Ramsay's Lady (Ramsay x reader)

Let's Have Some Fun

One day. The news was one day late.

Ramsay had left yesterday, the same day as he received the letter, along with the majority of the remaining men. Y/n was left with only 30 guards and the servants. She knew she was going to be bored without Ramsay, but she also knew things would get more exciting when he returned.

She had woken up this morning feeling off. She didn't feel sick, but something seemed different. She had noticed, over the past couple of weeks, some changes. She was a lot more tired, and her breasts were more sore than usual, although she thought that was due to Ramsay's many love bites.

At breakfast, she recalled the events of the past weeks. Then it occurred to her. She hadn't had her monthly bleed since she got married.

She quickly finished eating before making her way to the maesters' office. Could she really be pregnant? She had heard stories of women who tried for years before falling with child. How had she been able to do it in the first month?

She knocked on the door.

It opened to reveal the skinny red-haired maester. He was startled to see the Lady of the Dreadfort knocking at his door. She hadn't talked to him since she arrived and he'd only seen her at the wedding and the rare times he had to deliver a letter during one of the meals. He had no need to talk to her, and Ramsay and Roose had both made it clear that they did not like being bothered unless it was important. Anyone who enjoyed being in the company of a Bolton would likely feel the same, so Y/n must have had a reason for showing up at his door.

"M' lady? What can I do for you?"

She smirked when she saw him tremble. "I need confirmation." She stepped into the room, waiting for him to shut the door and turn back around. "I think I may be pregnant." As she spoke, she walked around the room, looking at all the tools and bottles. "I missed my monthly bleed, I've been much more tired lately, and my breasts have been sore."

He gestured for her to take a seat on the table in the middle of the room while he grabbed some of his medical tools from the drawers around the room.

It didn't take long for him to determine her prediction was correct.

"You are correct, Lady Y/n." He began putting his tools away, letting the lady get up by herself. "You look to be at the beginning stages of pregnancy, a month gone perhaps."

Y/n smiled at the thought of a little child that looked like Ramsay. She knew it would happen one day, but the fact that it would be a reality less than a year after their marriage made her feel happier than she had ever been.

"W-would you like me t-to send a letter to Ramsay?" he stuttered. "-M' Lady?" he stammered quickly, afraid of being punished for forgetting to address her properly.

"Thank you, maester Tybald. Though I will write the letter myself."

The Ironborns eagerly accepted their offer and were set to bring Theon to the camp shortly. Ramsay stood watching Winterfell as he waited for the Ironborn to emerge. He was disappointed. He wanted a fight. Sure, he knew Y/n was right when she told him they would easily surrender, but he had hoped for some act of defiance – something to give him a reason to have some fun with the traitors.

"Ramsay," Locke said in greeting. "A rider from the Dreadfort."

Ramsay turned and, sure enough, there was a rider in the distance, carrying a flag with the flayed man – the Bolton sigil. He shook his head as he began walking through the camp toward the rider, wondering what could be so important, it warranted a trip across the north. Locke followed, eager to hear what the man had to say. They stopped at the edge of the camp.

"Ramsay Bolton," the rider greeted as he dismounted. "A letter from your wife."

Ramsay crinkled his eyes as he took the letter. "Seems the lady can't handle being away from you for so long." Locke laughed as he slapped his hand on Ramsay's shoulder.

Ramsay rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore his friend – for this time anyway. He quickly unrolled the letter and began reading his wife's words.

Hello, my Lord,

I hope you are well. I have some very exciting and important news to share with you. I wish you could have seen Maester Tybald's face when I went to see him. He went pale as the snow. But he is good for something, I suppose. He confirmed my suspicions. I'm sorry, I must admit I've been prolonging the news. I am with child, Ramsay. In a few months time, you and I shall have a child.

Are you happy? I truly hope you are.

I've been thinking, ever since we formed our plan. I don't think the Ironborn will leave the North. They will move somewhere else or return home only to come back even stronger. I want you to send a message to Balon. Show him the North will not be invaded.

Enjoy yourself, Ramsay.

I can't wait to see you. Be safe.

Lady Y/n

Ramsay smiled wickedly. His day was about to get a whole lot better.

"What is it?" Locke asked as he noticed the grin on Ramsay's face.

"Y/n's with child." He turned around, heading back to watch Winterfell. "And there's been a change of plan." He groaned as he realized the Ironborn still hadn't come out. He turned around, his eyes searching for something to help hurry them on. He spotted a horn on one of the nearby horses. Laughing to himself, he grabbed the horn. Locke smiled as he covered his ears.

Ramsay blew the horn. "Do you think they heard that?"

They watched the castle. "It seems not," Locke replied after a few moments of watching nothing happen.

Ramsay blew it again. Nothing. Again, but again nothing. He sighed before giving the horn four long blows. They watched.

A few seconds later, the gates opened and the twenty Ironborn walked out, Theon Greyjoy being carried by one of the bigger men. Ramsay smiled. "Perfect." He turned to Locke. It looked like Theon was unconscious from what they could see. "The Ironborn are not to leave."

Locke smirked at Ramsay. "I knew you'd change your mind."

It didn't take the Ironborn long to arrive at the camp. They threw Theon's limp body to the ground. "There," a tall skinny man said. He seemed to be in charge, giving how all the other men gathered around him. "We good?"

Ramsay nodded at some men who picked Theon up and tied him to one of the spare horses they had brought. "You've held up your end of the deal," Ramsay said, glancing behind the group of Ironborns to see his men had surrounded them. "Unfortunately, I've just been given some great news, and I'm in the mood to celebrate."

The Ironborn began glancing around, noticing they had no escape. A few whispered to the tall man, asking what they should do.

"Don't bother," Ramsay smirked. "There's no chance."

The Ironborn lunged forward, each hoping to find a way out. The Bolton men quickly disarmed them, avoiding killing them. They knew Ramsay's preferred method of killing, and they were not willing to take the place of one of the fallen.

Ramsay smirked at the twenty disarmed and bound men before clapping his hands together and smiling wickedly. "Let's have some fun!"