ramsay bolton is coming

When winter comes for war,

You shall hear no Lions roar.

When winter forces you to yield,
No Stags shall graze upon the field.

When winter creeps upon you from the shadows,
No Roses shall bloom from the meadows.

When winter wreaks havoc on the land,
You can bet there’ll be no Snakes in the sand.

When winter brings to life all it finds grim,
The Krakens will freeze where they swim.

When winter sets and the land begins to shiver,
The Flayed Man will start to rot and wither.

When winter fights to the last sliver,
No more Trouts shall swim in the river.

When winter ravages and all despair,
No Falcons shall fly high in the air.

When winter shows you what happens when snow falls,
Not even Dragons Breath shall warm you in your halls.

When winter comes with all it’s might,
Only the Wolves shall howl in the night!


“‘Then I will spoon your eyes from their sockets and let my dogs do the rest. Come and see. Ramsay Bolton, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North.’”
“… ‘Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North’?”

(aka tfw you’ve had it up to here with your shitty brother-in-law’s shenanigans)


“Be done with me, then,” he urged the king.  "Take off my head off and stick it on a spear.  I slew Lord Eddard’s sons, I ought to die.  But do it quick.  He is coming.“
    "Who is coming?  Bolton?”  
    “Lord Ramsay,” Theon hissed.  "The son, not the father.  You must not let him take him.  Roose… Roose is safe within the walls of Winterfell with his fat new wife.  Ramsay is coming.“
    "Ramsay Snow, you mean.  The Bastard.”
    “Never call him that!”  Spittle sprayed from Theon’s lips.  "Ramsay Bolton, not Ramsay Snow, never Snow, never, you have to remember his name, or he will hurt you.“
    "He is welcome to try.  Whatever name he goes by.”