"Shit shit shit shit shit." I muttered to myself. Ramsay just entered the main hall, and I knew Roose was there. Roose was always there if he wasn't out hunting or doing business. The main hall was like his second bedroom, he was always spending time in it. After Ramsay had taken his child, Roose wouldn't calm down. He had sent everyone to go out and look for Ramsay, nobody knew what he was planning to do when he would find Ramsay. Although it was pretty obvious what he would do when he would find him.
Since Ramsay had come back by himself, nothing was certain about how Roose would react. Everything could happen. Roose could kill Ramsay. Or the other way around, Ramsay could kill Roose. Either way, it was bound to end in a bloodbath. My mind went crazy, thinking of all different things how this could end. I truly hoped that Ramsay had come here to tell Roose that he was sorry, and tell him what he had done to his newborn son. Then again, I knew Ramsay. Everything inside me wanted to believe that everything was going to be okay. Yet I couldn't.

I stormed down the main stairs and pushed everyone aside that was in my way. I had to try to prevent anything bad from happening. Panting and full of nerves I arrived at the big doors leading to the main hall. I took a deep breath, trying to still sort of catch my breath before I would go in there. Of course that didn't really work, still I had to go in there. I pushed the left door open and I stepped inside the room. Roose was standing at the end of the large wooden table that was placed in the middle, Ramsay standing on the other end. There was utter silence between them. Roose was glaring deadly at Ramsay, and Ramsay staring back without any emotion in his eyes. Once Roose noticed my presence he smiled, though it wasn't a friendly smile. Ramsay noticed and turned around and looked me right into the eyes.

"Railey go to your room. This is none of your business." He said.

"No. I won't let you guys kill each other." I told him.

"That won't be necessary my dear." Roose began. "If Ramsay just tells me where he has taken him, nobody has to die." Roose looked back to Ramsay and then back to me. Ramsay didn't say anything, he just stared back at him.

"Ramsay. Please just tell him." I pleaded, still looking him straight in the eye.

Finally he decided to break the silence, he turned to Roose and said "I can't."

Roose just nodded and slowly walked away from the end of the table towards us. He stopped right in front of Ramsay "And why not?" He asked.

Ramsay didn't reply. He just stared his father deadly in the eye. Roose was the first to break eye contact. He looked down to his feet for a few seconds and turned around to look at me. I didn't even see he was holding a knife, but in one swift move it was pressed against Ramsay's throat.

"NO!" I yelled.

"Tell me where he is." Roose growled.

"Your precious little son in dead." Ramsay replied.

"You're lying." Roose spat as he pushed the blade harder to Ramsay's throat.

"You think?" Ramsay grinned.

"Oh dear boy I know when you're lying. You took him because you were afraid he would take your position, your power. You took my son for a damn title."

"A title you promised me." Ramsay whispered.

"And you probably placed him somewhere, maybe in house with someone, maybe you just left him in the forest. And this because you were to weak to kill him." Roose was raising his voice by now.

"I am. Not. Weak." Ramsay spat, but he was having difficulty to breath under the force of the knife pressed against his throat.

"You grew weak because of her." Roose turned to look at me. "Because you are soon to be a father yourself. Yet people like you don't deserve to be a father."
Suddenly Roose turned around and let his grip on Ramsay go, instead he walked over to me and before I could do anything he had his knife now pressed against my throat.

I saw the panic in Ramsay's eyes rise. "You say people like me. Have you forgotten how you got me? How you used to be, and still are. As a result of rape and murder. You're no better than me."

"I took you in. As my own son. You should be grateful for that." Roose said.

"Grateful? You would have killed me otherwise. Now let her go." Ramsay demanded.

"Last chance. Where is he?" Roose increased the pressure on the knife as he kept his gaze on Ramsay.

Nothing.

That's when I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. I looked down and saw Roose had stabbed me in the stomach. Seconds after, he pulled the knife out. Blood came pouring out of the gash, down my belly and forming a red puddle on the floor. The pain was unbearable and my vision started to blur. All I could think of was is this it? Me and my baby were going to die here, right at this spot. I grabbed my stomach as a fell to my knees. The floor was cold. Ice cold. The last thing I heard was Ramsay yelling my name and storming towards his father before everything around me faded. A silent tear fell down my face as the darkness consumed me.

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