Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Payment - Part 6 - Roose x Ramsay x Reader

Another shiver went down her spine, as the carriage and all the men on horseback that surrounded it, came to a halt in the courtyard of the Dreadfort. It was true that some may describe Winterfell as being a little grey and gloomy from the outside; but that dullness was in complete contrast to the light, warmth and love that the Stark family had for one another. Yet this.........this grey and gloom was like nothing she had ever experienced. It was cold; not just because of the temperature in the air; but because of something that hung heavy over the entire castle. Something that felt as though it was physically weighting her down. (Y/n) wondering if the Dreadfort had ever known any kind of love. But given what she knew of its history and the two men that currently resided in it; she had to think not. And speaking of the other man, the she-wolf couldn't help but wonder if Roose's bastard would be waiting to greet them. Not that that was something she was looking forward to; but what choice did she have.

Even though she had never met this Ramsay Snow, she had most definitely heard the rumours. Tales of a wicked young man that took great delight, in killing, maiming and torturing others. A man capable of the worst, the most unspeakable atrocities. A man that was the stuff of nightmares; that was more animal, more beast than human. The thing that children would tell stories about over a fire in the darkest hours of the night. (Y/n) wondering whether it was the fact that his father was a callous, cruel bastard, and had probably never cared about him, that had made Ramsay so wicked; or whether it was just who he was. The she-wolf's thoughts going to Jon, and how, even though her mother had never ever attempted to hide her dislike for him; she, her father and her other siblings, had loved him just as much as they loved one another. (Y/n) never caring about how he had come into the world, just that he was her brother, and whether called Snow or Stark, he always would be. The oldest surviving child of the real Warden of the North wishing that Jon was with her now; sure, that he would help her destroy Roose, destroy Walder, destroy all those that had betrayed their family. But he wasn't. He was at the Wall, and unless she could get word to him, he would probably remain there. So, for now, it was all down to her.

"My lady........." (Y/n) turning as she heard Roose's voice. The she-wolf reaching out and taking the hand that he offered. Relieved, as he removed the ropes from her ankles. It obvious that he was no longer worried about her running away, as she stepped out of the carriage, and her eyes fully took in the full horror of where she had been brought.

"Your new home........." Roose continued. Once again making it sound as though she was supposed to be impressed by the Dreadfort. (Y/n) hating to think what the inside would be like, if the outside was this grim. Her brows furrowing as Roose suddenly seemed to glare over at something. The lady following his gaze to see a young man making his way out of the castle, a small smile on his face.

"Father.........." The young man greeted. A new kind of smile creeping onto his lips, as his eyes turned to her. His gaze making her shudder, even though she tried her best to not let it show. The lord simply ignoring the boy, as he took her hand and dragged her into the castle.

"We will be wed first thing in the morning. But for now, you will have a room of your own, where you can bathe and change." Roose explained, as he gestured over to an older woman, who came scurrying toward the two nobles; her head down, eyes focused on her feet.

"Milord......." She said timidly. (Y/n) getting a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, as Ramsay joined them in the hall. The poor woman visibly beginning to shake, as the bastard moved around her.

"This woman will help you with your needs." Roose continued. The woman nodding before heading to the doors. The lord gesturing for his bride to be, to follow.

"Are you not going to introduce us, father......? I would so like to meet your guest....." Both women stopping as they heard the voice.

To (Y/n)'s ears, it was as cold as the keep and its surroundings. Bereft of any emotion; yet there was a cruel, teasing tone to it. A tone that would suggest that all the awful tales of the Bolton bastard, were true. The she-wolf taking a deep breath, before turning and making her way back over to the two men. Roose grabbing her hand and gripping it tight.

"Ramsay, this is (Y/n) Stark. (Y/n) this is my bastard, Ramsay Snow There you have been introduced........" Roose said, before pulling her back to the door. The she-wolf looking over at a still smiling Ramsay, as Roose opened the door and more or less pushed (Y/n) and the old woman out.

"And my lady......" (Y/n) this time turning to Roose.

"Do not think of trying to escape, for you have nowhere to go. Winterfell has fallen to your supposed friend Theon Greyjoy. It seems that betraying Starks, has become a popular thing to do. But as a wedding gift to you, I will ensure that the Ironborn does not remain in control of your home for too long. It better for me to rule the north from Winterfell than here. And I wish for all the smallfolk to see that the oldest child of Ned Stark, is now my wife." The lord continued. The old maid catching (Y/n), as her legs gave way at the news. The she-wolf not able to believe her ears; not able to believe that even Theon had taken against the family that had raised him. Roose slowly closing the door to the hall and leaving the two women alone.

"Come, my dear child. Let's get you to your room......" The old woman told her, before helping (Y/n) through the castle.