Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Payment - Part 9 - Roose x Ramsay x Reader

(Y/n) sat up, as she heard the door to her room, shut. She had been pretending to be asleep, not wishing to look at, never mind say anything to Roose, after he had taken what he wanted. The older man grunting over her, until his seed had spilled into her.

She had to suppose that it could have been worse; for apart from forcing her down to her knees in the beginning, after he had carried her over to the bed, he had been strangely nice to her. And although she could not pretend that she had enjoyed it; that she had experienced the feelings that her maids would giggle about after spending a night with a handsome soldier, but he had not hurt her. In fact, he had even pulled her to him, when she made out that she had been sleeping. His lips leaving a trail of kisses, as they moved across her back. But that didn't mean that she was going to become a happy bride; that she was going to come to love Roose. No, he was a murderer. He had killed her twin, right in front of her eyes, and nothing would ever make her think of him as anything but a murderous traitor.

"Come........." (Y/n) called out, pulling the furs up around her naked body, as a knock came to the door. A sigh of relief leaving her lips as Rena made her way into the room, with a cup in her hands.

"Moon tea.........." The maid explained, as she took a seat on the side of the bed. The she-wolf taking it, gratefully, and beginning to drink.

"Are you........did he.............?"

"I'm fine, Rena. He was not as cruel as I had expected him to be, so I suppose the experience could have been worse. But it is not what I wanted for my first time........." (Y/n) countered, with a wry chuckle. Thanking the maid, as she finished the tea.

"I know that it is foolish, given that women have very little choice in this world; but I had always hoped that my first time, would be wonderful. That it would be filled with love. That it would be something I would never forget, for all the right reasons. Yet it was none of that; there was no wonder, no love. Though I am sure that it will be something that I never forget; no matter how hard I try." The lady continued, as she got out of bed, and Rena dressed her once more, in the nightgown. (Y/n) sitting in a chair by the fire as her maid, stripped the blooded sheets from the bed.

"I am sorry, my child. He wants the proof.........."

"Of course he does......." (Y/n) replied, as she looked to the crimson stained bedding.

"He wants to show everyone that he has had me. That he is the only one, that has had me. The maiden she-wolf, no longer a maiden, thanks to Roose Bolton.........take them to him, Rena. Let him do with them as he wishes. He can fly the sheets from the top of this stinking pile of stones, for all I care. For he might have taken my flower, but that is the only thing that he will have." The she-wolf continued. Turning her eyes from the sheets; not wanting to be reminded any further of what had happened.

"I will be back soon. I'll bring fresh bedding; we will get you washed and then you can sleep........" Rena told her. (Y/n) giving her a small smile, before the older woman made her way out of the door.

(Y/n) shook her head, as a tear threatened to fall. No, this was no time to cry. Eventually, she knew that a time would come, and she would not be able to hold back her sorrow any longer. That the dam would break and there would be nothing left to stop the tears; but that time was not now. She had to stay strong, she had to see the plan through; and as awful as it was, as much as it made her feel sick to her stomach, it was what made sense. The best way to bring down House Bolton, was to turn it on itself. To turn son, against father, and use Ramsay as her weapon. And once Roose was dead, one way or another, the son would follow. Yet it meant giving herself to Ramsay, too. Meant making him believe that she would rather be his wife; that she would rather he was the Lord of Winterfell. That she wanted to give him children and have them rule after him. And given the look in his eyes when they had first met, getting him into bed would probably not be the most difficult thing. That, and given how cold the two men had been when she was first brought to the Dreadfort, perhaps getting Ramsay to turn on his father, might not be all that hard, either. But she had to be smart. She had to see this as a battle. She had to strategies and plan her moves just as she had with Robb. And after having to deal with Roose making all the moves, so far; it was now her turn.

"Rena..........." The maid smiling as she made her way back into the room. Her arms filled with fresh linen, and a clean nightgown.

"My dear...........?"

"Where are Ramsay's rooms............?"

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Ramsay sat in his rooms; his anger growing as he thought about the latest events. His father had the heir to Winterfell. But it wasn't that she was just his prisoner, no; she was now his wife. (Y/n) Stark, the Twin of the King of the North, was his father's wife. And that meant only one thing, heirs. True heirs. And if the she-wolf could provide Roose with children; with a son, then he would no longer be needed. The cup that he had been holding, thrown across the room and smashing against the opposite wall; it shattering to pieces, and the red liquid it had contained, slowly trickling down the wall. Ramsay knowing that he had to do something, he had to stop this. He would not let his ambitions be thwarted.........his head raising, as he suddenly heard something from the other side of his door. The young man quickly getting to his feet and heading for the door; Ramsay opening it and stepping out into the darkened corridor, his eyes widening as something dressed in white suddenly bumped into him and clung to his bare skin.