Hey. Another chapter update for today. In this chapter Myranda tells Adora a few things about how life at the Dreadfort is going to be. I hope everyone is enjoying this story so far.

The water felt nice against Adora's skin but she had yet to let herself relax. She didn't trust this girl who Ramsay had sent to take care of her.

"You can relax you know," Myranda told her with a small laugh. "Things will go better for you here if you listen to what you are told."

"Why should I listen to you?" Adora asked eyeing the girl suspiciously.

The small giggle that was given to her in reply didn't ease her mind any. "Ramsay likes his women to be loyal," was Myranda's reply. "You show him that you are loyal and will allow you certain freedoms."

This was all starting to sound more and more suspicious by the hour. Why would this girl she never met before try to help her? But then again did it really matter. Myranda was the only person her who was actually trying to help her out.

"All right," she told the other girl. She allowed herself to relax as Myranda helped her wash her hair. To be honest it did feel pretty nice to have a nice warm bath. It had been a while since she had one.

"Stay right here," Myranda told Adora. "I will bring a towel and the gown that Lord Bolton and Lord Snow wish you to wear for tonight."

Not wishing to anger either of the Lords of the house further she did as Myranda told her. She watched Myranda disappear out the door. Sighing she allowed her eyes to fall shut relaxing even more into the warm water of the bath.

"You are very beautiful," came Ramsay's voice.

Adora's eyes snapped open as she pulled her arms and legs around her. "What are you doing in here?" she asked startled.

"I'm coming to check up on you, my dear. Make sure that Myranda is taking good care of you. We don't you getting hurt. Now do we?"

"Why would I get hurt under Myranda's care?" Adora asked curiously.

"Didn't I tell you yet, pet?" Ramsay smirked as he answered his own question. "I guess I didn't tell you." He smirked some more. "No. Do you want to know the good news my father spoke of?"

Adora nodded and looked up at Ramsay.

"We're to be married."

Adora shook her head quickly. "No," she said gasped in shock.

"Yes. Your brother Edmure agreed to the match."

Adora gasped in shock as Ramsay sat down beside the bathtub. He picked up the sponge that Myranda had left by the side of the tub. Adora backed away from him.

"Don't back away from," Ramsay said forcefully grabbing her arm holding her still. He began to sponge down her arms.

"Now," said Myranda, "I had her all nice and clean."

"You can leave Myranda," said Ramsay. "I will see that the lady is dressed for the evening."

"As you wish, My lord Snow," Myranda curtsied as she exited the room.

"I guess you should get out of that tub now," said Ramsay. He held out a hand for her to take.

Adora hesitantly took his hand and climbed out of the tub. When he her feet hit the ground Ramsay let go of her hand.

"See I can be a good guy," Ramsay smiled at her. "Can't I?"

"I guess," Adora said sounding somewhat uneasy.

Ramsay looked at her. His eyes scanning her body up and down. "I will just be in the next room," he told her. "Unless you wish help lacing up your gown?"

"I actually would like some help." Adora pulled on her small-clothes and put the dress on over top of it. She slowly turned her back towards Ramsay.

Ramsay pulled her laces tightly before tying them. "Is that all right?" he asked pulling her back against him not so gently kissing her neck.

Adora had no time to answer as Myranda entered. She felt Ramsay smile into her neck.

"Sorry to interrupt," Myranda said not sounding sorry at all, "but your father requests both of your presence in Great Hall to greet our guests."

"Well can't have father and our guests getting upset," said Ramsay again taking Adora's hand and leading her out of the room.

That is the end of the next chapter. This is more of a filler chapter. Myranda will come into play more later. The next chapter may or may not contain Edmure being forced to tell the Lords and Ladies gathered at Roose Bolton's table about allowing his sister to marry Bolton's bastard Snow. I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far.