Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Payment - Part 8 - Roose x Reader

Married. She knew that it was coming, but it was still hard to believe. In her youth, she had been a little like her sister, Sansa. The songs and tales of courtly love, filling her young mind with notions of knights in shining armour saving her from a dragon, before the pair would ride off into the sunset to live happily ever after. But life rarely goes the way you intend; (Y/n) finding that she was more suited to sword and bow, than sewing and gossip. Her thoughts of anything like a loving marriage; of being able to spend her life with a man that she loved instead of having to resign herself to one, out of duty, gone; or at least they had been until Robb had found Talisa, their happiness, giving her back a little hope. But she should have known better; she should have known that given the war between her family and the Lannisters, she would never be as lucky as her twin. That even if they had won, she would have found herself married off to some lord to cement an alliance. Yet even that would have been better than the current situation that she found herself in; wed to her own twin's killer.

"My child.........."

"Its alright, Rena. Just get me ready. There is nothing I could do to avoid this. But know that it is just the first step of my plan.........." (Y/n) told the older woman; doing her best to give her a reassuring smile, as she looked through the mirror at her maid. Rena nodding slowly, before finishing taking her ladies hair out of the elaborate braid that she had weaved for the wedding.

Wedding..........it hadn't been much of a wedding. (Y/n) had never hoped for anything too much; no gaudy displays, for that just wasn't her. But still, something more than the binding of the hands and the vows, before being told to get ready so your new husband could bed you, would have been nice. Yet she could not imagine Roose Bolton making some foolishly romantic display of love; she was there because she was now the heir to Winterfell, and a marriage to him, would make his new rule in the north, seem far more legitimate. That, and if he could put a child in her belly, and a boy at that, the Bolton claim on Winterfell, would be guaranteed.

"Rena.....?"

"Yes, dear.........?"

"Did you get the.........?"

"Don't worry, I went down ta one of tha villages. I'll bring ya some tea, as soon as he leave ya........" Rena assured, placing her hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder. The she-wolf nodding in thanks, before taking a deep breath and standing up. The thin nightgown too large for her; but (Y/n) knew that she would not be wearing it for too long.

"So, do you think I will pass as an innocent, blushing bride.......?" She asked as she turned around. Rena wishing that she could tell the child that everything would be fine. That Lord Bolton would be good to her, that he wouldn't hurt her; but she couldn't; and she knew that (Y/n) was smart enough not to believe her, even if she did.

"You look beautiful, my child. Your mother and father........."

"OUT!" The order came, as the door to the room flew open. Roose coming to stand in the room and glaring at Rena. (Y/n) quickly grabbing her hands and bringing them up to her lips.

"Thank you, Rena. You can go......." The she-wolf told her, kissing her hands, before her maid curtsied and quickly left the room. Roose slamming the door behind her and locking it. (Y/n) standing up straight, and holding her head up high, as her new husband began to circle her.

"Take it off....." Roose finally continued, gesturing to the nightgown. (Y/n) taking a deep breath, before pushing the light gown from her shoulders. The she-wolf standing there, as naked as she had been the night that he had watched her bathe. Roose shrugging off his large fur collared cloak to reveal that he himself was wearing nothing but an undershirt; that quickly joining the cloak on the floor. It obvious that he was already prepared to do his husbandly duty.

"Get on the bed..........."

"With all these sweet words, how could any woman not want to be yours, Lord Bolton. I am surprised that you haven't had woman lined up from Kings Landing to here, all hoping for a chance to be ordered to 'get on the bed' in such a romantic manner. That is just what every reluctant bride wants to hear on her wedding day........." (Y/n) scoffed, before she moved passed him to get to the bed; only to find herself grabbed. Roose's hand firmly gripping at her chin.

"There you go again, with that clever mouth of yours. I told you before, you don't need to have a tongue to give me an heir. A son that will rightfully rule over Winterfell. So, my dear wife, I would be very careful what you say to me. I have no issue in shutting you up. In fact........." Roose told her, as his hand moved from her chin to grip at her hair. The she-wolf grimacing, as he jerked her head back, before leaning into whisper into her ear.

"I have something right here, that will shut you up for a while." He continued, before pushing her down to her knees. Roose smiling, as he gripped his cock and began to stroke it, right in front of her eyes.

"You are happy to open your mouth to berate me; so now you can open it, to please me..........." Roose pulling her head back as she did her best to turn away.

"Open your mouth, or I will not be so kind....." He growled. A small smile coming to his lips. as she looked up at him, and slowly......ever so slowly, opened her mouth. The head of House Bolton equally slowing pushing himself passed her lips. (Y/n) suddenly gripping at his thighs, as the tip of his cock, touched the back of her throat.