Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

In the strangest places - Part 13 - Roose x Ramsay x Reader

Roose paced impatiently outside his and (Y/n)'s shared room, as the round faced, white bearded Wolkan, examined his wife behind the closed door. A hundred thoughts going through his mind as to what could be wrong with (Y/n); that she had been hurt by someone and she had been too scared to tell him. That she had been poisoned; that...........

"My lord..........." The sound of Wolkan's voice stopping Roose from thinking about how he would murder anyone that may have hurt his wife. How he would display their broken and bent bodies from the highest part of the Dreadfort for all to see.

"What is it, Wolkan..........? Is she.............?"

"Lady Bolton is with child, my Lord. The sickness she is experiencing is because of the pregnancy, and the fainting.......I would like her to remain in bed for the next day or so that she can rest and..........."

"She is pregnant..........?"

"Yes, my Lord....... congratulations........" Wolkan continued. Bowing slightly, as Roose pushed his way passed him, and made his way into the room. The maids curtsying, before leaving the lord and lady to their moment. The head of House Bolton, looking to his bride that was now dressed in her nightgown and sat up in their bed. A broad smile making its way onto her face, as she looked to her husband.

"Roose......I.........." The lord quickly making his way over to the bed and laying his head on her stomach. Closing his eyes while (Y/n) brushed her fingers across his stubbled cheek.

Sometimes he could not understand himself where (Y/n) was concerned. He had never felt so weak, so needy, so soft with a woman before. Roose not used to the emotions, the feelings that his new wife could stir in him. The lord not normally one to show sentiment of any kind; yet here he was, a tear in his eyes as he lay with his head on (Y/n)'s belly. A belly that would soon swell with the child that was growing inside her. A child, that if it were to be a son, would be his new heir, a legitimate Bolton. Roose promising the gods that he would do anything, give anything as long as his wife and child remained safe. That they both survived the birth, and that this little one would be the first of many.

"I should not have been so rough with you last night. If I had known........forgive me.........."

"There is nothing to forgive, Roose. I wanted you, needed you; and you gave me just what I wanted. And I do not believe that our child minded; I already know that he is strong. He is a Bolton, after all, and he will take after his father......."

"He.........you believe it to be a boy.........?" Roose asked, as he slowly opened his eyes and looked up to see his wife smiling fondly at him.

"I do. But if it isn't; if it is instead a beautiful little girl, it just means that you and I will have to keep trying until we do have a boy. Won't we........" (Y/n) continued, as her hand slowly made its way from his cheek to his hair. Roose unable to stop himself from smiling back. The breath leaving him as he saw the look in his wife's eyes; a look that told him that this was not just a marriage of duty, of alliance, but of love......yes, there was no other way to explain how she was looking at him, other than she loved him. Roose realising at that moment that he loved her too; loved her more than he had loved anyone or anything. The realisation surprising him; but he had no desire to deny it. She was a new chance to have a real family. To see out his days with a beautiful woman by his side and children at his feet. The lord slowly sitting himself up, before leaning in, to kiss her.

"Maester Wolkan says that I have to stay in bed for the next day or so, so that he can check on me. He says that I need to rest; and given that I always rest better when you are with me, will you..........." Roose actually finding himself chuckling at his wife, as she pulled back the linens and looked at him with the most pleading expression. The lord slowly getting to his feet and removing his clothing until he stood in nothing but his breeches, before climbing into the bed next to (Y/n) and pulling her close. His hand resting gently on her belly.

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Ramsay sat alone, in the dark cool corridor. His eyes firmly set on the door before him. Pregnant.........the young woman; his father's new wife, was pregnant. Doing her duty to his father, their House and as a woman. Yet (Y/n) being pregnant meant that if it were a son, it would be a true legitimate child; not some bastard that Roose had chosen to legitimise for the sake of the House. It would mean that his position in the Dreadfort, would be even more precarious than it already was; and that the lady's threats to tell his father what he had tried to do, to have him tortured and executed if he were to step out of line ever again, were now much more real. And even if it wasn't a son, if it were a girl, Ramsay was sure that his father would make sure to keep filling her belly, until he got what he wanted. Not that Ramsay could blame him. If she had been his, he would have fucked her until they had had a small army of children. He would fuck her as much and as often as he desired; Ramsay aware of how much he still wanted her, still believed that (Y/n) should be with him, and not his father. But for now, he knew that there was nothing he could do; for even if he didn't have the exquisite lady's threat hanging over his head, his father would now watch her even more closely than he was before. But he would figure out a way to get what he wanted. One way or another (Y/n) would be his.