Game of Thrones: Short stories.

The treasure of the Twins - Part 1 - Roose x Ramsay x Reader

Roose Bolton was definitely not known for a kind heart or a loving nature. He could never be accused of a romantic notion or a sweet word; but that was until he saw (Y/n) Frey.

Roose had agreed to marry Walder Frey's granddaughter Walda, in an attempt to guarantee his alliance with House Frey, as well as secure her weight in silver. But as soon as word reached The Twins of Walda's pregnancy, her younger sister decided, with a push from the family, that it would be only right if she was to journey to Winterfell and assist her sister during her confinement.

Not much was known to the Bolton's about (Y/n) Frey. Compared to her older sister, (Y/n) was an enigma, and Roose had never met the younger woman who seemed like just another one of the plethora of Walder's granddaughters. She had not been there when Roose had had the opportunity to choose between the old man's girls, although as he, Ramsay and Walda waited in the courtyard for the young woman to arrive, Roose couldn't help but think that (Y/n) would be little more than a younger version of his new wife, and that maybe if she were, he could have had a younger version, and still have been just as rich.

Roose couldn't help but look over at his bride, as she stood next to Ramsay. Walda was a pleasant enough creature, and she was carrying his child, but she was not what Roose would ever describe as a woman that was fit to marry a Bolton. She was too meek, a little dull, and was no challenge for him intellectually; but Roose had made his bed, and now he had to lie in it, and the knowledge of the legitimate heir that was now growing in her belly made Roose soften to her a little.

"You will love (Y/n)." Walda assured one night, as she and Roose eat dinner.

"But I must say that she is a little more like my grandfather. I am sure that is why he treats her differently to the rest of us. They have always got on so well." Walda continued, as she smiled sadly.

Her grandfather, even though he made sure to provide for his numerous offspring, held most of them with little regard, using them more to further his own position; but the same could not be said for (Y/n). She had always been the apple of the head of House Frey's eye, and Walda couldn't help but feel a little jealous of her younger sisters' freedom to seemingly do as she wished.

"I am sure that she will be a great comfort to you during your pregnancy." Roose replied, not really taking much notice of the woman across from him, finding that pushing his food around his plate was much more interesting.

"She will. And I am sure that even Ramsay will love her." Walda told him, trying her best to get her husband's attention, but failing abysmally as he suddenly had risen to his feet and left the table.

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The thunder of hooves, and the rumble of carriage wheels alerted Roose to the fact that (Y/n) Frey and her entourage were making their way towards Winterfell's courtyard, the pomp and ceremony which seemed to surround her quite a shock as an elegant landeau was pulled to a stop by a well-dressed driver.

Slowly the driver descended from his seat, patting the backside of one of the four large black horses that where whinnying and panting for breath, before he turned and bowed respectful to the three waiting nobles. Reaching out, the slender, tall man, turned the handle, the door of the carriage creeping open as the driver graciously offered the occupant his hand, carefully gripping onto the elegant hand that reached out from the dark interior.

Roose and Ramsay stood, wide eyed, and wide mouth, as out from the interior of the landeau emerged a woman that neither of them had expected.

(Y/n) was everything that Roose could possibly ever desire in a woman, and she hadn't even opened her mouth yet. She was nothing like Walda, and as Roose looked over at Ramsay, who was obviously having the same sinful thoughts as he was, he knew that he was going to have to do something to prevent his son from getting what he now wanted more than anything.

"(Y/n)." Walda called out with a smile, as her sister seemed to elegantly glide over to the three.

"Walda, my dear. It is so good to see you again." (Y/n) said, as she took her sister in her arms, her dark eyes focusing on the men by her sister's side.

"Aren't you going to introduce me to these two handsome gentlemen?" (Y/n) asked, as she pulled away from Walda, and smiled at the grinning Ramsay.

"Oh, yes......of course. (Y/n) may I introduce my husband Roose, and his son Ramsay." Walda told (Y/n), as she hurried to stand by her husbands' side, not liking how Roose was staring at her sister.

"Ah, so you are Ramsay. I have heard of you, such an.........interesting reputation. You must do me the honour of showing me the dungeons, and your infamous hounds while I am here." (Y/n) cooed softly, as Ramsay took her hand, kissing it gently as he peered at her through his dark eyelashes.

"I would of course be delighted to give you a private tour my lady Frey. And perhaps there are other parts of Winterfell that you might also like to see." Ramsay hummed, as he licked his lips, and took in every beautiful aspect of the woman in front of him.

"I would very much like to see other, more private areas of Winterfell while I am here." (Y/n) replied, the two of them ignoring the faint growl that was coming from Roose, who was making it more than obvious that he did not like their heavily innuendo based conversation.

"Lord Bolton. Such a pleasure to meet you finally. I can only lament that I have not had the chance to meet you sooner; but grandfather insisted that at the time that you came to The Twins, that I was needed elsewhere. But it is nice to meet you at last, and under such joyful circumstances." (Y/n) said, as Roose nearly pushed Walda out of the way so that he could take (Y/n)'s hand and mimic Ramsay's gesture.

"My lady. My wife failed to tell me that you were quite so.......so exquisite." A fumbling Roose told a smiling (Y/n). The Lord of Dreadfort not sure that the word exquisite actually did the beauty before him justice.

"You are far too kind my lord, and I assure that it is my dear sister that truly deserves your praise. She has the kind heart, and good nature." (Y/n) insisted, sending a small smile her nervous sisters' direction.

"Then my lady, may I ask what you are?" Roose enquired, moving closer the (Y/n) as he chose to not hear Walda's anxious cough.

"I? Well, I am ruthless, cruel, and calculating, my lord. Just like my dear grandfather. That's why we get on so well, he and I." (Y/n) replied softly, almost whispering in Roose's ear, much to Walda's chagrin.

"Now my lords. Why don't you show me around my new home?" (Y/n) asked, as she took both Ramsay and Roose by the arm, leading the two men into the great castle, leaving Walda behind to muse over what was to come.