"Welcome!" Roose Bolton's voice boomed in the great hall of Winterfell, greeting his guests Petyr Baelish and Sansa Stark. The two groups approached each other, Petyr and Roose shaking hands. "This is my son, Ramsay Bolton."
"Ramsay," Petyr nodded his head. "This is Sansa Stark," Petyr said as he shook hands with the Bolton boy and gestured towards the young woman to his left. Ramsay nodded as they shook hands and turned his attention to the Lady.
"Lady Sansa," the dark haired Bolton said with a large grin. He tilted his head down giving a polite nod of acknowledgement to her. She gave a very slight smile and bent in a polite curtsy towards the strange men who had taken over her home.
"Yes, welcome home, Lady Sansa," Roose's voice rang out. "We're glad we could save it from the horrible fate that that Theon Greyjoy boy had in store for it. Come, let's begin the feast!" They all followed Roose to the large dining tables filling the hall and took their seats. Roose and his wife, Walda, sat at the heads of the table with Ramsay to Roose's left. Sansa sat opposite Ramsay with Petyr to her right. Men of the Vale and men of Winterfell filled the rest of the great hall's tables, ready for drinking and food. With a clap of Lord Bolton's hands the great hall burst to life with music and servants bringing out a continuous flow of food and wine.
"How was the journey?" Ramsay inquired sweetly, only his father suspicious of his son's attitude.
"Oh it could have been much worse...and much better... We're here now, so let's not dwell on unpleasantness. We're going to celebrate the union of these two youths!" Petyr cheerfully responded.
Ramsay flashed a smile at Sansa, who had hardly changed her blank facial expression since they arrived. She was eating very little, but drinking quite a lot, Ramsay noticed. Maybe she won't be so bad after all, he smirked to himself.
"Yes, I am quite looking forward to our marriage, Lady Sansa. You are even more beautiful than they say." They locked eye contact for a moment before she darted her eyes down to her food and gave a small smile in response.
Sansa was furious at her situation, being passed around from one person to the next, but she had to admit she was a little happy to be home…even if it's not really home anymore. She also could not deny that her betrothed was quite attractive, his muscular body fit very well with his strong facial features. She admired his jawline and dark curly hair. Snap out of it Sansa, he has a horrible reputation. You must be strong, she thought to herself.
"Yes, when exactly are we to be wed, Lord Bolton?" Sansa asked, hoping to seem polite and innocent.
"Tomorrow afternoon we will have the ceremony and full celebrations so that your uncle may return to his home quickly. We are very much looking forward to all that this marriage brings," Roose raised his goblet and they all mirrored.
Ramsay noticed a shadow coming from a hallway and knew it was Reek's trembling body. "Lady Sansa, I have a sort of surprise for you… I don't want you to be startled, no harm will come to you," Ramsay clapped his hands and Reek appeared before the table.
Sansa's heart dropped. Theon. You evil, evil person. How could you?! Reek was shaking and on the verge of tears, his eyes sunken in and his body thin.
"Lady Sansa, this is who you may have known as Theon Greyjoy, the boy who betrayed your family. Well, I want you to know that he is not Theon anymore- no, he is called Reek, and he is a lowly servant here with no hope of ever gaining power again. After we took the castle back from the Iron Born I...made sure he was very dutifully punished and ...reprimanded for his actions."
It took everything inside of Reek to not drop to her feet and cry. "Reek, is there anything you want to say your childhood friend that you betrayed?"
"I-I-I-I'm so, so s-s-orry, Lady Sansa. I w-w-wish I could take it all b-back," he practically sobbed, the words barely coming out. Sansa was shocked. She hated Theon for what he did to her family, but Ramsay was right, this was not Theon.. This Reek creature was broken and miserable. Looks like he got what was coming to him.. she angrily thought to herself.
"Well, now that we've gotten that out of the way..! That is all, Reek. You may go," Ramsay said coolly, looking to Sansa for her reaction. She seemed to give none, but Ramsay could have sworn she had the slightest smile on her face. How odd… he thought.
After the feast was over they all agreed to retire to their chambers. "Ramsay, why don't you help Lady Sansa to her old chambers and make sure she has everything she needs," Roose gave his son a pat on the back and whispered "Play nice."
Ramsay motioned to the corridor and the two of them went off. Sansa was a little tipsy from all the wine she drank, so when she stumbled Ramsay caught her by her arm. He didn't expect that reaction from himself, he normally disregarded the well being of all others, no matter the situation. Sansa was also surprised that he helped her, her face blushing a little- just from the drinking…she hoped.
"Thank you," she, ever so slightly, slurred the phrase. They locked eyes and she felt a jolt of electricity run through her body. She noticed the bright blue of his eyes and couldn't help her reaction. His dark eyelashes swooped as he blinked, and he smiled a genuinely gentle smile at her. He couldn't remember the last time he had naturally smiled at someone like that, most times it was out of crazed delight at one horrible thing or another.
They arrived at Sansa's room, Ramsay still steadying her as he pushed open the door. Servants had been in there getting the room ready during the feast, so there were candles lit, fresh sheets on the bed, and a hot bath drawn.
Sansa, still slightly inebriated, craved the bath tub and being submerged in hot water, so she started to take off her outer garments. "I thought you were supposed to be really mean and scary, Ram-say Bol-ton," she articulated his name, trying (and failing) to make it seem she was more in control of herself than she was.
If this were any other person he would probably have fucked her right where she stood. Her long, fiery hair was flowing down her back now that she had freed it from her braid, and she was only in a single layer of garments. Ramsay noticed the cloth clinging to her curves beautifully. He could feel his dick growing harder, his eyes fixated on her as if she were prey. "And I thought you were supposed to be a girl. But here you are, a woman," he retorted, eyes never leaving her radiant body.
Sansa blushed, this time it definitely wasn't just from the alcohol. She turned to look at this man directly. Maybe this marriage won't be such a bad thing, she thought to herself. So far he's been nothing but gentlemanly towards me. I wonder if he's always a gentleman...even in bed… I wonder what he looks like naked , drunk Sansa couldn't help but think to herself. She had been through so much in her life, she deserved to be free and have fun. She was alive, and drunk, and about to marry a very attractive man who seemed to be nice, to her at least, and he was standing right in front of her looking at her as though she was his most prized possession.
And that's exactly how he thought of her. He knew she was going to be his tomorrow, and forever after, and the realization of that snapped something inside of him. She was his and he would do everything he could to please her. He had always been obsessed with his possessions, and now that he was a bastard no more, he wanted to claim anything and everything that he could. He was a Lord in his own right and he wanted her to be his Lady. This newfound obsession with Sansa hit him suddenly and he became overwhelmed with desire for her. To possess her in every way possible.
"Would you like me to help you with your bath, Lady Sansa?" he said in a low, slow voice. The way he said her name made small shivers go down her spine and her nipples became erect. Ramsay could see her nipples popping out from under her garment and he smiled at the reaction he had caused. You will be mine , my Lady, and I will be yours.
"Yes, my Lord... but I think it would probably be best if you took off your shirts, so you don't get your sleeves wet.." she responded, testing his reaction, a shy smile on her face as she averted his eyes.
He slowly pulled his shirts off of his body, revealing his toned torso and dark happy trail. Sansa could feel her body react to seeing his figure. For the first time in a long time she felt herself become wet with anticipation.
He walked over to the red haired beauty and took her smooth, warm face in his hand. He felt his heart skip a beat at the contact of their skin. He slid his hand behind her head and moved her hair out of the way. She turned so that her back was facing him and he began to slowly untie her garments. The garments slid to the floor, revealing her naked body to her fiance.
Ramsay couldn't help but look down at her round cheeks and he shuddered at the thought of her front side, taking in a deep breath. She got into the tub, which stimulated her whole body. The warmth shocked her system a little and she sobered up quite quickly when she came to the realization that she was naked... in a tub... with a shirtless man beside her. Her skin glowed from slight embarrassment, and also the thrill of it all.
Ramsay contemplated getting naked and joining her in the tub, but knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself from fucking her if he did that. He wanted to save intercourse for their wedding night- he didn't want to risk Baelish sending her away from him. So, Ramsay sat next to the tub and picked up a dampened cloth. He gently scrubbed her arms, took her hand in his, and brought it to his lips where he placed a gentle kiss.
His calm nature and restraint was a surprise to both of them. He didn't fully understand what was happening to him, as he had always been a rash and erratic person. All he knew was he wanted to cherish the beautiful creature before him. He supposed his ultimate desire for power overruled his lust. He planted a trail of light kisses up her arm. He noticed her chest rising and falling with each breath, and when he kissed her shoulder he noticed the big inhale that followed. Her nipples poked out of the water at the crest of each breath she took.
Sansa's whole body was humming from the electricity of his touch. The feeling of his mouth on her body was overwhelming. This was the most erotic moment of her life, so far, and she loved this.
Ramsay moved so that he was behind her still sitting outside of the tub, and reached down her front side with the cloth in his left hand while his right hand was bare against her skin. He gently moved downwards so that his face was next to hers, their cheeks brushing, and his hands were over her breasts. This sent a spark through Sansa's whole body. She had never felt anything more intensely before in her life. The feeling of the cloth rubbing against her left nipple and his fingers and palm on her right made her cunt react in a way she had never experienced before. She inhaled sharply and her eyes fluttered shut.
Ramsay kissed her cheek and then moved and kissed her neck, sucking a little, sending shivers through her upper body. "Are you as excited about our marriage as I am, Lady Sansa?" he whispered to his betrothed as he sent another wave of electricity through her body by pinching her nipples lightly.
"Mmmh yess," Sansa moaned. She craved more of his touch so she sat up, turned to face him and they both stood up. He looked at his future wife standing, glistening and naked before him, and a lust filled growl escaped him. He picked her up and placed her on the bed in a fluid motion, her breasts bouncing in the process. He stood off to the side trying to compose himself. We will wait for our wedding night, he reprimanded himself.
"I'm afraid this is where I must leave you, Lady Sansa…for now," Ramsay said in a husky voice, "I want to make sure we do this right. That's what you deserve." He knew how to play her. And with that, he left her room and went to the dungeons to get out his tension and frustration by torturing prisoners.
He was confused about his emotions towards Sansa…it was more than possession or lust, he had felt those things for others before and had no problem being rough, rude, and sadistic towards them.. and everyone else in the world.
Sansa was shocked that he left her like that. She couldn't tell if she should be pleased because he seemed to be a true gentleman, or upset because he wouldn't have her. All she knew was she was actually looking forward to her wedding night, for once…