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His tears soaked the shoulder of her dress, but it wasn’t of remorse. He didn’t care for the brother the murdered, he cried for the things he thought were his. But he had things too. He had Reek, an almost brother, a indulgent father figure to him. He had his dogs. He had me.
And he was just like his father on this. His cold hands and uncaring manners. But I never let him spill his seed on me. I already have one Ramsay, I would tell him. And he would be happy, he would have no competitor for my love and affection.
One day you’ll be the Lord of Dreadfort, and you’ll have no need for your old mother. But he would take my fears away, just like his father took my maiden head.