[ He should expect it, but it still comes as a shock. There’s no retort; just a rush of pain that’s more familiar than it should be. This has happened before, he thinks, looking around wildly, expecting to find the gates of Winterfell and Bolton soldiers filing through. He doesn’t. He half expects to spit out a mouthful of blood, but it doesn’t come. Not this time. It’s still the same place he has been for the last year, and as much as he would like to swear angrily at Ramsay, he can’t even form a response.
All he can do is laugh, half unhinged and half broken. Good luck with that, buddy. ]
RAMSAY IS HIS OWN CW
All he can do is laugh, half unhinged and half broken. Good luck with that, buddy. ]