?"
And she straddled his lap and kissed the top of his head.
"I heard what you did to Sansa"
She murmured into his ear, licking at the dry blood on his cheek"
She leaned back - unlacing her dress and letting the top fall around her waist in a black puddle
"I think Pyter Baelish matched you with the wrong sister" she whispered.
"Sansa doesn't like to play you know.. she is so… boring"
"But I do" and even with the dim light he could see the bites and the cuts healing all over her naked flesh.
Ramsay felt himself getting hard in spite of his best intentions to ignore the girl on his lap
She pulled out a small knife and delicately traced a cut down her breast letting a drop of scarlet collect on her nipple, which she placed next to his lips and he eagerly sucked.
"Oh such FUN we would have together my lord" she moaned and he thought - she wasn't wrong
But something, something was wrong.
They weren't alone!
He saw a set of brilliant blue eyes flicker in the darkness and he saw… a man, no a thing that was clearly dead walk out the shadows towards them.
Behind them, a group of very dead soldiers killed during the battle in various gruesome ways and left out to rot for the day (they were also all his men he noted) shuffled forward.
"Edaline! Untie me!" He screamed trying to get her attention
"Untie me or we both die!"
in his entire life he has never been as scared as he was at this moment, with those glowing blue eyes moving towards him as Edaline the dumb cunt was too lost in her own pleasure to notice.
The dead man walked up to them and grabbed her from the back by her long black hair.
Serves her right, she will die first!
Except, instead of screaming, she turned her head towards the dead thing and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"My king" she moaned bringing his hand to her left breast as the dead thing's mouth eagerly dropped to suck the droplets of blood where Ramsay's mouth was just minutes ago.
"My king, I have not had you in the flesh in SO LONG"
and she was clawing at his belt trying to get his hard dead cock out.
The fact that helpless tied up Ramsay was watching this in disgust and terror was clearly exciting her beyond all measure.
Ramsay randomly thought.
Here, here is a woman I could never grow bored with.
And his cock twitched in spite of himself.
The dead man chuckled pulling away .
"Yes my queen, but we went through all the trouble to raise those this far from the wall, what did you have in mind before you get carried away?"
"Ah yes! If I recall he made uses of my sister in certain ways quite often, so I thought I could return the favor"
When she said what she wanted Ramsay went as pale as the dead man and the dead man laughed
"My love you are crueler then me, just killing him would have been enough"
"NO"
And he screamed and screamed as dead hands untied him from his chair and pulled off his clothes, and he screamed and begged for mercy as he felt dead decaying fingers and cocks penetrate him while he was held helpless in place, his ass and mouth getting torn up by foul dead abominations from hell as no one heard him over the howling of the hounds.
Who he now knew were howling in terror of the dead blue eyed man.
"That was amazing" she said to her lover as she was pulling her own dress up, finally satisfied.
The Night King just shook his head and repeated killing would have been simpler and probably kinder.
"I didn't want to be KIND, or kill him - that's up to Sansa anyways."
and with that she directed the torture to stop and Ransay was redressed and tied back to the chair and he was alone.
Ramsay never thought just sitting could be the most painful thing in the world.
When the doors opened again and he saw a glimpse of red hair relief washed over him.
"Hello Sansa" he has never been more happy to see this Stark sister as he was now.