Age of Terror The Red Queen of Kingslanding Ch 2
Again these type of fic's feature of villain protagonist not a hero like Dawn of Heroes, which means Dark theme and Gory details, this includes rape, torture and acts of Evil.
You have been WARNED!
Story was Heavily Inspired by the Art Work on Deviant Art called Fem!Ramsay Bolton by turtleduckdraws.
I hope to use the artwork that inspired this as cover art for the fic.Warning, fic contains dark and gory Theme, scenes of violent and psychopathic behaviour, torture and sexual scenes.
Yandere OC x Jon snow.
Snow.
That was all I ever knew, all that I ever was and will be until my final days.
I was a child born of the illegitimate union between a man and a woman, namely a lord and peasant bitch like my twin Brother Ramsay.
We are the bastard Children of Lord Roose Bolton, lord of the Great house of Bolton and direct descendants of the Red Kings.
Me and my brother were made during the First night. An ancient and outlawed practice of the North where a lord take's to bed a newlywed woman on her first night, it is one of the few practice's that my highborn side of the family practiced in secret after the stark kings defeated the Red kings and house Bolton bent the knee, hundred's years before Aegon conquest.
I was the second Child born of the first Night rite, a Bastard by the name of Elizabeth Snow, Naturally a Lord father of the North is meant to care and shelter their bastards, to make amends for breaking their sacred vow's to their wives' and to the gods. But my father was never married, and any legitimate child he sired never lived that long along with his wives.
And so I lived at the dread fort with my older brother Ramsey Snow, we grew up in a harsh environment unlike the other bastards and highborns we sometimes hear about like Jon Snow, the bastard child of our house's rival the Starks.
We were taught the cruelty and reality of man, shown how to inflict pain such was our way for our knives' are sharp. Taught what lay's under the skin, taught it's secret's, it's pains and pleasure's, taught the ancient method of Flaying.
But what we were never taught was compassion for it was the one emotion that was weakness, and weakness's need to be snuffed out.
Love, kindness, honour and forgiveness we grew up never knowing, only to hate and see as useless feeling.
But I soon fell to one of these emotions one fateful name day when me and my brother visited the Stark's for the Name day celebration of the eldest daughter, being Bastards we stayed out of sight and never interacted with the other lords so we don't embarrass the family.
During the celebration I left the inside and made my way towards the court yard to find something to entertain myself when I heard the familiar sound of sword's against wooden post's, my curiosity got the better of me and I followed the source of the sound until I came upon the site of a boy, no older then I bashing his steel against the post.
I know not what I felt when I looked at him, felt my stomach twist in knots, my heart pound in my ears and my knee's felt so weak that I thought I was going to collapse.
I quickly took cover behind some hay when he turned around, I panted as my lungs felt like a fist was squeezing them, peering from my cover I saw him attacking the post again. I was amazed that a simple boy could make me feel so weak, so vulnerable and I hated it, I hated him for making me feel helpless yet the more I hated him the less I did as something else took it's place that I couldn't describe.
I spent the celebration day watching him until eventually our house had to leave, I inquired to father on who the boy in the courtyard was, when he look at who I was talking about he answered in an instant.
"Jon Snow" I was frozen by realisation, the bastard son of our rival house was the one who made me feel so weak; from that day forth his name and face never left my mind, as the years pass I soon began to understand what I was feeling.
Love.
The degusting emotion that I was taught to hate and view as weakness because many have fallen to it, like me.
It drove me to work harder to extinguish such a useless thing yet at the same time it fuels my ambitions to become great, to become a Bolton like my older twin desires.
And so I train, so that one day I will end it all, I trained with swords, bows, politics and warfare all in a bid to have what I desire.
-10 years later-
In those 10 years, as winters and summers past my ambitions for Jon snow changed, I did not want him dead but to have him instead.
Men like woman with long hair so I grew it, until my dark hair reached my upper shoulders, a fit strong body, so I trained until I had the physic of strong noble lady.
I am 10 and 8 (18 Years) and counting, today was a big day for the North, namely the Starks, His royalty King Robert, also known as the usurper, was on his way to the north with the Royal family.
My family was to ride to Winterfell like the other northern lords to greet the Royal family, and today was my day to shine.
I stood in front of my mirror, dressed in regular northern clothes', a leather dressed that hugged my figure with grey sleeves, the upside down flayed man was displayed on my chest, my hair was neatly combed to the back of my ears where it fell in place around my shoulders and upper back, my blue eye's stared back at me from my sharp facial features.
"Elizabeth" a familiar voice called out before through the door to my chambers came my twin Ramsary, deck out in his own clothe for the occasion.
"There is my lovely sister" a smile cross my features as I turned around to see my brother.
"Brother! I see that you are dressed for the event"
"indeed I am, but unfortunately father is not going" it was surprising to say the least, for our father to not see the king much less attend is completely unheard off as every other lord is doing it.
"Did he say why?" I inquired but my sibling simple shrugged his shoulder, "I take it your still going?".
"But of course, who wouldn't have me at a party" just about every sane person there was but I wouldn't say it.
"Well we best not keep our admire's waiting then" I left the room with my brother in tow before riding with an envoy of Bolton men towards winter fell.
-3 day's later-
We arrived before the royal escort, riding in we were greeted by stark house all lined up before trotting in the court yard where the family were currently waiting.
It was funny to see the anticipating and wondering looks die down when they saw us, "Well, isn't this such a wonderful welcome party?" I said from atop my horse as we stood before the starks.
"Indeed it is, dear sister" Ramsay joined in "I can already feel the love from our gracious host" a few of our men chuckled quietly before growing silent.
"What are you doing here?" Lord stark asked, walking out from the row of his family.
"Our Lord father couldn't unfortunately make it, so we're here to represent our house" I explained, my eye's washing over the many faces who stared at us "and I must say, I'm quite honoured that your all here to welcome us." My brother and the men smirked at my quip and the looks on the starks faces..
"The welcome is not for you" a young man who bared Eddard starks resemblance spoke out, if I had to guess this was his eldest son Robb, while handsome he wasn't what I was looking for.
"But we are representatives of our house" my brother rebuked "surely you wouldn't turn away those who also come to welcome the Royal family much less your vassel lords" Robb stark looked like he swallowed a lemon for he narrowed his eye's at us.
"as much fun as it is trading words with you, we have a family to welcome" we got off our horse's and took our positions with the rest of the waiting group and just on time as the Baratheon family came followed by some Lannister soldiers and kingsgaurd.
A man in dark armour with a dog helmet rode in 'the Hound' I mentally noted, an infamous warrior who was badly burned by his brother the mountain at a young age.
Following not far behind with golden hair was what I guess the prince, displaying an air of arrogance and Pride, an easy target for someone who could appeal their pride and power.
A large fat, and by fat I mean fat man rode in on a large horse, all kneeled before his presence including us when we figured out who he was, the fearsome war king Robert Baratheon stomped his way through the courtyard and up to the starks where he motioned for Lord stark to stand and spoke the words any friend would say to another.
"you've gotten fat" silence was all there was when Robert said that Stark, I raised my eyebrow at him wonder if that truly is the fear war monger we are forced to bow to, the two broke in a fit of laughter before embracing each other like old friends.
As the king went on with the introduction of the entire Stark family I took into detail the rest of gathering groups.
Dressed rich clothes and furs was a golden haired woman who walked out of her secured iron carriage 'The Queen' it wasn't hard to identify her, even a halfwit could see who and what she was.
Next in kings guard armour which was gilded steel but looked like gold with the crown embedded in the chest was a man with golden hair and looked almost like the queen, this man was ser Jamie Lannister, The Kingslayer, a member of the kingsgaurd during The mad king's reign and during the sacking of kingslanding he stab his king in the back with a sword.
Everyone except for the King and Lord stark went into the castle for the royal feast, the hall was all done up as best as it can in Northern style, Long wooden table's filled with cooked foods like boars and dear's along with wine's.
The feasting continued on into the night, everyone getting drunk on wine like the king who couldn't keep his hands to himself.
My brother did his own thing with the others, making impressions while I stayed in the shadow's, not getting my self-involved in their drunken and only making appearance's when it was needed, in truth I wasn't here just for the family, I was here for someone else who wasn't at the feast after I searched it from top to bottom.
I went out to search for him and low and behold there he was striking the post like the first time I saw him, the years have been kind to him as he looked more like a Stark minus the shaved face, his dark hair short and wavy.
I was overcome by that breath taking feeling but managed to control myself before I strode forward, the plan I had been making all these years appeared in my head, the words and actions I would take for every situation, I was so caught up in my remising that I barely noticed that I was already behind him.
A smile graced my face while my hand slowly inched closer to him, my heart pounded louder as the seconds when by before I tap his shoulder earning his attention, as he turned to face me I couldn't help but blush as he stared at him with those dark eye's.
"Oh, I'm sorry my lady" he called me my lady, I nearly fainted as I felt my heart skip a few beat's "I didn't see you there".
"It's alright" I spoke the words as gently as I can "but you need not called my lady, if you want call me by my name".
"what is your name?"
"Elizabeth, Elizabeth Snow" I watch as the gears In his head turned before he realised who and what I was.
"a Thousand pardons my lady for not recognising you" he Bowed Just like how the Starks raise their pups, humble, it was all so sickeningly sweet how honourable they are, even to their enemies.
I chuckled at this chivalrous display in a lady like manner "it's alright you wouldn't know me because this is our first meeting" as he got up he gave me questionable look "you see" I started walking closer up to him forcing him to walk back "I've admired you from a far" his back hit the post letting me corner him.
I stood close to him on my tip toes, my hands folded together behind my back, our nose's touched as my blue eye's stared deeply into his dark orbs, "m-my lady" he stuttered, redness gathering in his cheeks, before I could inch any closer to seal my lips with his a clapping sound caught our attention.
Turning towards the source we saw a dwarf garbed in red "what a lovely site behold, two bastards getting all romantic" I glared at the imp with all the hate and anger I had within me for ruining this moment "oh sorry, didn't mean to interrupt such a moment, but I was wondering why the two of you are out here in the cold rather than inside where it's nice and warm?".
The little creature squirmed under the burning gaze of my fury before the sound of Jon's voice broke my concentration "Lady stark, felt that my presence would insult the royal family" it was no secret that the matriarch of house stark despised the boy like all other ladies are against bastards.
The imp understood what he was saying before turning to me "and what of you my bold lady?" my features settled into an emotionless mask that I have perfected for many years before I answered.
"I lost interest in the festivities and sort entertainment elsewhere" he looked between Jon and me and made the conclusion before stepping closer to us.
"Well let me give you some advice from one bastard to another. Wear your name like armour and you'll find that it'll never hurt you" wise words were they before the little man started walking off.
"What do you know about being a bastard?" Jon called out, not knowing who this little man was; the imp turned to faced him and answered with the most serious look I had seen on his face yet.
"All dwarfs are bastard's in their father's eye's" and with that he left us, allowing me to resume my work.
I slammed my lips against his, not allowing him to speak or act as I pressed forward pining him to the post, I gave him no time to respond as my tongue plunged into his mouth yet what came was surprising to say the least. Instead of pushing me away he pulled me closer to him, his arms circling around my waist to hold me close, my hands moved from their place to rest in his heads, the fingers getting tangled into his hair as I deepened the kiss.
As our tongues battled we were trapped in our own state of blissful passion before- "Got yourself a girl I see" a new voice spoke, bringing us out of our world of passion to see another man dressed in the cloth's of the nightwatch, upon seeing him Jon pushed me away to embrace the man.
"Uncle Benjen!" okay I am seriously getting pissed off now, what is it with people today interrupting me.
"you got bigger." As the two of them hugged I took into the new idividuals detail, noticing the stark features and how he looked more like Lord stark. "Rode all day. Didn't want to leave you alone with the Lannisters."
"Lady Stark Thought my presence would upset the Royals."
"Well, your more then welcome at the wall. No bastard was ever turned away."
"I'm ready to take my vows" wait what!? "Father would let me if you ask him." Jon Snow. Joining the Nights watch? The world around me seemed to crumble as the reality of situation before me was so overwhelming that I couldn't listen to the rest of their conversation.
It wasn't until the uncle left that I was finally able to speak "your going to join the nights watch?" My voice, no longer full of confidence as it instead carried fear and spoke in nothing but whispers to what it originally was.
Jon could only down at me with an apologetic look mixed with that famous Stark conviction "I must serve the Realm, it's my duty"
"B-But what about-" The words were lost within my throat as I despaired at situation before me yet I could not help but cling onto the hope that I might be able sway him from this path. "Don't you want to think this through, you would be giving up everything, children, family, lands and titles. Are you sure that you want to go through with this."
"I have made up my mind."
"Not even for me?"
"I'm sorry My lady, but I am honour bound to do this" and just like that, with those word all of my emotions washed away as a black emptiness filled my being.
My face assumed the blank emptiness I was feeling "I see." I turned around, my back to him as I face towards the great door to the party inside "Good night Jon Snow." I left him, intent on getting inside before anything else could happen.
Everyone was in a mad partying mood, drinking, feasting and shouting to the top of their lungs. Like a Shadow I moved with ease through to the hall, passing by unnoticed until I arrived at the one person I needed to see "Brother."
Rhamsey turned around at the mention of his name, a wide grin on his face as he was previously making ideal conversation with minor nobles and other's who were majorly important enough. "Sister!" he addressed with equal enthusiasm "Come join us for Drink.".
"I'm afraid I must refuse, I'm calling it a night, you continue enjoying yourself to your hearts content." He realised something had happed, as it was not the first time he had seen this blank face of mine and knows first hand to never disturb me.
After that I left the Banquet hall and made my way to the prepare guest room, passing by a small number of servants who weren't on duty in the hall. I paid them no mind until I reach the door to my room.
*BANG!* I entered my room swiftly as my patience and self control started to break before 'Seven fucking hells!' I scream In my head, The Dam of emotion broke and my rage, hatred and failure exploded within my very being. My face scrunched up in pure fury as I could barely restrain my self from taking all of my pent up aggression on the room.
'All these years of preparing and planning! All of it gone to waste because he's dead set on the Night's watch. A fucking dying order filled with the worst scum of the seven kingdoms, who in their right mind would thin-' in my mental ranting a picture of faces entered my thoughts, answering the question to my predicament. A new found hatred burrowed it's self into my mind and soul as all of my anger was now directed at a new source responsible for making My snow take the black.
'The Stark. Those fucking honourable fools have been filling his head with those stupid ideals, all I had prepared for was destroyed by them. I swear by the Old gods and the New! I will have my revenge upon them.'
I will destroy them one at a time.
Oh No! the Starks now have a powerful enemy, what will happen to them!? What will Elizabeth do!?
Find out on the next chapter.
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