Beg for your life

"Please don't kill me," you begged for your life, settling on your knees in the snow.

"Get up", he ordered.

"You'll kill me?"

"Get up", he ordered again.

Without many choices, you obeyed. You feared for your life, and all that blood... that killing... the horse still moaned in pain, dying with sad and heavy gasps in the snow ahead.

"Who are you?" He asked, still holding the sword.

"My name is Koby..."

"Koby...?"

"Snow".

“Ah, of course. A bastard", he swung his sword and went to the body of one of the soldiers and stole his scabbard. "You almost deceived me. I thought you were a noble… unless you're lying to me”, he spat on the floor.

"I'm not".

“Anyway, I advise you to take one of those swords and one of the remaining horses and go. We are close to the Wall, and if any crow catches you here... by the morning you will be one head smaller, Koby ”.

You knew that. He and the other just killed Stark soldiers, and once they find you there, they wouldn't want to hear your version of the facts. They would cut off your head and you would mourn the gods, and only them.

"Help me", you asked, somewhat reluctantly.

"No".

"Is not fair. You put me in that situation ”.

“And it's up to you to get out of it”, the man finished plundering the dead soldier and was already going to ride one of the horses.

"Please!"

He stopped on the horse and looked at you.

"What would I gain from this?"

“I am Lord Bolton's only son. The only legitimate child he has is a girl... and she is still a baby”, you said, and he looked interested. “If you take me to him, you will surely be rewarded. He will like to know that he has a son”.

He was slow to answer, but after a long sigh, he said:

"Okay".