Look What You Made Me Do // Ramsay Bolton

1. Simplifying my Truma

"Petyr. A fucking word". Salem Stark hissed shoving petyr back.

"So temperamental you remind me of your father". Petyr mused. Selam glared back at him.

"What the hell?" she spat.

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"We can't hold the North with terror alone." Roose remarked.

"You can't hold the North if you let these lesser lords insult us" Ramsay corrected.

" I sent you there to collect taxes, not bodies" Roose reminded him harshly.

"Lord cunt refused to pay. He said the Warden of the North will always be a Stark, and he'd be damned if he kissed a traitor's boot" ramsay informed him confidently but Roose held a pinched gaze back at him. Ramsay was one for violence which was useful but he was disobedient. "You left him no choice. I flayed him living, along with his wife and brother. I made his son watch" ramsay remarked shoveling forkfuls of food into his mouth.

"And?" Roose pushed.

"The new Lord cunt paid his taxes." Ramsay declared with pride but roose saw the twisted look on his face one that mirror his own.

" I have something important to tell you." Roose remarked and Rmasay licked at his lips before taking another bite. " Stop eating and listen. We don't have enough men to hold the North if the other Houses rise up against us. Do you understand that?" Roose questioned impatiently.

"Our pact with the Lannisters-" Ramsay began but Roose huffed out a breath.

" I had a pact with Tywin Lannister. Tywin Lannister is dead. The remaining Lannisters are a thousand miles away dealing with that fact." Roose informed him. "They've never once in the history of the Seven Kingdoms sent their army this far north. If you think they will for us, you're a fool." No longer hungry Ramsay pushed his plate away wiping at his mouth. "We become a great House by entering in alliances with other Houses, and parleying those alliances into greater power. Now the best way to forge a lasting alliance isn't by peeling a man's skin off, the best way is marriage." Roose declared. "Now that you're a Bolton by royal decree, it's time you married a suitable bride. And as it happens, I found the perfect girl to solidify our hold in the North."

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"That's Moat Cailin."

" Yes." Petyr agreed.

"A bit shabby, isn't it?" Sansa questioned as they rode.

"Maintenance people." Salem agreed. "Winterfell would never look like this."

"You've been here before." Petyr countered.

"On our way down to King's Landing, with our father and Arya and..." sansas words drifted.

"Wish we never did." Salem hissed. "Where are you taking us?"

"Home." Petyr answered and she could almost hear the kindness the pride in his voice that he got to do this. Bring her home.

"The Boltons have Winterfell." Salem corrected sharply. "The marriage proposal...It wasn't for you?" She realized slowly. Petyr locked eyes with her.

"No." petyr admitted.

"Roose Bolton murdered our brother. He betrayed our family!" She shouted in outrage.

"He did." Petyr agreed calmly and Salem stared back at him in disbelief.

"He serves the Lannisters." Salem added her voice rising.

"For now." Petyr agreed gently.

"I won't go." Sansa shouted.

"My ladies-"

"No. Fuck you Petyr." Salem hissed.

" Winterfell is your home." Petyr corrected reaching for Salems hand.

" Not anymore." Salem corrected.

" Always. " petyr corrected.  ''You're a Stark. Dyeing your hair doesn't change that." Petyr gently touched Salems hair. She couldnt figure him out. He showed such compassion and kindness then was trying to sell them off. She never knew who's side he was actually on.

"You are Salem Stark." Petyr declared "The eldest surviving child of Ned and Catelyn Stark. Your place is in the North." Petyr reminded her. "The both of you." Petyr placed his hands on Salems shoulders never breaking eye contact.

"I can't marry him. You can't make me. He's a traitor. A murderer." Salem reminded him through gritted teeth.

''You're not marrying Roose Bolton. No, you'll be marrying his son and heir, Ramsay. One day he'll be Warden of the North and..." Petyr went on but Salema shouted out in outrage.

''No!'' Salem sobbed. "Robb is- Robb hes- not Ramsay!" Salem shouted.

'Salem, Salem...'' Petyr coed trying to calm her.

''No, you can't make me either.  I will starve myself. I will die before I have to go there." Sansa informed him taking hesitant steps back.

"Petyr why would you do this?" Salem whispered.

''I won't force you to do anything." Petyr assured as he cupped her cheek wiping at a stray tear.  "Don't you know by now how much I care for you? Say the word and we turn the horses round, but listen to me." Petyr begged as Salem opened her mouth so say turn the fuck around. "Listen. You've been running all your life. The both of you. Terrible things happened to your family and you weep. Your twin died and you couldnt do anything to help."  Petyr hoped bringing Robb into it Salem would see past her anger and do this for herself. For him. For winterfell. "You sit alone in a dark room, mourning their fates."

"Really simplifying my trauma." Salem murmured.

"My dear Salem, You've been a bystander to tragedy from the day they executed your father. Stop being a bystander, you hear me? Stop running." Petyr told her holding onto her.

"Father. Robb. Mother. Bran and Rickon. Ar-A-" salem couldnt say arya. Arya had to be alive. "Their lives were stole. We ran." Salem agreed. "Thats how we lived this long. But what is life without love? Without retribution? Without family... where is the justice?" Salem whimpered out. "Why should we get to live when they dont?"

''There's no justice in the world. Not unless we make it. You loved your family. Avenge them."