Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

The lone she wolf - Part 3 - Roose x Reader

(Y/n) stood, not even seeming to notice as the maids slowly dressed her in the thin nightgown. As ordered, they had had a bath waiting. Each knowing what they were preparing the lady for, but were unable to say or do anything about her predicament. All of the women had been servants for her family. Had seen the lone she wolf and the other children of Eddard and Catelyn, grow up. Yet none of them had expected, that when the wolves returned to Winterfell, that one of the most loved of the Stark family, would be subjected to such continued indignity.

"Milady. I..........."

"Its alright, Meridith. You do what you have to do. Lord Bolton has requested that I be prepared. So, prepare me you must. As long as Sansa remains safe, I don't care what happens to me." (Y/n) interrupted. Not needing to hear the words come from the older woman's lips. Tears welling up in the maid's eyes, as she anointed the lone she wolf in perfume.

"But I though ya were ta be married ta tha son. Why must you...........?"

"I am to marry, Ramsay. But Lord Bolton wishes to taste the fruit before he allows his bastard to sully it. He wishes to be the first. But either way. Married or not, I am to be both men's whore. And whether Ramsay likes it or not, I am sure that Roose would like to be the first to put a child in my belly." (Y/n) interrupted. Catching the older woman's hand and kissing it gently.

"But Roose already has a wife. I cannot imagine that she would like what her husband has planned. Perhaps you could speak to her. Maybe she could intercede. She is with child herself after all. The child will be Roose Bolton's legitimate heir."

"Please, Meredith. Do not be so foolish or blind. You really think that Roose Bolton cares what that simpering fool, Walda thinks? The only one that appears to be ignorant as to the reason why Roose married her, is her. Wanda has no control over Roose. He doesn't even like her. And that child in her belly, as cruel as it may sound, can meet with an accident, just like its mother. Roose and Ramsay want power. They want the north. They want a legitimate claim to Winterfell, and they believe that the only one that can give it to them, is me. So, I will let them believe that. I will give them what they want, until the time is right. For I may not be my father. I may not be Robb or Jon. But I am a Stark. And I will bring the Bolton's crashing down in my own way. Now, you and Keira should go. It is better for you that you are not here when Roose arrives." (Y/n) explained, as Keira held back the sheets on the bed so that her mistress could slip into the bed.

"Now, go see to my sister. Make sure that she is well." (Y/n) added. The two maids curtsying low, before they reluctantly left the room.

(Y/n) couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh, as she waited for a face to appear from around the door. This wasn't exactly the direction that she had thought her life would take. Before her father had made her go with him to Kings Landing, she had wanted nothing other than to dedicate her life to the sword. Whether that was through staying in the north and helping Robb, or going with Jon to the Wall, she didn't care. But with her father's murder, she had realised that fighting didn't necessarily always require a sword, bow or axe. That battles could be won in different ways. That men could as easily fall without the use of a blade. She had always been told that she was beautiful. That she was the greatest prize in the Seven Kingdoms. Yet until moments like this, such things had never concerned her. But now, now she had learnt to use that beauty. Now she would use it, her body and her mind, to win the battle against the Boltons. Now she would distract Roose and Ramsay enough so that her sister could somehow get to Jon. And the wolves would once again rule the winter.

Suddenly, a knock at the door shook (Y/n) from her thoughts. She had to admit that she hadn't expected Roose to be so gentlemanly about all this. In truth she had expected for him to kick the door in, drag the covers and clothes from her body and take what he wanted. So, perhaps, though she very much doubted it, Roose was more than a sadistic, wicked murderer.

"Come!"

"What do you want?" (Y/n) growled, as she saw the face of Baelish appear. The lone she wolf had never been foolish enough to trust the whoremonger, despite all that he had said. She had always been able to see him for the snake that he was. Yet he had been a means to an end. A way to escape and get back to her home. And now that she was, (Y/n) had him in her sights, just as much as she had the Boltons.

"(Y/n), I didn't want any of this. This was not what............."

"No! It isn't what you had in mind, is it? But you were more than happy to sell my sister to the Bolton bastard, weren't you? Did you think that I would fall into your arms, after all this, Petyr? Did you somehow think that you could persuade me that you had done all of this for our benefit? For my benefit? Did you think that I would suddenly declare that I loved you? Well, you were wrong! And when this is all over, I promise you, that you will die at the hands of a wolf." (Y/n) hissed disdainfully. The whoremonger, for once, not sure what to say, as he looked at the irate beauty in the bed. His heart jumping into his throat, as a low, rumbling grumble came from behind him. The whoremonger turning to see the face of Roose Bolton.

"GET OUT!" The Lord of the Dreadfort growled. Petyr quickly bolting out of the door. Not wishing to lose his skin. Or anything else.

"You look more beautiful than ever, (Y/n)." Roose hummed, as he turned his gaze to the woman waiting in the bed. The lord letting his clothes fall to the floor, as he made his way over to her.

"And tonight, you are mine." He added, as he threw back the covers and crawled over her.