amuelia: He was still waiting for his porridge when Ramsay swept into the hall with his Bastard’s Bo
amuelia: He was still waiting for his porridge when Ramsay swept into the hall with his Bastard’s Boys, shouting for music. Abel rubbed the sleep from his eyes, took up his lute, and launched into “The Dornishman’s Wife,” whilst one of his washerwomen beat time on her drum. The singer changed the words, though. Instead of tasting a Dornishman’s wife, he sang of tasting a northman’s daughter. He could lose his tongue for that, Theon thought, as his bowl was being filled. He is only a singer. Lord Ramsay could flay the skin off both his hands, and no one would say a word. But Lord Bolton smiled at the lyric and Ramsay laughed aloud. Then others knew that it was safe to laugh as well. - The Turncloak, aDwDAbel (Mance Rayder) and one of his spearwives (she isn’t named, but i used my design for Frenya) / Ramsay Bolton, “Fat” Walda Frey, Roose Bolton -- source link