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Silently pacing back and forth in the great hall, under Ramsay and her ten men's stare, she waited long enough to make sure that the tension in the room would be through the roof.
Her hands were crossed behind her back as she strolled along the room, trying to gather her thoughts and find the right words.
"Never had I thought I could get disrespected like this" she started, ceasing her walk in front of Ramsay, her men a few feet behind him "These men serve my house, not yours".
The soldiers lowered their heads, ashamed, Ramsay kept his up, a challenging stare oriented in her direction.
"You" she pointed at her soldiers, harshly "Get out of here".
Once the men were gone she marched past the bastard, aiming at the long table that was set in the middle of the room, she figured it was a dining table even though she had never eaten at it, in the last weeks at the Dreadfort she had only eaten in her room, alone.
Her hands gripped the wooden chair at one of the far ends of the table and she moved it far from it, the seat was heavier than she expected, leaving her arms aching, she sat.
Ramsay followed her movements in silence, staring at the girls back the entire time, her dark brown hair swinging side to side following the movement of her hips, he stared at her struggling to pull the chair, a smirk gracing his lips, she was tenacious and he liked that about her. Once she had sat down, he mimicked all of her moves and sitting at the table, opposite from her.
A glacial silence fell in the room, the clatter of the footsteps long gone, even the bird outside had gone silent. Annalys stared into Ramsay's icy eyes, cold sweat dripping down her back, heart throbbing, she didn't advert her eyes from him.
"That was so insolent of you" her voice was calm and considerate, she slowly rested her arms on the wooden surface "You cannot do that, I am to be your wife and I will not stand here and watch you act without me".
He stayed silent, implying that she could go on, their eyes still locked.
"From this day on we will do things together, I will not tolerate something like this again" she stood up abruptly, the chair creaking as she moved it, finally breaking their untold staring contest. Ramsay stayed put.
Annalys grabbed her skirt and walked out of the silent room, the only noise being the one from her shoes, clacking on the stone floor and echoing all around them.

She had gotten up early that morning, the sun was hiding behind the clouds, projecting a gloomy light all over the fort, shivering from the cold she tiptoed to her wardrobe, grabbing a dark green dress. She tried to make no noise at all, scared her handmaidens would come rushing in. Annalys tied all of the knots on her intricate corset, casually eyeing the courtyard every now and then, she could hear chatter and the sound of footsteps on the pebbly road. The castle was awake.
Rushing out of the door seemed like the best idea so that no one could have the time to realize that she had gotten up, by herself, and had gotten dressed, by herself.
The lady of Woodsteep knew exactly where she wanted to go, heading right for the stairs that would take her to the maester of the Dreadfort.
She had already been there a couple of times, in the days of Ramsay's absence. She had spent them walking around the castle, learning all of the secrets held in its walls, she now knew every road and corridor like the palm of her hands.
Climbing slowly the stairs she looked around, making sure no one was following her. Once at the top she caught a glimpse of the maester, sitting on a rundown chair. The tower wasn't well kept, webs could be seen in every corner and crevice, the stone floor was of an unusual brown color and vines appeared from the windows and clung to the inside stone walls. Being situated at the top of a spherical tower, the room itself was round and its floor was wooden instead of the usual stone one. The entire place was bare, with nothing hanging from the dark walls and a small table with just one chair stood next to one of the two windows
She approached the old man in a gentle manner, taping his shoulder to get his attention.
"Good morning, my lady" he got up from his seat, startled, bowing his head in respect he continued "why are you up so early, my lady? Are you not feeling well?"
Annalys shook her head, anxiety bubbling up into her stomach for what she was going to say.
"No, maester, I'm alright" a deep breath, she walked swiftly to the window, avoiding the man's eyes "I was just wondering if you got any letters for me".
A pause.
She turnerd around, looking the man in his eyes, for a second she thought that a glimpse of hesitation had crossed his face.
"My lady the last, and only, letter you received was from your sisters a week ago" Annalys nodded, gazing all around the room, her eyes stopping upon the cages of the ravens "Are you waiting for some other letter?".
She gulped, her heart thumping at the thought of Robb.
"Or perhaps" he ...after a moment of silence "you wish to send a letter yourself?".
Her hands quivered at the thought of writing Robb a letter, she needed to know, she needed to hear from him, but she knew there was no chance she could get away with it. Annalys could still hear Robb ordering her not to write to him unless he wrote her first, she shook her head once again, reassuring him.
Annalys sighed at the thought of Robb, he would always comfort her, always knew the right thing to say. She was sure he would always protect her and she suffered knowing she couldn't quite do the same.
"Well, thank you for your services" she said, trough gritted teeth, she took a last look at the room, her eyes landing once again on the cages, although she could see several of them only three were occupied by ravens, two looked similar, both scruffy, old and dirty, they reminded her of the Dreadfort, the last one, instead, seemed to be out of place between them. His feathers were dark and shiny, his eyes awake and ready and tied around his neck was a blue ribbon, different than the red one the other two had, she squinted her eyes trying to distinguish the sigil of the house it belonged to, being able to catch a blurry shape of an animal.
She knew just one thing: that he, like her, didn't belong there.
The maester had walked all the way to the wooden door, his old hands impatiently pointing at the exit in a hurried manner, she complied, climbing down the stairs quickly, the ravens leaving her head immediately as the thought of what she had to do next ran through her mind.
In the few weeks she had been there, Annalys had finally mastered the roads of the Dreadfort, jumping down the last flight of stairs as she approached the hall, the one that could either lead you to the yard, the kitchens or the dungeons.
She casually walked to the latter's door, which was unusually closed, standing in front of it gave her the chills, she fought an internal battle, raising and lowering her hand to the door knob.
Taking a deep breath she inched closer to the door, hearing footsteps right behind it, she panicked, bolting away from it and towards the entrance of the yard.
"My beautiful betrothed" Ramsay's voice pierced through her head like an arrow, she froze on the spot.
Annalys turned around, fully aware that Ramsay wasn't a fool and he certainly had caught up on her stupid idea, even though she had ran towards the yard she was still more close to the dungeons than everything else. It was all painfully obvious.
"My lord" she exclaimed in an overly sweet voice, she waltzed over to him, her green dress moving gracefully with her.
"What are you doing here, up so early?" He grabbed her hand between his, being so close to him she could smell a strong scent, almost like a mixture between rust and something extremely pungent, like bile; she tried her best not to gag.
"I wanted to have walk in the woods, try to see the wildlife" she explained, an almost genuine smile gracing her lips, she would always do it at the Woodsteep.
"I'd be careful, out there, my lady" he said, lightly grabbing her waist, her heart pounding faster, the fear subsiding and being replaced by intrigue.
"Oh" she theatrically exclaimed "and why is that?".
"It's just dangerous" the light grip turning into a strong hold, making her gasp "I wouldn't want you to get hurt".
She shook her head, at a loss of words, his head inching the more and more closer to hers, her heart exploding and eyes automatically closing.
She waited there for a few seconds, confused, Annalys opened her eyes just to meet his glacial ones, awfully close to hers.
"Even the dungeons are dangerous, my lady" he whispered, his nose brushing hers, sending tingles trough her body "you should stay away from it".
He ordered, releasing his grip, living her hip aching, the bastard walked past her, grinning wickedly.

After her failed attempt to reach the dungeons, Annalys had gotten even more resilient. Ramsay had hoped that by locking her in his room she would've given up on her silly little quest to see her friend, but instead he had brought upon himself more hate from the brunette, that was even more determined to see Theon, now that even her pride was at stake, she was resolute.
She still had no idea what she would do once there, her mind constantly aching to see a familiar face.
Theon wasn't surely Robb, but he was the closest thing she could find.
Torn between the hate and love she felt towards her friend she had figured that the best way to act was see him.
Annalys had decided to risk going there during lunch, knowing that, probably, the only thing she needed was luck and not a good plan. She needed to find the right time when the dumbest set of soldiers would be guarding the door.
Marching to the dungeons was fairly easy, this time the door was wide open, descending the stairs was too, as she expected a group of men stood at the end of the corridor.
They were peeking into a cell, laughing and pointing at something, she gagged in disgust, only cruel men could laugh at someone else's suffering.
She climbed a couple of stairs once again, using the narrowing in the wall as an hiding place, she squatted there for a long time, waiting for the men to go away.
After a while she heard them climb the stairs, she put a hand over her own mouth to make sure they wouldn't hear her while she was sitting in the shadows so it was really difficult to spot her.
She jumped out of her hiding spot only when she was positive that everyone else had went away.
Carefully Annalys jumped out of the narrowing, stretching her tired limbs, she climbed down the stairs, her heels clacking on the stone. Running to the cell, she was almost in front of it when Ramsay opened the door and got out of it.
The two locked eyes, the bastard smiled a vicious smile, he was covered in blood, Theon's blood, noted Annalys.
"Going somewhere?" he had asked her, she frowned, playing dumb.
"I got lost" she lied, looking around her, knowing full well her excuse wouldn't be believable, Ramsay took a few steps closer.
From her place, Annalys couldn't see inside of the cell.
"Oh, my dear Annalys" his voice turned sweet, very different from his real one "you really think that I will fall for this, you know that I hate liars, right?".
"I…" started to object the lady, but she cut herself off "I just want to see him".
"I'm afraid he's sleeping right now" he fake pouted, like he really cared.
She stepped forward, their chests clashing, her hands rose to his shoulders trying to move him over, to her left.
He stood still, amused. She kept pushing, nails digging in the leather of his clothes.
"Let me through" she whispered through gritted teeth, hoping not to raise attention on them.
She started to pounce on him, the man stood still until he got fed up and grabbed an exhausted Annalys by the waist, flinging her on his shoulders.
The lady screamed at the top of her lungs, punching and grabbing and scratching everything she would find. She felt Ramsay climb the stairs effortlessly and she cursed herself for having such a petite and easy to overpower figure.
Ramsay climbed another flight of stairs, gripping Annalys' waist as hard as he could, he wanted to leave bruises, he wanted her to remember it. She flinched when he grabbed the spot that he had already bruised a few days prior.
Once in the corridor he gestured to a servant to open the door for him, the only light in the room came from a small window, the sun was beginning to set in the sky.
From her position on his shoulders Annalys noticed that the room wasn't hers, surely it looked identical to hers, but the smell of it was off, the bed was messy and the atmosphere was gloomier.
She caught a glimpse of the table by the window, covered in weapons, some clean, others bloody and she screeched.
He walked to his bed, dropped her on it, stunning her.
With quick steps he got out of the room, locking the door behind him.

Annalys silently climbed down the stairs, descending every step slowly so that she wouldn't make any sound.
Her mother had always scolded her for being too stubborn, but she could never help herself. She had only been freed a few hours prior from the bastard's room when Ramsay himself had finally unlocked the door, walked her back to her room, and told her sternly to stay in there.
She listened for noises, checking if someone was around.
A guard sat next to the last step, his head resting on the stone wall, eyes closed, she resisted the urge to laugh at Bolton's men, great choice Ramsay, she found herself thinking, this is a good one.
She slowed her pace, trying to be as soundless as possible.
Once surpassed the guard she kept moving stealthily, she knew Theon's cell was the last one in the corridor. She looked inside, the grid's small splits were not helping, she couldn't make out Theon's shape perfectly.
She opened the simple lock on the outside with a scoff, and then, after hesitating a few minutes she pushed the door open, not fully closing it, terrified that she would accidentally lock herself in.
Theon was sleeping in an inhuman position, his limbs were spread in all four directions, tied to a cross.
The stench he released was so strong, Annalys almost gagged.
She was still next to the door, not daring to take a step towards him. She eyed the man before her, he didn't resemble her friend whom he used to play archery with.
She had come to the cell ready to get revenge, but once there, all she could see was her friend Theon, not the betraying murderer Theon Greyjoy.
Running to him, trying to ignore the smell, she raised her arms to his right wrist, untying it from the wooden cross, his arm was slimy from the blood so it took a few attempts for Annalys to finally free it.
Theon woke up with a jolt and a slight scream, the lady looked at him with concern.
"Annalys" he exclaimed, shocked "please help me" his voice was reduced to a whisper.
She tossed the rope away from them, then moved to his other wrist.
"How did you get here?" He asked, his voice weak and shaky "Did you come here to rescue me?".
Annalys' hands stopped working on the second rope, she lowered her arms by her side.
He was right, what was she doing?
She took a step back, Rickon and Bran's faces flashing in her mind.
She took another step back.
"Annalys" he raised his voice, sheer panic seeping through.
She shook her head, a war raging in her mind.
"Annalys please, don't leave me here" he pleaded, crying, his free hand was reaching for her, grabbing at the air like a baby would do with It's mum.
She took another step back.
"No" she whispered, her blood-covered hands clutching her skirt, staining the light green with red marks.
"Annalys".
"I..." She began, but closed her mouth.
Another step back.
She had almost reached the cell door, she didn't dare look him in the eyes. She wanted to scream, her lungs felt empty, her head turning.
A lump in her throat didn't let her speak.
Theon's whimpering died down, she raised her head to see him struggling to untie his other arm.
They locked eyes, his bloodshot ones meeting her blue stare.
He was too weak to untie the knot in his left hand.
"Please".
She turned around, grabbing the door with both hands and flinging it open.
She ran out of the cell, tears welling up in her eyes, her vision was blurry as she tried to close the gate properly.
Theon's screams were muffled by her own sobs.
She tried to get away, but her legs gave in, forcing her to fall on her knees on the floor of the dungeons.
A few steps away from Theon's cell.
She curled up in a ball, burying her face into her knees, sobbing in the fabric of her blood stained dress.
Theon's cries joined hers in a heart clenching song.

Ramsay climbed down the stairs at full speed, he couldn't wait to see the show.
His guard had called him as soon as possible, telling him that the scene was too good to pass on.
Trying not to make any sound he neared the end of the dungeon's corridor.
It was hard to spot her at first all curled up on the floor, the dimly lit corridor not helping his sight.
She was wailing into her skirt, funny noises and whimpers coming from her, she was also shaking.
Although the best part were Theon Greyjoy's screams from inside the cell, he would call her name every couple of second, begging her like a dog.
Ramsay smiled, a genuine happiness seeping through him. She had actually fell for his trap, she really thought that the guard would really be asleep? And that the cell was locked with just one simple chain?
He stared at the whimpering mess before him, he felt proud of himself. He had managed to break both his two little pets all in the same night.
Ramsay walked past Annalys, gesturing the guard to follow him inside.
Theon's scream died in his throat at the sight of him, his right arm dangling near his leg, lifeless.
The knot on his left wrist looked untouched, the bastard tried not to laugh. What a loser.
"You'll pay for this later" he said, before watching his guard punch him straight in the face, instantly knocking him off.
The man proceeded to tie his wrist back on the cross, while Ramsay walked back to Annalys.
The brunette had raised her head and was staring at the wall in front of her.
"He killed them" she whispered feeling Ramsay right next to her.
He crouched down in front of her, a tender, out of place, expression on his face.
"I told you to stay away from him" he caressed her tear stained cheek "I was so preoccupied that this would happen.".
Annalys stayed silent, grabbing his calloused hand between hers.
"He deserves to be punished, my lady" he said, emphasizing the first part of the sentence "He has to pay for what he did".
The bastard rose from the ground, helping her up, he offered her his arm, in comfort.
They started to walk out of the dungeons together.
Ramsay knew that the Stark boys were still alive, but he needed her anger and thirst for revenge, eventually she would have helped him destroy Theon Greyjoy. She couldn't know the truth, he needed her hatred.

Annalys climbed the stairs of the dungeon, Ramsay's words ringing clear in her ears.
He deserves to be punished, she told herself, he has to pay.

I'm back
This authors note will be quick because I don't have time to write, long story short I'll be staying in a place that has little to no wifi so I'll seldom use my computer and I'll update only if I know that people will actually read it, because it will be a pain in the ass to upload. I already have a few chapters written.
Anyways, have a great summer!
Love you,
Nicole