The Beauty and the Bastard

"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?

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.

"So sorry Walda!" He quickly apologised for the first time in his life.

"Oh, that's alright Ramsay dear" She smiled back. She always smiled, she never seemed to be unhappy and yet Ramsay could never quite work out why that was the case, but he didn't have time to deliberate on his step mother's happiness right now, his eyes were drawn back towards the beautiful maiden who had now dismounted her horse.

Roose stepped forward and the young lady seemed to glare at him for a moment before she nervously adjusted her hands. Petyr Baelish nudged her forward with his arm.

"Lady Sansa…Welcome" Roose greeted, the introduction confirming Ramsay's wild suspicions. This girl, this marvel of a woman was to be his wife! And he could not hide the smug grin that spread across his face even if all the Gods had willed him to do so. Yet the Lady did not respond to his father, instead it looked as though she would rip his throat out there and then. After what seemed like an eternity, she smiled and curtsied to Roose.

"Lord Bolton" she smiled. Even the sound of her voice transported Ramsay to places he had never been before.

"May I introduce my son" Roose replied as he moved away and Ramsay realised he had but a moment to regain his composure before coming face to face with this woman. His Father stepped to the side, and there was nothing but the cold northern air between them. "Ramsay Bolton" Roose finished.

Ramsay had just enough time to compose a smile as he removed his gloves, exposing himself to her and the harsh elements she had been accustomed to all of her life. Sansa graced Ramsay with a sweet smile, much kinder than the one she had offered his father. Ramsay took this as a good sign.

"It is an honour to meet you" He announced, never taking his eyes from hers, he carefully took her hand in his and placed his lips to the back of her hand. Her skin was icy cold but it contrasted a great deal with his now sweaty skin. How smooth her hands were, it was like touching silk. Nothing like Myranda's, which were hard as she was used to rough work. Sansa retained her smile, as did he, both unaware of the three pairs of eyes belonging to his bed warmers now burning them with their intensely jealous glare.

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Sansa gazed out of her window at the scenery and a small smile spread across her face. How she had missed Winterfell. She remembered to when she was younger, and how she would spend hours gazing out of the window at the people below, going about their lives as she watched them from above. This place was her home, but these people were not hers and she knew that she would have to tread carefully around them. 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. She had heard of how he enjoyed inflicting pain on his victims, his favourite method was flaying, something which had always terrified her. She couldn't even bear to imagine how excruciating the pain would be. Yet he didn't seem all that terrifying when she was introduced to him, his palms were sweaty and he seemed to be a little timid. But Sansa wasn't fooled, she had also heard about how he was a master manipulator, and so she would have to manipulate him if she had any chance of keeping her life. But she was scared, she had relied on Petyr Baelish for far too long and she was certain that he would soon abandon her. A knock on the old wooden door pulled her from her thoughts and she turned on her heels to face the door as it opened gently and the head of Ramsay Bolton appeared.

"Lady Sansa, may I come in?" He asked kindly. She nodded and he walked into the room, closing the door behind him. She quickly pulled her dress up higher in an effort to make herself more presentable, the dress that Petyr had dressed her in was far too low for her liking anyway and left little to the imagination. Ramsay noticed and a devilish smirk set across his face, he quickly composed himself when he saw that she did not look amused. "Are you settling in well?" Ramsay asked, one hand behind his back. Sansa noticed and eyed him suspiciously.

"Yes" She replied.

Ramsay looked around the room "My apologies about this room, my Lady. I know it is a bit small…But not to worry you won't be here long. Just until our wedding"

"This room was my sisters. The room may be small but I've always envied the view" Sansa replied.

"Ah yes, it is a lovely view"

Sansa smiled fakely at him. He wasn't here for small talk, and she wasn't particularly interested in a man who's father had murdered her family. She knew that she had promised Petyr that she would act amused, but the realisation that she was betrothed to a traitor made her boil with anger. And the smile that Ramsay had plastered on his face only made her more annoyed. Eventually, the hand behind his back came into view and she could see that he was holding a plate piled high with yellow round cakes.

"I've been told that lemon cakes are your favourite?" He asked. Sansa could feel her mouth watering, she couldn't even remember the last time she had eaten a lemon cake. As if on cue, Ramsay walked over and placed the plate on a small table near where she stood. Sansa stared at him. What if its poisoned? She thought. As though he had read her mind, he took one of the cakes and took a bite from it.

"Very good" He exclaimed. "Well…Go on" He motioned to the cakes with his eyes and Sansa obeyed him, quickly selecting one and taking a bite. He was right, they were good. It was delicious. "I can see why you like them so much. I'll have to have lemons shipped in more regularly"

Sansa was confused. He must have an ulterior motive. "Forgive me, my Lord. But did you come here to deliver cake? Or was there something else?" She asked.

He let out a small chuckle. "My Lady, you know me so well. In less than two days we will be husband and wife and forgive me but I thought that perhaps it would be beneficial to get to know each other better?" Sansa was shocked. She had not been prepared for this man. "For example, all I know about you is that you are a Stark, you like lemon cakes and you are without a doubt the most beautiful woman I have ever seen"

Sansa used all of her power to try not to roll her eyes at him. She had heard Robb and Theon utter the phrase 'You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen' countless times to their many many whores. If Ramsay Bolton thought that she would fall to his feet for that compliment, he would be sorely mistaken.

"And all I know about you is that you enjoy flaying people alive and that your father murdered my brother and mother" She snapped before realising what she had just said. Ramsay didn't seem angry though, instead he smirked at her.

"Fiery too. I like that" He took a step closer to her so that he was inch an inch from her face. "As correct as these facts may be, they are well known facts. I would like to know more interesting facts about you, Sansa Stark" He said, his tone changing from sweet to serious. He smiled at her again before extending his arm. "It's a beautiful afternoon. Not raining or sleeting for once…How about a stroll?"

Sansa looked at him for a moment, taking this opportunity to take his face in. she could not work out whether this man wanted to kill her or fuck her. He was being kind to her now, but so was Joffrey in the beginning and that terrified her. She would sooner die than go through that ordeal again! Yet she decided that in order for her to understand her future husband better, it was a benefit to play along with him, for now at least… and so she took his arm.

AN: So this wasn't as interesting a first chapter as I hoped it would be but I promise that the next one will be much more exciting! I really wanted to focus this chapter on laying the foundations for the characters as I've changed them slightly from the show. But please let me know your thoughts and the second chapter should be up today!