Blackfeather Woods buns! there's so much love and magic in rapture, hearts will be captured!

The dwarf drew back, examining his sibling's face as he spoke of his dream, and Ramsay was relieved to find no remorse there. He felt their mother deserved nothing less than to be devoured by her own unloved spawn. Granted, he didn't dream of eating Potema and would never have thought of it before Euron mentioned it, but her death had crossed his mind often. He knew he would not bury her when she died, to show he didn't love her, but he also thought of how she might die.

And hoped, in his little monster heart, that it would be the doing of one of his siblings.

"Good," he said with his version of a nod. "Mother is dead." Well, eventually. Hopefully. Metaphorically, yes, but physically, it would take some time. That's what Ramsay ultimately wanted anyway. Perhaps if she had shown them some love, some respect or acceptance, then all of her children would not be the monsters they were. But Potema had done them wrong in too many ways, and forgiveness was off the table.