Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Payment - Part 2 - Roose x Reader

(Y/n) groaned, as she slowly woke. Her head ached, her mouth was dry, and as she tried to sit up straight, she realised that her wrists were bound behind her back, and that her legs had also been tied at the ankles. Her muddled mind trying to make sense of it all; trying to figure out why her body was bound and being jostled around. And then, there they were, the awful, gut-wrenching memories of what had been done to her brother and her mother. Of the blood that had covered her, as she had made her way to her fallen twin's side, and then her mothers. Of the look on Walder Frey's face, as he sneered at her mother while she beseeched for him to allow her son and daughter to leave, to live. And then Roose.......yes Roose.......he had killed Robb. He had taken the life of her beloved twin at the behest of those vile Lannisters, who had already taken so much from her and the family. Though why he had not killed her too. Why he had called her his payment........

"Good, you are awake.........." A cold voice said. The she-wolf forcing her heavy eyes to open to find Roose sat across from her in a carriage. (Y/n) backing up as far as she could go, as the head of House Bolton leaned forward.

"I presume you want to know why your mother and brother had to die.........?" He continued, as he reached out and took some of her hair between his fingers.

"It is quite simple, my beautiful wolf; Walder, the pathetic creature that he is, turned his back on your family, simply because your brother chose to marry that common woman, rather than wed one of his daughters, as had been promised. And I, well, no matter what Robb might have thought, he would never have beaten the combined forces of the Lannisters and Tyrells; and as I like my head on my shoulders, I thought it better to make a deal with old Tywin. A deal where I would be made Warden of the North, and I would get to keep you. After all, what better way to legitimise my rule in the north, than taking the new heir of Winterfell as my bride........." Roose explained. (Y/n) staring at him, wide-eyed. Wanting to scream out that she would rather die, than be married to such a foul being as he. That she would prefer to slit her own throat, than allow him to touch her. Yet as much as she tried, the gag that had been forced into her mouth turned everything into mumbled growls. Roose just smiling slightly, as he let loose her hair.

"Protest all you like, my dear; but you are mine now. And think yourself lucky that Tywin Lannister did not see you as a threat. Though I did still assure him that I would control you, if he let you live. You see, I have had my eye on you for quite some time, (Y/n). Your beauty not escaping me, as I saw you with your brother and father, when you were younger; knowing from that moment, that I had to have you. So, you will wed me; you will legitimise my rule in the north, and give me as many true heirs as I wish....." The lord continued, as he sat back in his seat. (Y/n) able to do nothing but stare at him. The notion of his hands being on her; of him........no, the idea just made her want to be sick. Yet what was she to do? Her eyes closing, as she sent a prayer to the gods; hoping beyond hope that something or someone would come and save her from her fate. But she knew that it was fruitless. That the only one that may be able to aid her now, was Jon, and he was at the Wall, perhaps knowing nothing of their father's death, never mind anything else that had happened to their family since he had left with their uncle Benjen, to take the black.

Yet then it hit her. Tywin Lannister didn't see her as a threat, and it was apparent that neither did Roose. It obvious that neither man knew of what she was truly capable of, how she had been the one aiding her brother in the war against the lions and their allies. No idea, that much to her mother's chagrin, she had spent most of her life training to fight with her father, her brothers and even Jory. (Y/n) realising that if she wanted revenge for what the treacherous head of House Bolton had done; if she wanted to stop the Lannisters from getting any more of a grip on the north, than the likes of Walder and Roose had already given them, she would have to play into the notion that she was little more than a defenseless woman that didn't know one end of a sword from another. A woman whose only weapon, was a sewing needle. So, she knew what her course of action had to be, and though it revolted her; even though it went against her own morals and desires for what she wanted her life to be; if she wanted to get to kill Roose in the way that he had killed her twin. If she wanted to see the light of life, leave his eyes, and feel the warmth of his blood gush out of him and all over her hand, then she would have to play the role of a defenseless damsel. She would have to lull him into a sense of false security, and then........then she would strike. She would show him who she really was, and that the flayed man would never truly run the north. For that title would only ever belong to one family: her family. The wolves of Winterfell.