Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

In the strangest places - Part 5 - Roose x Ramsay x Reader

Married. She was really married. It all seeming a little unreal, if she were to be asked. Her whole life change in what felt like the blink of an eye. The past few days had been spent pleasantly enough; if one could ever call the Dreadfort, pleasant. Guards had been by her side during the day, when Roose could not be; but every night, she had spent in the older man's bed. The Lord of the Dreadfort doing his best to make sure that she was filled with his seed, before they slept. Not that she minded, in fact, she didn't mind at all. It was nice to feel wanted; to have a man that seemed to desire her. The lady finding that she looked forward to the times that she and Roose could be alone. The scent of him, as he looked down at her; as she wrapped her legs around him and encouraged him to keep doing what he was doing, making her feel strangely safe. Making her feel protected for the first time in her life.

"You make a beautiful bride..........." A voice came. (Y/n) turning to see Ramsay smiling at her; an eerie smile that seemed to banish all light from the room.

Roose had assured her that he would not be away long, after being called away to deal with something he had just told her was nothing of concern. (Y/n) smiling and placing a kiss to her husband's lips, before he had left the room. The new Lady of the Dreadfort not minding too much that she had been left for a few moments; it a chance to come to terms with all that had happened. But now, in the presence of Ramsay, every second that passed, felt like a year.

"Thank you......" (Y/n) replied. Trying to smile and stand her ground, as her husband's son, took a step closer.

In truth, the wedding had been no fancy ceremony; her father had not bothered to turn up for the marriage, not that she had thought he would. He was rid of her now, so what did he care; but (Y/n) had still done her best to appear as beautiful as she could. And having the maids that Roose had found for her from the local villages, had certainly made things much easier. It nice to have someone that could help her with just the silly, simple things of life.

"Yes, your gown most certainly suits you. Though I believe that you would be even more beautiful if you were wearing nothing........" Ramsay continued. The breath catching in her throat, as the man that was only a little older than she was, moved to stand in front of her, taking the silken strings of her bodice and wrapping it around his fingers.

"I hear you at night, you know. All the noises you make, as my father fucks you. As he does his best to fill you with his child. Tell me, are all those moans, real? When you scream out his name and beg him not to stop, is it true; or are you just doing it to appease him? Because you know, that if he is proving a little less than satisfactory, I could show you how a real man would fuck you. After all, you must prefer the idea of a young man in your bed, rather than an old man like him." Ramsay continued. (Y/n)'s hand moving up to her chest, as she felt him pull on the strings; having no desire to be revealed to the dark creature in front of her.

"Your father is my husband. I do not care that he is older than I am. And, not that it is any of your business, but he is perfectly capable of satisfying my needs. I do not need you to do anything for me..........." The lady retorted. Doing her best to sound as strong and as confident as she could, while staring into those cold eyes. (Y/n) swallowing at the lump in her throat, as Ramsay laughed, and let go of the silken cord.

"I am sure that you are right..........." The bastard of the Dreadfort continuing to chuckle, before suddenly lunging forward. (Y/n)'s eyes widening, as she found herself up against the wall with a hand around her throat, and Ramsay's lips, next to her ear.

"But if you change your mind.........." (Y/n) whimpering slightly, as she felt a hand move up under her skirt, and over her thigh.

"You know where to find me............" Her body dropping to the floor, as she was finally released. Ramsay laughing once again, before leaving the room. (Y/n) placing her hand over her heart, as she did her best to control its wild beating. Slowly getting to her feet and reaching for the glass of wine that until this moment she had forgotten about. Downing the contents in one gulp. A small cry leaving her lips, as she heard the door to the room open once again; her fear that it might be Ramsay returning, quite real. A wave of relief flowing over her, as she saw her husband standing in the doorway. The new Lady Bolton quickly making her way over to Roose.

"(Y/n).....what..........?"

"Take me to bed. I want to be alone with you. I want to feel safe. I want to be in your arms; to feel you inside me. Please, Roose..........." (Y/n) said, as she gripped at his tunic. It obvious that something had distressed her; but what..............Roose sure that it must be something to do with his son. The lord promising himself that he and Ramsay would be having words the next day. But for now............the lord simply smiling before taking his bride up into his arms and carrying her to their bedchamber.