Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

In the strangest places - Part 12 - Roose x Reader

"Good morning........." Both Roose and Ramsay looking up from their plates to see (Y/n) making her way into the hall. Roose's brows furrowing and Ramsay's eyes widening, as the lady produced a rose from behind her back; bringing it up to her nose and smelling it, as she made her way over to her husband. Leaning over the back of Roose's chair and kissing him on the cheek, before smiling at Ramsay then taking a seat next to the older Bolton.

"Where did you get that.........?" Roose enquired, as (Y/n) lay the blood red bloom on the table in front of her.

(Y/n) had not been in the bed when he had woken; after making love atop his desk, Roose had carried her to their now shared bedroom. The two continuing where they had finished off; (Y/n) making Roose feel like a young man again, as she writhed beneath him, begging him to take her. Making him feel as virile as he had done in his youth, as she sat atop him; the Lord of the Dreadfort gripping to her waist and smiling as she moved up and down on him. The sight of her fucking his cock, of it disappearing into her over and over again making him quickly cum inside her. Her body milking him for all his seed as her womanhood tightened around him, and then fluttered with her own orgasm. Roose pulling her to him, as she had fallen to his side; her fingers drawing patterns on his chest, as they had both done their best to catch their breath. So, when he had woken, Roose had hoped that there could be more. That he could start his day with his wonderful young bride, pleasuring him with her pretty mouth. That he could watch as he pushed his cock passed her full lips and moan as the tip hit the back of her throat; his hands gripping into her long hair and forcing himself just a little deeper, smiling as she gagged on him. But she had not been there, and given that the linens were cold, it was obvious that she hadn't been next to him for some time. And now, here she was, with a broad smile on her face and carrying a red rose. Roose surprising himself with how jealous he suddenly felt; swearing to the gods, old and new, that he would torture any man that so much as looked at her sideways. That he would slowly and painfully kill any that got too close to the woman that was sat by him. And if he discovered that another man had given her that rose.........

"I found it........." (Y/n) replied innocently, as she let her eyes briefly look at Ramsay, who sat across the table from her.

"I went for a walk around the fort this morning. I didn't want to disturb your sleep after I had kept you up most of the night; and I found it, just lying on the floor. It is surprising what you can find when you least expect it........." The new Lady Bolton continued with a soft chuckle. Before leaning in and kissing Roose on the cheek; thanking a servant who had just placed a plate of meat before her.

She knew that she was lying about the rose, that it was in fact one of the flowers that Ramsay had left for her; that it was one of the blooms that he had used to draw her into that room. But Roose didn't need to know that, well, not at that moment; yet Ramsay needed to know that she was more than prepared to see through with her threats if he should step over the line, again. That she would spin this moment in her favour and tell Roose that Ramsay had not only attempted to defile her but had also threatened her; and that she was scarred not to carry one of the flowers that he had given her. But the part about her going for a walk, was true. She had woken early that morning, feeling a sudden sickness take over her; (Y/n) turning to her husband to see that he was still sleeping, and not wishing to wake him from his slumbers, she had risen from the bed, dressed herself and gone exploring; hoping that the morning air would settle her stomach. The lady not realising that she had been gone so long, until she had made her way back to the bedroom and found that Roose was no longer there.

"My dear........?" Roose asked, as his bride suddenly seemed to turn pale. The smell from the warm meats on her plate, suddenly making (Y/n) feel horribly nauseous again. Her hand quickly reaching out for a cup of water and sipping on the cold liquid.

"What is it.........?" Roose continued, as he took both of (Y/n)'s hands in his. His concern growing as a light sheen of sweat came to his wife's brow.

"It......it is nothing. I.......I just feel a little sick, that is all. That was why I was not in bed, I woke and felt sick. I thought a walk would make me feel better; but.........it is worse now. The smell........the smell of the food.........." (Y/n) tried to explain, now also feeling lightheaded. The lady doing her best to give her husband a reassuring smile, yet before she could, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she fell from her chair to the floor. Roose quickly jumping to his and picking her up.

"Go and get Maester Wolkan......bring him to our room........" Roose ordered, as he turned her attention to the servants. Even Ramsay finding himself quickly getting to his feet at the sound of his father's tone.

"Well.......? GO!" Roose this time shouted. The servants running off to find the maestre, as the lord carried his unconscious wife out of the hall, and back to their rooms.