Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

In the strangest places - Part 4 - Roose x Ramsay x Reader

Roose looked down at the quietly slumbering woman by his side. She was beautiful, ethereal. And to say that she had been a maiden before she had arrived at the Dreadfort, she had certainly not been a disappointment. In fact, she had been not only willing, but seemingly more than happy to comply with his desires. It some time since the dark northern castle had been filled with the sweet sounds of a woman. A long time since his room had been filled the moans of a beauty, such as the one next to him.

Slowly he reached over, and carefully began to pull the pale sheet from her form. A smile coming to his lips, as her stomach was revealed; his fingers ghosting over the soft flesh. An heir, a true born, legitimate heir; she could already be with his child. A child that he could be proud of. A child that would carry the name of Bolton on.

"Roose?" (Y/n) suddenly said, as she woke with a start. The lady instinctively pulling the sheet back over her naked body, as she looked up at him.

"Even after all that we have done, you still choose to hide yourself from me.........?" Roose asked. (Y/n) looking between herself and the man that would be her husband, deciding that perhaps he did have a point. That given he had shown her what it was to be a woman, it was probably a little late to hide from him. The lady releasing the material from her grasp and allowing it to fall to her side; Roose once more resting his rough, weathered fingertips against her stomach. (Y/n)'s brows furrowing, as she stared into his eyes.

"Roose...........?"

"Do you think you might be with child................?"

"Perhaps; but only time will tell." She replied, as she placed her hand over his.

"Well, maybe I should not leave it to chance. Maybe I should make sure." The Lord of the Dreadfort told her. Roose pulling back the covers completely, before climbing over her; his body pushing itself between her legs.

                                                     >>---------------------------------<<

(Y/n) chuckled, as Roose did his best to help her dress. The lord realising that it was much easier to get a woman out of her clothing, than into them. Promising himself that before this day ended, his lady would have to maids she needed, to do all this for her.

The lady couldn't help but smile, as his rough fingers pulled at the strings of her bodice, doing his best to secure it in place. (Y/n) slowly reaching up and taking the cords from him.

"Leave that to me............" (Y/n) said, unable to stop her smile from growing, as her betrothed turned his gaze to her.

It was strange really; the last place she had wanted to be yesterday, was this castle. Yet since the carriage had pulled up into the courtyard, and despite the darkness of the Dreadfort and at least one of its inhabitants, there was.........well, an odd happiness that she could feel. Roose had been nothing but good to her; far kinder in just one day, than her father had been to her, in her whole life. And surprisingly, it didn't feel to her that he had just used her, when he had bedded her; not that she was well versed in such things, but he had been gentle, yet passionate. The things that they had done, exciting her. The feelings that he had instilled in her, like nothing she had ever felt. And even though she would not describe it as love; she would say that she definitely felt something for the Lord of the Dreadfort. (Y/n) tying the cords, before pushing herself up onto her tiptoes, and placing a soft kiss to his lips. Roose giving her a genuine smile, before offering her his arm and leading her out of the room.

                                                       >>---------------------------------<<

Roose sat her at the long table, promising to return soon; (Y/n) reaching for some of the bread that had been placed there, as she watched him leave the quiet room. Breaking fast was usually a simple affair when in her father's home. Just she and her maids; her father occasionally joining her, only to tell her once again, that he wished that she had been born a son. Yet this was even lonely compared to that. A strange nervousness growing inside her, as she sat in the room.

"For you.........." A voice came. The lady turning, her eyes widening, as she saw Ramsay smiling down at her. A small posey of flowers in his hand. (Y/n) getting to her feet and backing away; almost falling, as stumbled over the chair.

If it had been anyone else, she would have thought it a sweet gesture. A sign of friendship or love; but coming from him, the feared, reviled Bastard of the Dreadfort, she knew that it was nothing so kind. Her heart pounding violently, as he took a step closer.

"I came looking for you, last evening. In hopes that you and I could get to know one another better; but you were not in your room. Where were you.............?"

"She was with me!" Roose growled from behind his son. Ramsay turning as (Y/n) rushed past him, and into the arms of her husband to be. The lord glaring at his child, as Ramsay gave her the strangest of looks.

"Leave us." Roose continued. Ramsay merely smiling, before placing the flowers on the table.

"Of course, father............." The feared young man slowly walking past the pair. Ramsay nodding at the frightened young woman; one word leaving his lips as he gave her a wink and then left the room.

"Mother............."