Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Traitor - Ramsay x Jon x Reader

(Y/n) paced the room. How could she tell anyone what she had done; how could she tell Jon, Sansa? It was not what she had intended when Baelish had taken her and her sister to Winterfell. Not what she had intended, when she had been informed, that she was to be wed to the bastard. Yet it had happened; despite everything he had done and said. Despite everything that his House had done to her, she had fallen in love with possibly the most evil creature in the whole of the Seven Kingdoms. But more surprisingly, he had loved her too. Or, he had loved her as much as Ramsay Bolton could ever love anyone.

Finally, she stopped, her hand placed gently on her belly. She wasn't showing yet, yet she knew that it would not be long before she did. Not long until it became obvious that she was with child, and she would have to confess that House Bolton had not died when Ramsay was devoured by his own starving hounds.

It had been the last thing that he had done, before he had gone out to face Jon; telling her that no matter what happened that day, he would always be with her because of what their love had made. That if he died, he, his House would survive because of the child that grew in her belly, and there was nothing that Jon Snow could do about it. Ramsay taking her face in his hands and kissing her, before he reminded her that he had killed for her. That he had taken Myranda's life, because she had dared to threaten his bride. That he had murdered his own father, stepbrother and Walda, because it was she, his wife that deserved to be the Lady of the Dreadfort and Winterfell; not that plain pudding of a woman that his father had taken off the hands of old Walder. Ramsay pulling her into his arms, as he told her not to worry; as he told her that he would return to her. That when he did, he would make her the Queen of the North, and the little one that was growing inside her, would only be the first of many. That together they would create the greatest of Houses. But when he had left her, she had known that he would not be victorious. That no matter what, Jon, Sansa, would do all they could to have their revenge for what had happened at the Red Wedding. That no matter what happened, she would lose that day; and one way or another, she would always feel like a traitor. A traitor to her family and home, or to the man that she had foolishly fallen in love with. (Y/n) sure that from somewhere, her mother, Robb and Talisa were looking down on her........hating her. And when she had to explain her condition to Jon and Sansa, she was sure that they would never speak to her again. And when Jon realised why she had wanted to talk to Ramsay before his death, he would probably send her away. Forcing her from the only home, the only place that she had ever truly loved, in disgust. The thought bringing more tears to her eyes; so many already shed for her husband, her family and for the little one that she carried. The idea that Jon and Sansa would view her as the traitor she believed herself to be, breaking her heart, more than it already was.

Suddenly there was a knock at her door. She had locked herself away in her rooms since she had said her goodbye to Ramsay. The thoughts of his last smile, his last kiss; of how he had said that he would continue to love her and their child despite no longer being with her, keeping her awake at night. Keeping her from showing her face around Winterfell, for the shame that she felt. Yet she knew that she could not keep herself hidden away forever; she had to think of her child. (Y/n) slowly getting to her feet and making her way to the door. Taking a deep breath, before she unlocked it; opening it wide to reveal Jon.

"(Y/n), are you alright........?" Her brother asked, as he came up to her and placed his hand gently on her cheek. It obvious that she had been crying, that she had not been sleeping.

"Please (Y/n) we are all worried about you." Jon continued, as he pulled her into his arms. (Y/n) doing her best not to cry, as she took in his familiar scent and his closeness. The oldest surviving child of Ned and Catelyn having been sure that she would never know his embrace again.

"I am fine, Jon, really. I am sorry I made everyone, worry.........." (Y/n) doing her best to assure, as she held onto him a little tighter.

"And the baby..........?" (Y/n) instantly pulling away from him at the question. Her eyes growing wide, as she looked at Jon.

"Baby........? What...........?"

"Ramsay told Sansa and I that you were carrying his child, before the battle; before he killed Rickon. He said that no matter what happened, House Bolton would survive because of you; because you loved him........." Jon explained, as he moved a little further into the room. (Y/n) looking over his shoulder, waiting for some of his men, for some of the Wildlings to join him and take her away. To take her away and put her to death.

"Please Jon. I know that you think I am a traitor, that I betrayed our family; but I beg you not to hurt me or my child. I know that it is more than I deserve, but I swear that I will leave here, and you will never hear of me again. My child is not to be blamed for their father being a monster. They are not to blame for their mother foolishly losing her heart to a man that did nothing but wrong to all around him. Just give my child a chance to prove that they will be nothing like their father or grandfather." (Y/n) pleaded, falling to her knees, as her head dropped into her hands. The sound of her sobs filling the air until she felt a gentle hand come to rest on her shoulder. The lady looking up to her brother, before Jon's other hand came to rest under her chin.

"You are going nowhere, (Y/n). You nor ya child. The baby is as much a Stark as it is a Bolton, and I know that ya will raise them ta be everything that you are; ta make father, ya mother and Robb proud. I won't pretend that I was happy at the news, but I love ya; and I know Sansa loves ya. You are no traitor, (Y/n), no matter what ya might think; the heart wants what it wants, whether it's right or wrong." Jon told her, as he carefully helped her to get up from the floor.

"Now, come on. Sansa is desperate ta see ya again. I think she is already coming up with names fa the baby." Jon continued, as he placed his arm around her and walked her to the door. All thoughts of her being a traitor pushed to the back of her mind, as her brother led her through what was left of Winterfell, so that she, Sansa and Jon could be a family once more.