Wolfsblood - A Story About Sansay

Arrival

Sansa POV

Night had already begun to fall when we arrived at Winterfell. It had been years since I had last been there and was just longing to set foot on the ground that I was now able to call home again. The horseride had been long and my body was just longing for a nice hot bath and a comfy bed to sleep in. Peter Balish was riding right beside her. I looked up at his face trying to sense what he was feeling.  His face was just a blank canvas, his eyes focused only on the gate ahead. What was he feeling? When he had come to me only a week ago, telling me that I was going to marry Ramsay of house Bolton, the son of the man who had aided in slaughtering her mother and brother, I could see sadness in his eyes. He had told me that it was for my saftey, that once I carried the Bolton name I wouldn't be in danger anymore (lol). I knew that he loved me but I knew that you always had to be careful with Peter. He could be the kindest Person in one moment but in the next stab you in the back if there was something to gain. So as we were approaching the gates of Winterfell I couldn't help but wonder, if this deal had only been made in my best interest.

As tee rode through the gates my heart was pounding like mad. Although I should feel safe in these walls a sense of uneasiness was creeping over me. I felt as if something was periling towards me with such speed and force that I wouldn't be able to stop it. And that's when I saw him. He was shorter than his father but was standing in the same manner as only a Lord could and would. Who did he think he was? He was no noble man, the only thing that seperated him from a common bastard was a piece of paper. But his demeaner told me that he didn't care he new who and what he was and that was the future Lord Bolton and Warden of the North. As I stepped down from my horse Peter guided me towards the two men. Roose Bolton had a cold but somewhat kind expression on his face. Ramsay on the other hand was grinning like a fool. I curtsied infront of Lord Bolton and adressed him in the right manner. When it was time to greet Ramsay I couldn't help but sense that something wasn't quite right with this man. There was something behind his eyes that made me feel...afraid. He bowed down to kiss my hand and a shudder ran down my back. With Roose it had only been disgust but with Ramsay it was something else. I couldn't deny that Ramsay was very attractive. He had broad muscular shoulders, dark brown curly hair and the most piercing blue eyes I had ever seen.
"We are very happy to have you here at Winterfell, my Lady" Lord Bolton said starting to walk us to the entrance. "You must be tired from your long journey. Your hand maidens have already prepared a bath for you. Once your done you can meet us in the great hall for dinner." I thanked him. Some time alone sounded great. As we stepped through the broad oak doors into my childhood home I instantly felt a sense of belonging but there was something else to. The feeling from before washed over me again. It was dread. In that moment I knew that my life as it had been was over.