Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

In the strangest places - Part 6 - Roose x Reader

"You will remain at this door. No one is to enter unless it is me; and if the Lady Bolton wishes to leave, you will inform her that she is to wait for my return." Roose ordered, as he looked at the two guards that stood on either side of the bedchamber door. The man nodding, before Roose turned and made his way down the corridor. The bannermen knowing that if they were to disobey their lord, then neither would see the next dawn. It no secret amongst those that lived in the Dreadfort, that the feared lord already adored the young woman that had only just become his bride. And that not even the Seven could help those that might think of touching a hair on her head. Though it was also common knowledge that Ramsay was living dangerously. That the bastard had also taken a sick liking to his father's wife. That he got his usual thrills from scarring the poor woman; and given the look on the lord's face, it would seem obvious that he was off to deal with that little problem, now. The guards looking at one another, before turning their attention back to the empty corridor in front of them.

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Roose made his way through the Dreadfort. His stride indicating to anyone that he passed, that he was a man on a mission. The look in his eyes advising that no one better get in his way, or they would suffer the same fate as the person that he was going to find.

Despite the fact that (Y/n) hadn't said a word about why she had seemed so scared, when he had come back to the room; Roose knew that it was all down to his son. He and (Y/n) not even being married a day, before his bastard had left her shaken, after doing the gods only knew what to her. Yet it had been obvious that Ramsay had every intention of either scaring the poor young woman to death, or taking something that wasn't his, from the moment that he had first met (Y/n). Not that a little part of Roose could blame him; (Y/n) was beautiful. A creature that was far too kind and gentle for a place like the Dreadfort; for a man like him. But he had promised himself he would do all he could to make her happy; to make her feel comfortable in her new home. He would show her that being the Lady of the Dreadfort, was not as bad as she may have imagined, and that he would protect her from anything and anyone. And the first step to doing that, was to make sure that his son stayed as far away from (Y/n) as possible. Roose making his way into the great hall; quickly walking over to the table, as Ramsay looked up from the meat on his plate.

"Good morning father.......how...........?" Ramsay began, only to have his head forced down violently into his food. Roose adding a little more pressure, as Ramsay attempted to struggle. The bastard of the Dreadfort stopping his movements, as he felt the sting of cold metal, against the back of his neck. His eyes widening, as Roose leant over, so that he could whisper into his son's ear.

"If you so much as look at my wife again, I will cut out your eyes. If you think to speak a word to her, I will cut out your tongue. And if your dick happens to leave your breeches, in her presence; I will ensure that it is not there, even to piss out of. Do you understand............?" Roose hissed with complete and utter contempt.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?" Roose roared, as Ramsay didn't reply. The bastard grunting as his father rubbed his cheek into the meat and the metal plate beneath.

"I.........yes.........I understand........." Ramsay grunted back. Roose giving his son's head one last push, before letting go and making his way out of the room. Ramsay slowly raising his head; bits of meat falling from his face, as he picked up the metal dish and threw it at the wall.

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(Y/n) moaned softly, as she roused from her slumber; reaching across the bed to place her arm across her husband's chest. Her eyes flying open, when she found nothing but sheets and soft furs. When she had closed her eyes, her head had been resting on Roose's chest. Her fingers combing through the coarse hair that covered his flesh. Ramsay had done more than scare her, the night before; he had terrified her. And the fact that his hands had been on her, made her feel sick; yet having Roose there, had helped. Having his scent cover her body; his hands, lips and tongue touching every part of her, making her mind race and forget about the touch of the bastard. The feel of him inside her, stretching her out in the most wonderful way; ensured that the only thing she could think about, was her new husband. The words that he whispered into her ear, calming her, assuring her, loving her; but where he was now..............

"Roose." (Y/n) gasped, as the door to the room was thrown open and then slammed shut again. It was obvious that wherever he had been and whomever he had been with, had angered him. The new Lady Bolton dropping the sheet from her naked body and crawling across the bed. Sitting on her knees, as she watched her husband pace back and forth, mumbling under his breath.

"Roose." She said again. Her soft voice this time catching his attention. The lord stopping and looking over at his wife; his eyes lingering for a moment on her face, before they moved down to her breast, to her stomach and then her womanhood. His tongue slowly licking his lips, before he pulled the pale shirt from over his head; before he pushed down the loosely tide breeches, and then made his way over to her. Roose placing his hand on her cheek and caressing it gently, before it moved down to ghost over her nipple. The lord smiling as she looked up at him, licking her own lips, before dropping herself lower. His eyes rolling into the back of his head, as she took him into her mouth, and he laced his fingers into her hair.