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Roose Bolton X Reader Pt.1 (Another Love)

For MissFantastique511 (more parts will follow soon 😁)

Lord Roose Bolton rode his chestnut stallion hard, already feeling the chill from the snow circling the air around him. The soft blanket of white stretched as far as the eye could see, nearly blinding him.
The few men he had accompanying him struggled to keep up with their Lord, their inferiorly bred geldings flagging.

The Lord reflected on his reason for travel. Lord Derrock Frostphyre was one of his oldest and dearest friends. They had both been raised alongside one another at the Dreadfort, Lord Derrock being ward of Roose's father Lord Dayron. The two young men were as close as could be, taking their lessons, meals, even their women together.

Last Roose had seen Derrock, the two were fighting alongside eachother at the Battle of The Trident. Which is why his heart felt a small twinge of guilt intermingled with sadness when he received news of Lord Derrock's passing. He wished he had visited his old friend, had spent some time with him or at the very least corresponded with him. At least his funerary services would give him a chance to say a one sided goodbye.

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As the daughter of the deceased Lord, your duty was to ensure your father's remembrance ran smoothly. You bustled around, ensuring the guest chambers were fully ready, dictating orders to the servants.

You sigh as you pull on the heavy black furs around your shoulders and step outside to stand with your elder brother, ready to greet the visitors come to pay their respects.

"Keep an eye out for any suitors, you need to hurry up and marry now that Father is dead." Your brother says matter of factly, brushing snowflakes from your dark shiny hair. He didn't mean it in a harsh way, but it was true that you were feeling the pressure. He was soon to be wed, and there would be no room for you at Dragonwood once his wife's entourage moved in and they began to have children.

Turning your gaze up to him, you reply. "I will, brother. But I wish-"

Your words cut off as you hear the agitated, exhausted snorting of horses, the first of the guests having arrived. You straighten up and turn your gaze ahead to the gates, your breath catching in your throat at the sight of the man before you. He dismounted his horse smoothly, the stableboy taking its reins from his strong hands.

He was an older man, tall and very handsome. His hair you could tell was once dark, but now mostly gray, his black mail and leather armour embossed with a large cross on the chest. His eyes were pale, as pale as early morning mist. You knew who this was from that feature alone. You had heard tales of Lord Roose from your father, the stories of their youth making you laugh, and sometimes roll your eyes.

"Lord Bolton, it's an honour to finally meet you. I am Lord Karlwyn Frostphyre" Your brother said, firmly shaking the man's hand. "This is my sister, Lady y/n Frostphyre."

You stepped forward, offering the man your bare hand. His leather gloved hand took yours with surprising tenderness, as he lifted it to his face and planted a kiss across your knuckles. You suppressed a shiver of pleasure at the kiss, the touch of his lips feeling electric against your skin.

"Welcome, Lord Bolton. I have heard many stories of yours and my father's years together. I would be delighted to show you around Dragonwood, should you wish to accompany me?" You asked. Your brother shot you a scowl behind the Lords back, he wasn't pleased you were leaving him to greet the coming guests alone.

"I would be honoured, Lady Frostphyre." Roose replied, "I will dismiss my men first."

He walked over to the waiting men, ordering them something just out of earshot.

Stepping back to your brother, you mutter under your breath "Karl, relax. You told me to find a suitor, did you not? I must meet men if I am to marry."

"Him?!" He whispered incredulously. "He's older than father was."

"Yes, and he comes from a House as old and noble as ours, has vast wealth, is recently widowed, and already has an heir." You retort. "Besides, he's simply the first I will get to know. He doesn't have to be the one I marry."

Lord Karlwyn weighs up your words before replying, -"Very well. Just don't make a bad decision."