Look What You Made Me Do // Ramsay Bolton

3. Yours

''I thought I might find you here. Your Aunt Lyanna." Petyr remarked coming down to the crypts.

''My father never talked about her. Sometimes I'd find him down here, lighting the candles. They say she was beautiful.'' Salem remarked.

" I saw her once. I was a boy, living with your mother's family. Lord Whent had a great tourney at Harrenhal. Everyone was there. The Mad King, your father, Robert Baratheon, and Lyanna. She was already promised to Robert. You can imagine what it was like for me, a boy from nowhere, with nothing to his name, watching these legendary men, tilting at the lists." Petyr recalled. Salem took a step closer to him and Petyr smiled brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

'The last two riders were Barristan Selmy and Rhaegar Targaryen. When Rhaegar won, everyone cheered for the prince. I remember the girls laughing when he took off his helmet and they saw that silver hair. How handsome he was. Until he rode right past his wife, Elia Martell, and all the smiles died. I've never seen so many people so quiet." Petyr went on and Salem listened to him intently. "He rode past his wife and he lay a crown of winter roses in Lyanna's lap. Blue was frost. How many tens of thousands had to die because Rhaegar chose your aunt?"

''Yes, he chose her. And then he kidnapped her and raped her." Salem agreed. "Seems princes and kings all have that in common though."

"What do you mean my sweet Salem?"

"Joffrey. He was the prince, he would have raped me, you said so yourself at the capital." Salem recalled and Petyrs face pinched. "King Robert forced his fat ass on every woman that crossed his path. Willing or not. People in power think they can take and do as they please, damn the rest of the world."

"You are right." Petyr admitted.

"But you are not like that." Salem remarked.

"I try not to be." Petyr agreed.

"You warned me, helped us... never asked for anything but this. This awful thing that gets me and sansa home." Salem remarked. "I dont like you half the time but you might just be my only friend." Salem offered as she ran her tongue over her dry lips. "I never did thank you for that."

''Come. Let's speak somewhere the dead can't hear us.''

"Dressed for riding?" Salem remarked finally seeing his attire.

" I am." Petyr agreed.

''Where are you going?'' Salem questioned incredulously.

''King's Landing.'' Petyr answered simply.

''King's Landing?'' Salem spat

''Cersei sent for me." Petyr reminded. ''We must not let her sniff out any trouble.''

''You can't leave me and Sansa here." Salem demanded and Petyr saw the desperation in her eyes.

''I know how hard it is to live with people you despise, believe me. But it won't be for long." Petyr assured holding onto her hand.

"How do you know?" Salem rasped.

"Stannis Baratheon garrisons at Castle black. He'll march south to King's Landing before the winter snows block his way. But first, he has to take Winterfell." Petyr assured her.

''You don't know that.'' Salem corrected unable to meet his gaze.

''I do. Once he liberates these lands from the Boltons he'll rally your father's bannermen to his cause. With the North behind him, Stannis can finally take the Iron Throne." Petyr assured.

''You think he'll defeat the Boltons?' Salem countered curiously.

''He has a larger army. He's the finest military commander in Westeros. A betting man would put his money on Stannis. As it happens, I am a betting man." Petyr reminded her.

''And if you're right?''

''Stannis takes Winterfell, he rescues you and your sister from the most despised family in the North. Grateful for your late father's courageous support for his claim, he names you Wardeness of the North." Petyr offered

''Wardeness of the North..." Salema whispered. "Robb-"

''You are the eldest and of the last two surviving Starks. He needs you." Petyr assured

''What if you're wrong? What if Stannis never attacks Winterfell, or he does and the Boltons defeat him?" Salema rattled off questions confused and frustrated.

''Then you will wed this Bolton boy, Ramsay, and make him yours."

"I don't want him to be mine." Salem corrected. "I want daggers in their hearts. I want all Boltons to bleed for taking Robb from me."

''But you see my dearest Salem... He's already fallen for you.''

''His father frightens Sansa." Salem remarked.

"Not you though?" Petyr countered. Salem gave him a confident stare. "Oh my sweet Salem.. He should, he's a dangerous man. But even the most dangerous men can be outmaneuvered. And you learned to maneuver from the very best. I return before too long." Petyr assured. "You'll be strong without me. The North will be yours. Do you believe me?" Petyr questioned and Salem hesitated before nodding.

"I expect I'll be a married woman again by the time you return." Salem remarked. Petyr took a step closer and locked eyes with her before he kissed her. He kept a hand on her his forehead pressed against hers as he whispered.

"The north will be yours."