Chapter 88 - The Ruins of the Dreadfort (I)
"Fear, anger and resentment is usually caused by one's own incompetence, so I suggest you become the best version of yourself so that something like this never happens to you." Tyrion Lannister, Imperial Grand Councilor of the Imperium of Mankind.
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North Westeros, Dreadfort Castle.
"Ramsay, are you all right?" Domeric, heir to the Dreadfort, knocked on his half-brother's bedroom door and asked with a worried tone.
Domeric, like Ramsay Snow and Roose Bolton, had the strangely pale eyes of House Bolton. He was handsome, tall and possessed great charisma. A true knight in every sense of the word. A strangely worthy heir to House Bolton.
"Come in." Domeric heard his half-brother's hoarse, cold and angry voice.
Entering the room, Domeric looked at his brother and saw his hideous face. If he was ugly before, now he really looked like a living nightmare, capable of frightening even the Greatjon of House Umber, known for his courage and bravery on the battlefield.
"What do you want, brother?" Ramsay asked with a cold tone, not bothering to show respect to the Dreadfort heir. His pale eyes were fixed on his brother's face and, as if sensing the pity and regret in his gaze, his already cold eyes became completely devoid of emotion.
Showing a smile that was more ugly than anything else, Ramsay poured a glass of wine for his brother and offered it to Domeric, who didn't notice a few drops of a slightly greenish poison quickly dissolving in his drink.
Domeric, who had never thought that his brother, whom he had always cared for and loved, would actually poison him at that moment, sipped the wine nonchalantly and asked worriedly: "If you tell me who did this to you, I swear I will seek justice in your name, Ramsay. Lord Stark will surely find and punish the murderer who killed your men and committed such an atrocity."
Ramsay's face turned extremely grim at the mention of Lord Stark of Winterfell. Find the murderer and seek justice for him? When had he ever had justice in his life? Every day he was despised, even by the castle servants. His mother was nothing more than an unimportant commoner. His father never liked him.