Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Payment - Part 7 - Roose x Reader

(Y/n) had staggered, as the old woman did her best to help her along the dark corridors. She hadn't been able to think, to feel; her mind numb from what she had just been told. How could this happen.......her mother, twin and Talisa slaughtered like pigs in front of her eyes. Her father killed by the orders of that little cunt, Joffrey. Her younger sisters, younger brothers, the gods only knew where, and now she had discovered that Theon; the same Theon that had been as much a part of her family as any of her siblings. Theon, the boy that had been her first kiss, had betrayed all those that had raised and cared for him. (Y/n) wondering when all this was going to stop; wondering what her family had done, that so displeased the gods, that they would allow all this to happen. Why they would take so much from her and instead of allowing her to join her parents and beloved brother in the next life, she had been given to Roose; given to the murderer of her twin, so that he could do with her what he whatever he wanted.

"Milady............?" The old woman said. (Y/n) looking at her and realising that they had finally got to a room.

"(Y/n)........please, call me (Y/n)..........." The she-wolf replied, as the maid assisted her to the bed.

"And I am Rena.........." The old woman continued, pushing some of (Y/n)'s hair, away from her face.

"Come, my sweet child; let's get ya clean and then some food in ya belly. It looks like ya starving.........."

"I don't think I can eat................"

"Nonsense. If you want revenge, you cannot let yourself slip away like that.........." Rena interjected. Her words causing the she-wolf to look up at her.

"What.........?"

"Oh, my dearest one. I was a maid at Winterfell when you and ya brother were little more than babes in arms. I used ta help ya mother look after ya both. You and Robb were the most darlin little ones I had ever met; the sweetest children I have ever looked after, and ya lord father and lady mother were always so good ta me. All of us know of what happened ta ya father in the capital, and word has already got here about what Lord Bolton, and that old cunt Walder Frey did at tha Twins. Ya mother was kind when I lost my own child, and ya father was a brave man, an honourable man. He was good ta everyone no matter what or who they were. He looked after tha smallfolk as best he could; but tha same cannot be said for Lord Roose, nor that bastard of his. Both of em are cruel; both of em kill without a second thought, especially that Ramsay. I know of people that have lost their daughters because of that evil boy. I have heard the screams as people have been eaten by his hounds, as they have been flayed. My.......my own husband, Artor, one of em. Taken from me fa nothing more than so that tha bastard could have his fun. His body, not even given ta me, so I could give a decent sendoff......" Rena explained, as she wiped away a tear from her cheek, before grabbing (Y/n)'s hands.

"Ya were always tha smart one; always picking up things quicker than ya brother, or other little ones. Some of us know that ya were with ya brother, when he was fighting against tha Lannisters; helping him strategies, and I am sure that a girl that can do all that, has a plan. That the true lady of Winterfell, wants ta get back her home and avenge all those that she's lost........." The elder maid continued, giving her a hopeful look.

Lady of Winterfell.........yes, that was what she was now. She hadn't thought about it until that moment, but of course that was what she was, and that was why Roose wanted her. As the oldest surviving child, she was the next in line; and if her other siblings were.......no, she could not think about that now. No, for the time being she had to think about herself, and she had to wait; she had to lull Roose and Ramsay into believing that she was little more than a lady that was armed with nothing but a wicked, sharp tongue. She had to wait until they let down their guards and believed that she was no threat to them; and when they had, she would strike. She would tear down House Bolton; she would watch as that name became little more than a distant memory. Until Roose and Ramsay were nothing more than tales told by children to scare one another, at night. (Y/n) just hoping that what this Rena had told her, was true. That she had indeed been at Winterfell when she had been little, for she needed someone she could trust, and given the look in the older woman's eyes.........

"I do have a plan. A plan that will see the end to the House of Bolton. But I must bide my time and wait for the perfect moment to strike. I need you to believe in me Rena. Believe that I will have revenge not only for my family, but for your husband too. So, all I ask is that you trust me, that you allow me to do what I must, even when it seems as though I am doing nothing. That, and moon tea. I may have to marry Roose, and give myself to him; but that does not mean that I have to bare his children.........Now........" (Y/n) told Rena, as she got to her feet. A new sense of determination filling her.

"I believe a bath and then something to eat, would be good; and then Rena......." The she-wolf taking her hands and helping her to her feet.

"We will talk more of happier times............."