Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Payment - Part 5 - Roose x Reader

The Dreadfort. It was everything she had heard and thought it would be. As dark and foreboding as she had feared. A thick mist shrouding it, as if hiding it from the eyes of all god-fearing peoples. The castle looming over the surrounding scape like a dark shadow. Its high walls and triangular merlons, that look to (Y/n) like sharp stone teeth, sending a sudden shiver down her spine, as the carriage moved ever closer.

"Your new home, my lady............" Roose announced, as he gestured towards the dark castle. The lord sounding as though she should be impressed, by the ghastly Keep.

"My father hated this place, you know........" (Y/n) said. Pulling the heavy fur a little tighter around her shoulders. The air seeming far colder now they were at the seat of House Bolton, than it had been at any other time on their journey.

"That is one of the reasons that he kept me away from it. That, and you, of course. He used to say that he had seen catacombs with more light and life in them than the Dreadfort had........He hated you too, if you didn't know. Both my parents did...........you may have fought together in the past, but he never trusted you, not really. He knew what you really wanted; he knew that you were jealous of him and my family. That behind everything you may have said, and despite how you bowed to his rule; he knew that you were just waiting for your moment to usurp him. To become the Warden of the North, yourself. If my father had not been so good, so naïve, I would have had him see sense, and had you killed years ago. Best thing to do with cowards............" (Y/n) growled, without thinking. The she-wolf suddenly finding herself grabbed. Roose gripping onto her chin and forcing her to look at him.

"You have a sharp tongue, just like your mother. And if you are not careful, girl, I will happily rip it out of your head. I do not need you to be able to speak, to fuck you; to have you give heirs. And as for your father.......your perfect family, I couldn't stand them, either. Having to bow and obey that fool of a father of yours, made me sick to my stomach; and I was overjoyed when I heard that that little cunt Joffrey, had ordered his head taken from his shoulders. I just wish I had been there to see it. And as for your mother your brother.......I would have betrayed the king of the north for nothing; but being offered the wardenship of the north, and you, well............that just made the deal, all the sweeter. Tell me......would you like to know what happened to your beloved mother and brother; to your brother's whore, after you were taken away by my men.........? Do you want to know that I heard that Walder fucked your mother's and Talisa's corpses.......? I would have thought that Catelyn was a little old for Frey; but I wouldn't put anything passed him. And as for your brother.......your precious twin. The Frey men took his body and removed his head, replacing it with that of his dire wolf, before strapping him to a horse and parading him around for all to see. Laughing at him.......mocking him........" A small smile coming to Roose's lips as he looked at the wide-eyed beauty before him. The Lord able to see a flame that burned brighter than any wildfire possibly could, in those exquisite orbs.

"So, just think yourself lucky. I can only imagine what the Frey men would have done to you, before they let you join your father, mother and brother." Roose added, before pushing her back onto her seat on the other side of the carriage. (Y/n) refusing to cry. Refusing to allow the Lord of the Dreadfort to see that his words had cut her deeply. That his words had just made her want to not only sink a dagger into his belly; but to see that disgusting old man, Walder Frey dead, and every one of his men, too. (Y/n) silently swearing to the gods, that one way or another, the Lord of the Crossing, would die by the hands of a wolf. That anyone that had stood against her family, would suffer for what they had done.

"My father.......my brother, were better men than you could ever hope to be, my lord. And if what you say is true, if Walder defiled my mother, Talisa, and his men mutated Robb's corpse; then all that does is prove to me, that they feared them when they were alive. And if it is a lie.........then it proves that it is you that feared them; because you feel the need to prove your power over them now, by telling me that my mother's body was used by that vile old man. That my brother was not even allowed to rest, with his own head. And I may still be alive; you may wed me and take me and think that calling me the new Lady Bolton will have the smallfolk accept your rule. You may think that filling my belly with your heirs will change me, my feelings towards you; but I promise you it won't. And I also promise you, that the north, nor the wolves of Winterfell, never forgets............" (Y/n) told him. The pair staring at one another for a few moments more, before the she-wolf turned her gaze back to the little window in the carriage door, and out to the gloomy castle that was now within reach.