"She'd heard stories in King's Landing about Roose Bolton's bastard. Each sent a shiver down her spine, and now she was off to marry one of the most feared men in Westeros" What if instead of abusing Sansa, Ramsay actually wanted to help her? What i...
"She'd heard stories in King's Landing about Roose Bolton's bastard. Each sent a shiver down her spine, and now she was off to marry one of the most feared men in Westeros"-What if instead of abusing Sansa, Ramsay actually wanted to help her? What if Sansa used him to her advantage?
AUTHORS NOTE: As this is a Game of Thrones story please do expect character deaths, sex and of course because this is a story about Ramsay Bolton so expect strong violence.
As always, the characters created in George Martin's Game of Thrones universe and the television show are not mine, this is simply a story I have created myself because I feel that the Ramsay/Sansa pairing had potential... You know until he raped her...
Enjoy! As always, please leave any feedback in reviews and please try to be kind as I have never written for GOT before.
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Ramsay had been told by his father that he would marry Sansa Stark, the oldest heir to Winterfell now that her older brother had been killed and her two younger brothers were nowhere to be found. He had heard that the Stark girl had been promised to the now deceased Joffrey Baratheon and then married off to his dwarf uncle. She's no doubt hideous Ramsay thought, if even an imp cannot keep her then she must be a retched sight! Upon hearing the news of his betrothal, his mind had turned to his lover Myranda, what a fine woman she was. Fiery, brave, fearless. Ramsay thought about how her blood would boil when he told her she would have to share him with a Lady. Ramsay let out a chuckle to himself. She might even murder the girl herself and save him the trouble years down the line. Still, Sansa was a Stark girl, and he would have to show her some sort of respect. At least until they were married. He shuddered at the thought of being married to another Walda Frey type of woman, it was a wonder she hadn't crushed his Father yet.
As the community lined up inside the gates of Winterfell, Ramsay shifted his gaze from the tall wooden gates to Myranda, how fun she was. She noticed his smirk and smirked back at him, completely unaware of his betrothal.
"Open the gates!" One of his Father's men shouted and Ramsay's eyes darted back to the now opening gate. He even took a step closer to his Father and closed his eyes as he prepared himself for his first glance at the beast that was Sansa Stark. When he forced himself to re-open his eyes he noticed a dazzling white horse that screamed royalty, but his eyes were not directed at the horse for long, for the female riding it was much more striking.
A young lady, no older than 19 perched atop the horse. She wore all black to match her hair and her skin was so pale it matched the freshly fallen snow. She looked terrified, as though she was headed towards her execution. This can't be her. Ramsay thought. This girl was the most beautiful creature he'd ever laid his eyes on. No, this couldn't be her. Sansa Stark was a retched maimed whore that no one would bother to look twice at. And besides, Sansa Stark had red hair, this fraud had black. There must have been some mistake at King's Landing, he'd heard about how stupid they were there. But still, he couldn't take his eyes off of her which made him forget his surroundings, and as he edged away from his Father's shadow he bumped into his new Step mother, Fat Walda.
