Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Payment - Part 3 - Roose x Reader

She knew where they were going; she knew where Roose was taking her. (Y/n) never actually having been to the Dreadfort, before. Her father always telling her that it was no place for a lady; even a lady that was as fierce with a sword and bow, as either of her brothers. The she-wolf only knowing what she had heard, or what she had read in the histories; that the castle was an ill-omened place, whose walls were once supposedly covered in the flayed skins of those that dare to stand against House Bolton; including those of some of her own ancestors. A dark fort that was located on the banks of the Weeping Water just to the east of Winterfell. A place that was nothing like her much loved home, which until Robert Baratheon and the rest of the rotten royal entourage had come and asked her father to be his new Hand, had always been filled with the love and laughter of the Stark pack.

(Y/n) had done her best to not do anything while they had journeyed back from the Twins. To appear like the scared woman that Roose obviously believed that she was. Never saying a word to the man that would always sit in the carriage with her and just look at her, while they travelled. But, in truth, even if she was not trying to fool him, she still would have not said anything to him. For what do you say to a man that had not only betrayed her family; but also murdered her brother in front of her and her mother. (Y/n) hating the notion that that had been the last thing her mother saw before her own life was taken. That she had passed to be with the gods, not knowing what her oldest daughter's fate, was to be.

"My lady..........." (Y/n) looking up, as the door to the carriage was opened. The she-wolf fighting the desire to jump out of the landeau and kill Roose with her own hands, there and then, as he held out his hand for her to take. The oldest daughter of the real Warden of the North, knowing that she would have to bide her time. That she would have to wait until she was somewhere other than surrounded by Bolton men, to dispatch the murderer in front of her.

Roose had released her hands and taken the gag from her mouth not long after she had woken; but her legs were still bound. It apparent that even though she had promised not to do anything foolish; promised that she would not try to escape, the head of House Bolton still believed that she might, at any moment, jump from the speeding carriage and get away him.

"This time tomorrow, we will be at the Dreadfort; but for now........." Roose taking her up into his arms, as she placed her hand in his. Carrying her to a tent that had been quickly pitched by his men.

"You will be spending one more night, under the stars.........." He continued, as he placed her down on the makeshift bed. The lord glaring at the man that had just appeared with a pail of water, and something thrown over his arm. The guard quickly leaving, after placing down the bucket and handing the other item to Roose.

"I should have given you this before.........." The lord said, as he held up what the man had given him. (Y/n) realising that it was a new dress.

"It is not right that my bride to be, arrive at her new home, in such a fashion........" He continued. (Y/n) looking down at herself; realising that even though they had been travelling for some while, this was the first time that she had noticed that her skin, her gown was still covered in the blood of her brother and mother, and that it was now no longer the crimson that had surrounded her, as she held her mother's body to her; but dark and brown.

"You should wash and change........." Roose throwing the dress onto the bed as he spoke, before getting down onto his knees and loosening the ropes that bound her ankles. (Y/n) fighting the urge to punch him in the face, as his fingers crept up under her skirt, and gently caressed her calves.

"Thank you, Lord Bolton, I would appreciate that........" She answered, lowering her gaze, so that he could not see the hatred in her eyes. Hoping that he could not hear her the grin of her teeth, as she addressed him.

"I will let your men know when I am finished.........."

"I think not..........." Roose replied. (Y/n) sure that she could see a smile pulling at the corners of his lips, as she looked up at him, wide-eyed.

"Surly, my lord, you will allow me a few moments of peace, so that I can clean myself and change, as you bid..........."

"I would like to, my lady. But I am afraid that I still cannot trust you to not escape. I wouldn't want to be losing you........."

"But I promised that I would not. You cannot expect me to undress and wash with you watching............" The she-wolf countered. Her stomach wrenching, as Roose's hands, slipped a little further up her legs.

She had hoped to put this off a little longer; at least until they were at the Dreadfort, and she was forced to marry the treacherous, murdering bastard, in front of her. Even though she was of age, (Y/n) was still a maid; never having been seen naked by a man, never mind anything else. Her dream of only giving herself to the man that she loved, gone, once she realised that she was part of the price for Roose doing what he had done to her brother. The she-wolf only ever having been kissed once, when she was younger, and that had been by Theon, which had resulted in her slapping him, and Robb informing his friend, that he was never to touch his twin again.

"As my wife to be, I assure you that it is something that you will have to grow accustomed to; for I intend to see you naked as often as I possibly can, my beautiful wolf." Roose replied, as he got to his feet and offered her his hand. (Y/n) praying for the strength to do this; to be able to see this through until the time came when she could stick a knife in his guts. Closing her eyes, as he began to pull on the strings that held together her gown. A cold shudder going through her, as the heavy material fell from her body, and the cool northern air, kissed her skin. A gasp leaving her lips, as she felt his fingertips ghost over her breast, and one word left his lips.

"Mine............."