Sansa always found it hard to sleep after Ramsay left her chambers. Granted, she was glad he didn't stay. It would have been so much worse if he had tried to sleep in her bed every night after he finished using her. Even so, she couldn't sleep after what he had done. The pain wasn't as bad as the first time anymore but it wasn't pleasant either. The emotional trauma was worse than the pain. The fact that he could invade her body, could use he like a thing to be thrown away was what kept her awake. She threw back the blankets and began to pace the room. She was worried. Worried for herself and worried for Jaelyx. What would Roose do with him? She didn't know Jaelyx well at all but she knew that she liked him. She didn't want him to become another of Roose and Ramsay's victims. Maybe they would flay him. She hoped that he could manage to escape before it came to that.

Sansa did eventually manage to sleep when she became so exhausted that she was unable to stay awake. She awoke in the morning to Ramsay flinging open her bedroom door.

"Good morning my love!" Ramsay was saying with a huge smile on his face.

What was he doing? He never came to wake her up. It was always some servant bringing in breakfast who did that.

"It's time to wake up and go down to the hall for breakfast." He announced.

Confused, Sansa made herself sit up in the bed. "Why am I not having breakfast in my room, my lord?"

"We don't want to be rude to our guest." Ramsay said as explanation.

So Jaelyx was still here and still alive apparently. She tried not to let her relief at this news show on her face. "Of course not my lord. Might I have a minute to dress?"

"Yes, but be quick about it. Father doesn't like to be kept waiting." Ramsay said.

To her complete mortification, Ramsay stayed where he was in the room and watched her dress. When she was finished he took her arm and led her down to the great hall for the morning meal.

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Jaelyx really wasn't surprised that Roose wanted to keep him at Winterfell as a hostage to be ransomed back to his family. He wasn't surprised that Roose demanded he hand over all his weapons. Neither of those developments put much of a crimp in his original plan. He still had his poisons. There was some concealed in his signet ring and another type in his boot buckles. He would only need to shake Roose's hand or get close enough for a pinprick and the man would be dead a few hours later. If Sansa had not been here he would have had a nice courteous stay at Winterfell, taken his sister's bones, and shaken Roose's hand when they parted ways. He could still do that even now after his ransom was paid but it would mean leaving Sansa behind. He was going to have to come up with a new plan. It looked like he would have plenty of time for that. It could take weeks for the message to reach his father in Volantis.

When he arrived at the great hall for breakfast he could see that Sansa had not rested well. She was pale and anxious and had circles under her eyes from lack of sleep. Ramsay on the other hand was overly happy. It wasn't hard to guess that she did not enjoy her husband's attentions. He likely had raped her the previous night. The realization made him sick to his stomach.

"Is there something wrong with our food?" Ramsay asked, noticing his lack of appetite.

"Not at all, though it is quite different than what I'm accustomed to eating back home." Jaelyx said. He made an effort to take a few bites of the food.

"Hmmm, what do they eat in Volantis?" Ramsay asked. "It must be something strange like elephant trunks, don't you think Sansa?"

"I wouldn't know, my lord." Sansa said absently.

"We don't eat elephants." Jaelyx told them amicably. "We eat many of the same meats that you do. It's the vegetables and spices that are different."

Sansa looked up from her plate at him, having taken an interest in his words. So he continued talking about the food in Volantis for the rest of the meal. Ramsay seemed bored but Sansa was fascinated. Towards the end Ramsay noticed his wife's keen interest in the topic, or maybe in her guest.

"I wouldn't think you'd like Volantis anyway Sansa." Ramsay commented. "It's much too warm there for your northern blood."

"Of course you're right my lord." Sansa said, her eyes on her plate again.

Ramsay grinned at that. Irritated at what he had just seen, Jaelyx tried once again to form of a plan to get the both of them out of there.