Well this was a very uncomfortable sort of evening. He had heard the whispers in the hall, claiming the Bolton heir to be well once more. Of course, he, Ramsay, hadn’t wanted to hear such things. Yet, here his half-brother was. Alive and well. Ramsay stared, like he had seen a ghost. He rearranged his face quickly, plastering on his trademark cold smirk.
“Not at all brother. I am very pleased to see you out of your deathbed.”
Pleased. Domeric was certain he saw a glimpse of something that wasn’t his usual facial expression“You haven’t married the Stark girl yet have you?”he hadn’t heard news of it but than again he hadn’t much news of the on goings in the world just that his half-brother and father had taken Winterfell. “Or have I missed the joyous occassion” Domeric didn’t fancy taking Winterfell from his brother if he had married her but knowing what he knew what Ramsay was capable of…of what kind of person he was made Domeric sick to his stomach at the thought of a innocent sweet girl being shackled to Ramsay.
Once he had been happy to find his brother, to have that connection that other families did with siblings. But now, he just wanted to talk to his father and get the truth known, Ramsay dismissed as heir and take back what semblance of his life back. “You seem to have made yourself at home here in winterfell. Though the Dreadfort would suit you better”