Look What You Made Me Do // Ramsay Bolton

14. Mr. Fancy Pants

Salem was in a great mood. The best mood. Roose noticed her smile as she walked through the halls. Noticed Ramsay's as well. He was surprised that the two were getting on so well. He had expected more resistance but perhaps it was just himself that Salem hated. Sansa on the other hand was finding her voice. 

"Why?" Sansa demanded when Theon came into her chambers placing a tray of food in front of her. ''Why, Theon?'' she demanded

'I'm not Theon. There is no Theon. Reek.'' theon whimpered

''Reek.'' Sansa agreed. ''Why did you tell him, Reek?''

''I was helping you.'' Theon whimpered ''You wanted to escape. There is no escape. Not ever. Theon Greyjoy tried to escape.'' Theon told her he wouldnt meet her gaze, his eyes flickered around nervously. ''The master knew. He knows everything. He hunted him and caught him and strapped him to a cross and cut away piece after piece until there was no Theon left.'' he sobbed out. Salem heard the cries, thought Sansa was hurt she pushed open Sansa's door to see a whimpering Theon. A furious Sansa. 

" Good." Sansa agreed, venom in her voice. ''If it weren't for you, I'd still have a family. If I could do what Ramsay did to you right here, right now, I would." She threatened.

'' I deserved everything. I deserve to be Reek. I did terrible things. Turned on Robb. Captured Winterfell. killed those boys." Theon agreed

''They weren't "those boys." They were Bran and Rickon. They were your brothers. You've known them since they were born." Salem shouted and Theon flinched back having not noticed her. 

''They weren't. They were only--'' Theon stopped himself.

''Only what?'' Sansa sneered as Salem stood beside her. 

''I can't.' Theon stammered. 

''Tell me!" Salem demanded. 

''I can't, not unless the master says.'' Theon told her.

"I'm your masters wife. Tell me." Salem corrected. 

"I'm sorry-'

"Tell me." Sansa grabbing his face with a harsh grip. ''They weren't what? They weren't-- Tell me why Bran and Rickon should be gone while you still breathe the air. Tell me to my face, Theon.''

''Tell me that they weren't your brothers!'' Theon shouted back and his voice cracked. Sansa stared at him confused. Salem held her breath, not believing she heard what she heard. ''They weren't Bran and Rickon! I couldn't find them. It was two farm boys. I killed them and burned them so no one would know." Theon whimpered and Sansa let him go.

"You mean..." Salem couldnt look away, her fingers moved pinching herself to make sure she wasnt dreaming. 

''You didn't?" Sansa whimpered out. 

"Do you know where they went, Bran and Rickon?' Salem begged.

''I can't talk to you anymore.''

''Theon, you have to tell me. Do you have any idea where--'' Salem started but Theon was frantic, a manic as he shook, shaking his head and crying out. 

''Not Theon! Reek!" HE shouted running out the door it slammed closed behind him.

"They are alive." Salem rasped. "At least they were..."

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"Our scouts tell us he's got no more than 6,000 men." Roose remarked.  "More than half of those are mounted, however." he added looking around his commanders.

"And how high do Stannis's horses jump?" Ramsay offered smugly.

"Our walls have been fully repaired. The gates have been reinforced. We have enough food for six months. We are more prepared for a siege than they could ever be." Roose agreed.  "All we have to do is wait for them to freeze, starve, and mutiny." Ramsey scoffed.  "You disagree?"

"Stannis isn't from the North. You are, Father." Ramsay reminded him.  "I think you're missing an opportunity to show the people of the North how House Bolton treats southern invaders." Ramsays gaze shifted to Salem he reached out for her. Salem had wanted Stannis to win but that was before. Before she actually fell for Ramsay Bolton. 

"And what do you recommend?" Roose questioned.

"That we not sit and wait for Stannis to decide what sort of fight this is going to be. That we hit first and hit hard and leave a feast for the crows." Ramsay declared confidently. 

"Ramsay is right, Stannis wont know what to do, he was on storms end and dragonstone. He is a commander, knows battle but not the north. He will plan. The longer we give him the more of a chance he has at succeeding."

"A smart commander does not abandon a defensive advantage. As long as we stay behind these walls, they can't touch us. Not to mention that the snow is so deep, we couldn't get an army through to engage them even if we wanted to." Roose corrected him.

"I don't need an army. I need 20 good men." Ramsay decided smiling back at them.

"Lady Salem?" Roose questioned. He didnt expect her to help, didnt expect her to say strike first and strike fast but maybe it was all a ploy to get them killed. 

"I know a way out." Salem offered. "You need to break down an old rusted closed door but its a clean shot out and no one will suspect it." Salem remarked confidently. 

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Sansa hated it here but Salem was already acting like the next queen, wardeness of the north. Sansa stared back at her as she leaned into Ramsay. They were the enemy, sansa wanted to leave but after everything Salem had suffered over the years, all the times Salem stayed because Sansa was too afraid to leave. 

Sansa wondered what would have happened if they went with Sandor like Salem wanted. Salem trusted the strangest of men but right now she was on track to be the next lady of winterfell. But sansa still didnt feel safe here. 

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"Lady Salem Bolton." Jon read. "Salem is at winterfell, she married... Roose?"

"Ramsay." Davos corrected. 

"What?" Jon hissed "You knew?"

"Stannis heard of the union, I just got word myself." Davos offered. 

"Stannis is going to winterfell, he isnt going to hurt my sisters." Jon demanded. 

"No, why would he?" Davos offered. Jon stared down at the scroll again. 

~This is going to sound crazy but I'm home at winterfell and apparently Mr. Fancy pants you are the commander of the nights watch! Jon I'm so proud of you. You were always the best of us. But if you die before me and see Robb I will deny that statement as soon as I meet you dorks in hell. Who am I kidding, you are going to heaven. Don't die before I see you again.

Jon I'm okay, Sansa too. Theon believe it or not is here and Ramsay tormented him and turned him into his bitch. I think I love Ramsay for that. I hate Theon. I want him dead for what he did to our brothers. But him living in torment, living with knowing what he did, he is riddled with guilt. I cant forgive. I can't forget. But Jon I love you. I'm proud of you. Come home so I can hug you. I refuse to go to the wall. Tyrion told me of it when we wed and- ha ha this is funny I had two weddings and you missed both of them. Dont worry Sansa is the only one that made it to both. I wont hold it against you.

I love you, write me back or come visit. I love you. We got winterfell back. We got our home. FYI... If Roose dies. It was me.

XOXO Salem Stark and sometimes Bolton on a good day.~

"Damn Salem. You did it." Jon whispered reading and rereading the scroll again and again. He had to go to winterfell. He had to see his sisters.