Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Payment - Part 1 - Roose x Reader

For Blablaaa_20

"Not her............" (Y/n) heard a voice order, as she knelt by the body of her mother. Blood staining her dress, as she reached out and brought her mother's lifeless form, into her arms.

Only moments before, she had been smiling with her mother. Watching as her twin had kissed Talisa; the two so much in love that it made (Y/n)'s heart soar, and hope that one day, she too would find such happiness. Yet then........then the doors to the hall had been closed, and the musicians had begun to play The Rains of Castamere. (Y/n) feeling a sudden dread wash over her; her heart thumping so fast that she could hear the blood make its way through her veins. The oldest female child of Ned and Catelyn Stark, looking to Walder Frey as he held up his hand to silence the band.

"Your grace........." The vile, decrepit old man began. Her twin turning from Talisa to look at the Frey patriarch.

"I feel I have been remiss........" He continued, as she, her mother and Roose Bolton took a seat at one of the tables.

"In my duties.........I've given you meat and wine and music........" (Y/n)'s breath leaving her body, as she saw the way that Lord Bolton looked at her mother.

"But I haven't shown you the hospitality, you deserve. My king has married, and I owe my new queen a wedding gift........." The young she-wolf almost jumping out of her skin as her mother gripped her hand, while with the other she pulled up Roose's sleeve, to reveal the chainmail beneath. Catelyn suddenly getting to her feet, taking her daughter with her, before slapping the head of House Bolton, across the face. (Y/n) finding herself frozen to the spot, as her mother shouted to her brother. Their eyes widening as a man attacked Talisa, stabbing her over and over again in the stomach; before archers, who had obviously been waiting on the balcony, fired at Robb. Fired at the men that were with them. (Y/n) screaming at her beloved brother, as Talisa fell to the floor and those around her died by arrow, or their throats slit. Catelyn pulling her oldest daughter under the table with her, as she took an arrow to the shoulder. (Y/n) wanting nothing more than to join her twin, as he made his way to his dying brides' side. Yet her mother pushed her back; ordering her to stay where she was, before she grabbed a knife and made her way over to the top table where Walder Frey still sat, as if nothing had happened.

"Lord Walder........! Lord Walder, enough........" Her mother shouted, as she held the blade to the throat of the young woman that she had just dragged from under the table.

"Let it end......please. He is my son, (Y/n) is my daughter. My first-born children. Let them go, and I swear that we will forget this........."

"You swore by all the gods, that your son would marry my daughter........." Walder retorted angrily.

"Take me for a hostage; but let Robb and (Y/n) go.......Robb, get up. Get your sister........." Catelyn said, as she turned to look at him. Robb still holding onto the body of his wife.

"Get up and walk out.........Please.......please........" Catelyn beseeched. (Y/n) just staring at her twin, who looked nothing but broken. Her eyes closing, as she realised what was going to happen. That none of them would be making it out of that room, alive.

"And why would I let him do that........" Walder interjected again. (Y/n)'s eyes flying open, looking at the ground for another knife. For if she, if her mother and brother were to join Talisa in death, she was not going to go out without a fight.

"Let them go, or I will cut your wife's throat........"

"I'll find another......." Walder simply retorted to her mother's threat. (Y/n) quickly scrambling out from under the table as Robb got to his feet. The heir to Winterfell only able to speak the word 'mother' before Roose Bolton had turned him around; telling him that the Lannister's sent their regards, then stabbed him. The young she-wolf at his side as he fell to the floor next to his wife. Catelyn letting out a pained cry, as her oldest son joined his bride, in death; before slitting Walder's young wife's throat. (Y/n) able to do nothing, as he mother just looked at her; mouthing the words, 'I love you' before her own throat was slit. Her daughter running to her side and falling to her knees. (Y/n) wanting to be with her mother, when her turn came. But it never did...........

"Get her to her feet....." The same voice came, as hands grabbed her. (Y/n) refusing to let go of her mother.

"Would it not be wiser to kill the young she-wolf too? Leaving one alive......."

"The Lannisters said nothing about this one." Roose quickly interjected, gesturing to the men to get (Y/n) to her feet. The younger she-wolf merely holding onto her mother's body, tighter. Refusing to lose it.

"Get up, or I will change my mind........" Roose growled, as he leant over her. A smug smile pulling at the corners of his lips, as (Y/n)'s misty eyes glared up at him.

"Do it.....! Send me to the gods, to be with my mother, my brother and father, you stinking Lannister lackey.........." She screamed back at him. Roose's smile simply getting wider, before he grabbed hold of (Y/n)'s hair and held her firmly.

"I think not, my beautiful wolf. You are my payment, and I intend to collect........." Roose told her, before something hit her, and the whole scene went dark.