10: Death Threats

Shannon was just about to reach for Gagltha when a knock on the door came. She sighed in frustration. I really do not want to be dealing with people right now I have better things to do. She thought as she tucked Gagltha back underneath the table. "Come in." She said through gritted teeth.

The door opened slowly, and revealed Sonia. She came in the room and looked around nervously. "Did Lord Bolton leave?" She asked quietly while still scanning the room.

"Yes he left a bit ago. Did Wil not tell you that when you entered?" Shannon asked as she shut the door behind Sonia.

"No, Will is not out there. Some other guard is out there. Will most likely returned to Ramsay since he came home." Sonia whispered and looked back at the door, "The guard out there right now is not very nice. He scares me. I told him that I had to bring you food or Lord Snow would get mad, and he just grunted at me."

Shannon took the bread and pieces of fruit from Sonia and thanked her. "I also bring news. Tabitha had the baby boy like you predicted, but I am afraid that she has grown quite ill and they are not sure if she will make it. Is there anything that your grandmother had taught you that could help her?" Sonia pleaded.

Shannon thought for a moment. She couldn't have Sonia knowing what she was, not yet at least. So a white lie would have to suffice for now. Shannon walked over to the table where she kept Gagltha under, and opened one of the drawers. It had housed the potions and remedies that Gagltha had taught her so far. "My grandmother was a simple medicine woman. She helped women in labor and the ill. This is one of her remedies it should rid the illness from Tabitha's body." She grabbed the navy vile and wrapped in the blanket she made for Tabitha's son. "Hid this in the basket with the food. If anyone asks, tell them you got it from the Maester. No one can know or Ramsay will find out, and I will get in trouble. I am apparently no supposed to do anything besides sit here and sew all day." Shannon rolled her eyes at the last part.

"Let me know if she gets better if she does not. Then let me know." Shannon said quietly as she pushed Sonia out the door.

She felt bad lying to Sonia, but it wasn't a horrid lie. Her grandmother did help women in labor, but she was a simple mid wife who lived on the reservation. She had faint memories of her that started to reappear as of recently. Her father's mother was a sweet yet stern Ojibwe woman, who had unfortunately passed when Shannon was six. Shannon couldn't remember having another family beside her and her parents; and they had all gone by the age of ten. Shannon sighed as she reminisced of her childhood that she began to remember. Out of nowhere the door began to open. "Excuse me! People usually fucking knock before they enter! How rude of you!" Shannon stood up and scolded the person who entered the room.

She stopped wagging her finger at the person when she realized it was Ramsay. "And you should not use such language with your Lord, or I will chop that pretty finger off." Ramsay closed the door behind him, "Beside this is my home. You are my pet. So, I can do whatever I please."

Ramsay began approaching Shannon and she slowly took a step backward. She then stopped herself and stood straight up. Stop showing him fear. He feeds off of it. She glared at Ramsay as he got closer. "It still does not mean it was polite. You should have more manners for being a lord, and stop acting like a bastard." Shannon spat back, and almost instantly regretted it.

Ramsay's eyes grew dark. He moved his arm behind her head and quickly grabbed a tuft of her hair in his hand. He took her and threw her to the ground and kicked her in the stomach repeatedly. Shannon coughed up a bit of blood. He grabbed her off of the ground a threw her against the wall. He placed his one hand on the back of her head pushing her into the wall, and his other hand he wrapped around her throat. "I've been gone for two weeks, and this is the welcome home I get from you. Looks like someone needs to be taught a lesson on how to be a good little pet and respect their Lord."

He spun Shannon around to face him. There was a tiny trickle of blood coming out of her mouth, and her head was spinning. She was sure that she had received a concussion from the impact. He grabbed her cloak and ripped it off of her. She was afraid that he would become even more enraged by the sight of her new dress, but he was focused on something completely different. He began to undo his laces on his pants and Shannon squirmed to get away. It was much use though, because Ramsay towered over her 5'1 frame and could overpower her easily with one arm. He began to hike up her dress and position himself in between her legs. Shannon began to panic and kicked at him with all her might. She had gotten a solid footing against his stomach and landed a powerful kick. Looks like all those squats did pay off. She thought as she maneuvered her way into the far corner from Ramsay.

He eventually regained his footing and went after her. By the grace of the universe, there came a knock at the door and a woman entered. "Not now!" Ramsay growled as he grasped Shannon by the arms, while she frantically tried to get away.

Shannon looked at the woman for help, but the woman did not even glance her way. Her eyes were fixed on Ramsay. "M'Lord your father requested your presence in his study." The woman with sandy blonde hair stated.

"Can that not wait?!" Ramsay was furious.

Not only had Shannon angered him with her insult, and then managed to kick him; but now his father was meddling in him fucking this girl raw. "M'lord I am afraid not. It seemed urgent." The girl stated.

She looked over at Shannon with a devilish gleam in her eyes, and left Shannon confused. Was this girl not trying to help her? She had never seen her before, so she didn't know what this girl could have against her.

Ramsay let out a low growl, that sent a shiver down Shannon's spine. "Fine, Myranda." He let go of Shannon and began readjusting himself to prepare to see his father. "Next time you interrupt me, while I am handling business I will rip out your pretty tongue. As for you." He said as he turned and faced Shannon again. His eyes were filled with rage. A rage that Shannon knew she caused, and knew she should have been smarter about. "Don't you even fucking think of moving. I will be back to take of this soon." He said darkly as he stalked out of the room.

Did he mean literally? Like I can't move from this spot? That's rather stupid, but I best not say anything or I'll get my ass handed to me again. Not like it was the first time my smart mouth got me in trouble. Thankfully the universe intervened, and sent…Myranda. Myranda!? The crazy psycho girl that loves Ramsay?! Okay universe I would have rather you send me someone else. Shannon thought as she stared at Myranda.

Myranda stood near the door, glaring at Shannon wishing she could just kill her now. "Look I know what you are probably thinking. I don't want him though. That psycho piece of meat is all yours dear." Shannon laughed nervously, while she wiped away the blood from her face.

"I don't know what he sees in you. Most women would have been fed to his dogs by now for talking to him the way you do. You are small in stature and in breast. He has me to bed every night, I do not know why he needs you." Myranda seethed, this was the first time she came face to face with the foreign woman Ramsay brought back to Dreadfort.

"No need for mean comments, and like I said he is all yours. I do not want him. Satisfied?" Shannon put her hands in the air like a surrender.

"I won't be satisfied till you are dead." Myranda stated coldly and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Shannon sighed, "Well that escalated quickly. I am so glad I am so good at making enemies in this world."

Ramsay had found his father reading a book in his study. Roose did not look up from his book upon his son's arrival. "You requested my presence father?" Ramsay stood still with his arms by his side waiting for his father to speak.

He could still feel a small pain where Shannon had kicked him. He smirked to himself at the thought of her resistance. As much as she angered him, he enjoyed a challenge. Strong willed people were always the most fun to break. "No, I did not send for you. But I was meaning to talk to you about how your tasks went." Roose stated not raising an eye from his book.

It irked Ramsay when his father didn't look at him but he wouldn't allow it to get under his skin. "It went well father. I handled the few men that refused to pay their taxes, and made an example out of the one Lord who dared to speak ill of House Bolton." Ramsay reported proudly.

"Good." Roose said blankly as he turned a page in his book. "I ride for Winterfell in two weeks to attend the feast for the King. You shall be the acting Lord of Dreadfort, while I am away. If anything I do not approve of happens when I am away, I will make sure that you never receive the name of Bolton."

Ramsay nodded and made his way toward the door. "Before you leave, I want to tell you that you are to leave the seamstress girl alone. She is to be crafting my wear for the feast, I do not need your foolishness interrupting her. Also, I need her unscarred." Roose looked up from his book and at Ramsay.

Ramsay's face twitched, and he turned around to face his father. "Father, she is mine. Why do you need her?" Ramsay clenched his teeth.

He did not enjoy his father meddling in his affairs. "I am the Lord of Dreadfort. This is my domain. Everyone and everything in it belongs to me. She may be your little play thing, but I need to use her. So do not question me again." Roose stood up and glared at his son.

Ramsay nodded obediently and walked out of the room, with a dark look in his eyes. Myranda met him in the hall, and grabbed her by the arm and drug her to his chambers. She was all to happily to oblige. Meanwhile, Shannon sat in her work room reading her spell book with no clue what had just conspired, and no clue the turn of events that were about to happen.