Mentions of Domestic Violence + Strong Language Warning!
{Hope you enjoy! This ended up being a bit short, so, sorry!}
The Maester trailed behind Ramsay, stuttering as he attempted to dissuade the Bolton. “My Lord, the Lady is quite weary, perhaps it’s best-”
Ramsay glared coldly over his shoulder, his mouth set in a firm line. “My Lady is none of your concern. Nor is my offspring. Your purpose has been served, now, stop pestering me.”
The Maester nodded once, frowning to himself.
Everyone knew of Ramsay’s penchant for strong male heirs, particularly his insistence that the Gods would bless him with a healthy son. Though Ramsay had never been devout, he’d exhausted every prayer, every blessing he could buy, all to ensure that the child in her womb would be a male heir.
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