A night at Dreadfort

"Here."

Ramsay's fingers moved down Myranda's stomach and pressed into her skin above her mound as he embraced her from behind. His naked lover smiled and lifted her bow, pulling back the string.

"Please, no," the stripped peasant girl tied to the cross in front of them sobbed, staring at them.

Ramsay pressed the palm of his hand against Myranda's lower stomach and kissed her on the neck. Her fingers released the string, and the arrow hit the girl right in the same spot, pinning her hips to the wood behind her. A blood-curdling scream resounded around the castle.