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Anyway, here is my take on Sansa and Petyr's claim on Winterfell, I hope you enjoy! xx
Chapter 1.
Sansa sat at the heavy wooden table in Winterfell's great hall, only, it was barely recognisable. No portraits hung against the stone walls, nor bowls bore any sign of fresh fruit. The candles were not lit and the windows were barred with frost-ridden lengths of timber. She sat in her place two seats down from the end of the great table, next to Lord Baelish. Across from her was Ramsay, ogling at her yet seeming not to care at all that everyone noticed. Sitting at the head of the table was Roose, Ramsay's now legitimate father. He always had the same look upon his face, a mixture of boredom and anger, though no-one could ever tell if he held any other emotion. It was quiet. In front of her lay a plate holding pork sausages, roast pumpkin and greens; Sansa couldn't think of anything more unappealing to eat. Lord Baelish was sitting close to her, his left thigh was settled closely into her right but from above the table, it was unnoticeable.
Heavily tense minutes went by in complete silence, except for the clinking of cutlery and the sound of eating, Ramsay in particular. Gods could that boy eat, Sansa was certain that he didn't even chew his food, only swallowed and continued consuming. She noticed out of the corner of her eye that Roose was watching her, and Petyr looked to be eating but she could tell that he was monitoring everything that was going on. She sat there sipping on spiced wine, and just as she began to relax, Roose spoke. "You need to eat child, going hungry will do you no good, unless you think your food isn't safe?" he gave her a questioning look. Sansa sat there for a few seconds, almost in shock.
But she was brought back to her senses when Petyr pushed his leg into hers. "Not at all Lord Bolton, I simply do not feel very well, it was a long ride to get here and I never do quite well on journeys. I hope you take no offence." She said in a polite voice. "None at all, Lady Sansa. Perhaps it would be best if Ramsay escorted you to your room so you could retire early for the night." Roose said as he hinted to his son. Ramsay almost dropped the food in his hand when he realised he would be alone with his betrothed. Sansa gave a smile "How kind, I would be most grateful." Ramsay stood abruptly and walked around to where Sansa sat and held out his hand for her. Sansa was impressed. At least he knew basic courtesies of a Lord.
She gave a shy smile, but only for show, as she stood and placed her hand in his. Petyr spoke up for the first time during dinner. "I hope you get settled in well my dear, I will come and bring you some food later incase your appetite has returned." This time Sansa gave a genuine smile. "Thank you Lord Baelish" he gave a small smirk, and she turned around to walk with Ramsay. He placed one hand possessively around her waist, while using the other hand to guide her. Petyr watched them still, the smirk on his face completely gone, as he noticed how enthusiastic Ramsay was to be close to his sweetling.
Sansa walked slowly, trying to hear what was spoken behind them. The last thing she heard was Roose's deep voice, "Now, we can talk about the necessities. What do you think should be doneā¦" but his voice trailed off as she walked further away. Now she was truly alone with Ramsay. She looked at him, and couldn't notice how happy he was, amongst the nastiness, it felt nice that she could make a man feel that way, even when he didn't know her personality. But it was ruined when she remembered what his father did to her family. Her mother and brother. Ramsay was holding her firmly, it was beginning to hurt, and Sansa was sure it would leave a mark. He smelled bad, thats all she could point out. His odour was a mix of sweat, blood and food. It made Sansa almost choke.
She began to listen to what he was saying, it may warrant a reply. "We decided to give you your old room for the time until we are married, then you will sleep in my chambers, which was your parents former bedroom. How does that sound?" He looked at her. Sansa blushed, an art which was easy to fake, and made men feel strong. "I am touched you would think to give me my room for a time, but I cannot wait until we share a chamber. You truly are a good man." Sansa slapped herself on the inside. Maybe that went a bit too far. He might start to get hopeful. She noticed the smug look upon his face when she said that; it didn't suit him, made Ramsay even more unappealing than before.
They reached the door that was once her room, but it didn't feel like it at all. The doors were darker, and no torches were lit. It was horrible. What have they done to my home, she thought. Emotions hit her like a tonne of bricks, and she was so close to breaking, but was pulled back to the moment just in time by her fiance. Seven Hells, that made her sick to even think about. "Here we are my dear, your room. I hope you sleep well, our wedding will be soon if I get my way." He smiled, like it was a good thing. Sansa smiled a sickly sweet grin, and said "Thank you my lord, I hope I can please you as you have me." She had a tone that resembled fear, it wasn't an act, but it fit with the moment. Ramsay noticed and stepped a foot closer and took her face in his hands. It was his attempt to sooth her. His fingers were calloused, and not at all soft like Petyr's. Gods! Why was she thinking of Lord Baelish now.
Ramsay's voice softened as he talked to her. "Shhh, no, you will always please me, dear Sansa, and please, call me Ramsay." His face was right in front of hers, and his breath was horrid. The hands that were supposed to comfort were hurting her. His right hand snaked around the back of her neck, as he leaned in and kissed her roughly. Sansa stood there in shock, but then remembered who she was, and the game she was playing. It was disgusting, but Sansa kissed him back. When she did, his hand tightened, and he was beginning to choke her. It was painful, but Sansa could still breath, so she stuck through. She placed her hands on his chest, as Ramsay pulled her against him. She could feel his hardness pressing into her stomach, making her heave.
After what seemed like an eternity, he withdrew. Sansa sighed in relief, but luckily he assumed it was pleasure. He smiled, and Sansa just stood there. Ramsay stood back and picked up her hand, placing a wet kiss on it. "Until we next see each other, sleep well" he said. And he turned around, and walked away. Sansa opened the door to her bedroom, and hurriedly walked inside. She turned around and bolted the heavy doors. When she knew she was alone, Sansa let out a cry. Her hands flew around to her neck to massage the deep pain that was present, and began taking deep breaths, trying to regain the air she lost while being strangled. But the air wouldn't come, she began to panic. Sansa walked towards her chamber pot and leant over it. Spilling the contents of her stomach, which she was grateful was only wine. When everything was gone, she sat back and leaned against the wall. Sansa has another Joffrey.
