Ramsey's Gift part 1
Calculated grey eyes bore into my face as I stood among a line of girls. The man before us held a small smile on his face as he nodded towards me.
"Her."
His words were decided and finite. Roose Bolton chose a wife for his bastard son. He had grown tired of the girl Miranda, whom seemed to be his son's main partner in torture. This girl before him was no stranger to the horrors of torture. She used to live in King's Landing as the daughter of a Golden Cloak. Her father became a sworn sword after her birth. She had been forced to play with Joffrey as a child and knew of his malicious tendencies.
Her father had been killed by Robb Starks army only a fortnight. Her mother died years ago during the miscarriage of what would have been her younger brother. An only child with no parents or family in the world, she was at Roose Bolton's disposal.
I stepped forward and awaited an order from my future father in law. Inwardly, I cringe and hatred bubbles within me. I was not supposed to be here. My father took me with him as he was sent to fight with Jaime Lannister because he did not want Joffrey to set his meticulous sights on me. I may be safe from Joffrey now, but I am handed to another monster.
Roose Bolton waved me forward and looked me up and down. The smile on his face was of approval.
"If my son does not find you more alluring than the whore he associates himself with now, he cannot be my blood. You've got color on you girl. Your father was a big strong man. Only Robb's direwolf could take him down. You would produce string children for my son should I legitimize him in the future. Be warned, my son has a liking of flaying men."
I looked the man in the eye,
"It is a good thing that I am not a men then."
No violent action aroused from the man but he laughed half heartedly,
"You will get along with Ramsey just fine. But watch your tongue. He doesn't like nagging or boring things."
Roose placed his hand on my shoulder and squeezed a little harshly. In his eyes, I saw doubt. He was uncertain that I would encapture his sons interest. He was insure that I would survive his own bastard. But he shouldn't doubt my will to live and thrive.
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I was being taken to the Dreadfort. The road was long and the company of Bolton men escorting me was no fun. They didn't speak to me. Thankfully, they never touched me either. The weeks it took to get to the Dreadfort was tedious. With nothing to entertain myself, I took to hunting with my escorts so that I could be of use. I am especially proficient with archery and sword fighting, but I have a love for wrestling. My father allowed it when I was a child, but when started growing breath and bleeding ever month, he forbid it, saying it was unlunladylike.
The men escorting me held me in their high respects. With me being a proficient hunter, they began to give me words of encouragement about getting along with Ramsey the closer we got to the Dreadfort. As the air grew colder, the more I hunted with the men. Hunting became my favoeite and only pass time. When we finally came to the fort, we were greeted by an eccentric looking young man with the most intoxicating blue eyes I've ever seen. The smile on his face was bright like a child being gifted a new toy. I would not be a toy for Ramsey, I am to be his wife. As the men who escorted me dispersed and began conversating with their fellow banner men, Ramsey introduced himself.
"Hello, my lady. I am Ramsey Snow, Roose Bolton's bastard. Forgive me, but why has my father sent you here. In the letter my father sent by raven, he simply stated that he had a pleasant surprise for me."
I smiled at the man's giddy tone,
"Yes, it is a random gift if I do say so myself. It will completely take you off guard, Ramsey Snow. You father thinks that you will enjoy it."
I place my hands behind my back and pulled the full letter that Roose ordered me to give his son. I held the paper towards the bastard boy as I replied rather charismatical,
"Me."
His smile dropped and seriousness replaced his playful demeanor. He took the parchment from my exposed hand, our hands touched as he quickly took it. It was a brief touch, but I felt something that made my heart speed up. His eyes scanned over the paper and his eyes went wide. Then his gaze settled upon me. I was no longer smiling,
"You father's words were 'your father could only be taken down by a direwolf, should I ever legitimize my son, you will have strong children to bear my name' or something like that. Your father must really want you to have a strong chance of carrying on his name since he has promised me to you. He must be seriously considering making you his heir."
Ramsey had a flare in his eyes. A blue fire as his expression turned playful again,
"What is your name, my Lady?"
"Raeylia San-Byre."
Ramsey smiled and quirked an eyebrow,
"R.S. Our initials are the same."
I smiled slightly,
"Yes, and should you be legitimized, I will drop the San and my last name will be Byre. If it should please you, Ramsey. Do you mind if I call you Ramsey?"
"Not at all. But never call me bastard."
I looked my betrothed in the eye,
"Of course not."
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Days passed and Ramsey never laid a hand on me. At least he talked to me. He knew that I was intelligent and quick with my mind, so he often had conversations about the war. Politics and War. Until one day when he asked me a question that proved that there is more to Ramsey.
"Have you ever seen a man die, Raeylia?"
My reply was simple and short,
"Of course, Ramsey. Many times."
He smiled that bright smile of his and continued trying to make this conversation uneasy for me.
"Have you ever heard a man beg for death and mercy at the same time? Have you watched the life drain from the eyes of a man?"
I tensed slightly at a memory,
"Not a man...my mother, when she miscarried seven years ago. I've heard men scream before theu die Ramsey, isn't it all the same,"
I stated in a bored tone. My eyes returned to my food before me. Ramsey wasn't through. He was testing me. We have been getting along well, perhaps too well in his mind
"No. My dear, it is entirely different. Let me show you."
A look of confusion on my face, I let Ramsey take my hand and lead me away from the hall. We turned corner after corner until I realized where we were headed. The dungeons. When we arrived, I saw two people strapped to the large X's that mark the Bolton sigil. On one was a man, the other a very beautiful young dark haired girl. Each with gags in their mouths. The man looked wore and beaten. The girl hardly had a hair out of place. I could tell that she was just recently placed here and I do not think it could have been for any crime. Ramsey pulled me forward to the man and he looked at me. The man's eyes lit up and he started struggling against the straps of his confinement. Had I not been smart, I'd have thought that this man was struggling in fear. But in truth, I saw what he was being tortured for. I lived in King's Landing long enough to recognize that look.
"He's a rapist, is he not?"
Ramsey clapped and smiled widely,
"I knew you were smart. Good good. Now what about her?"
The look in Ramsey's eyes was almost maddening. I stepped closer to the girl. I looked in her eyes and her face. My eyes lingered on her neck and clevege. I saw red marks just were the lining of her dress began to cover her skin. I looked at her hands and palms and then turned to Ramsey.
"She isn't your prisoner, Ramsey. She's not even a whore wench. She has the hands of a mild worker and smells of dog. My guess is that she is a kennels daughter and she is your...paramour, as the Dornish say."
Ramsey looked taken aback. At loss for words, I took the moment at hand,
"I've seen you two many times since I've been here. I'm just that quiet. I lived in King's Landing up until a month ago. I know how to fit into the background and dissappear. If I expected you to not have a love interest in you life, I would have bedded you not long before now if our betrothal was final Ramsey. You can take her down, I'm going for a hunt. I'm craving boar tonight."
I left the dungeon, leaving the three people in the room in pure shock. A not so friendly smile graced my face as I thought of Ramsey's expression. The bastard was proving to be more fun than I anticipated. This betrothal may be a great match after all.
When I returned from my hunt, Ramsey awaited me in the kitchens. All the maids and cooks were gone and no soul was in sight but Ramsey. His expression was unreadable as I began to cut up one of the large boars I killed. I focused on my work at hand as Ramsey walked about the room, getting closer to me. Two of the legs were cut off the boar when Ramsey took his place behind me, pressing his body against my back and leaning towards my ear.
"Are you real? How can you be real? You're smart. You can read people just as easily as me. You hunt magnificently. You expect nothing from me. You think like me- no, we think alike."
His hands found my hips and he firmly pressed himself against my back further. I could feel his arousal, even through my thick dress. I turned my head towards his, leaning into him as I gutted the boar.
"Don't you have your lover to take care of that?"
Ramsey laughed almost insanely and pressed his lips against my neck, kidding me surprisingly lightly.
"Oh, not anymore."
I stopped butching the boar and turned in Ramsey's arms. The large knife still in my hand, I asked curiously,
"What happened?"
Ramsey smiled and looked me dead in the eye,
"I killed her. Shortly after you left. I have no more use for her. Her and I played our games, but now I have you. You are mine until the day I die, maybe even after that."
I looked at Ramsey, smiling at his determined voice,
"It is up to your father who you marry, Ramsey. He's probably already sent a replacement in case you've killed me. Or still searching for a better marriage to propose. You haven't run me off and I'm not even certain you were trying to until today."
Ramsey's face was mere inches from mine,
"My father cannot replace you. He made a good match. He chose correctly."
"I don't kill for fun Ramsey. I don't torture people. I know secrets and how to hide them."
I placed the knife beside me and put my hands on Ramsey's clothed chest. One hand, I rose to his shoulder, the other I started down below,
"I know how to stay hidden. How to take control. How to play the innocent girl that no one suspects. How to-"
Ramsey cut me off with the fiery excitement in his eyes as he suddenly kissed me and pushed us against the rim of the table. The kiss was harsh and full of lust. He pulled way with a growl,
"I don't care about what my father does at the moment. I know I will marry you. If it has to be in secret, then so be it."
He leaned towards me to kiss my lips but I stopped him,
"Word came from your father. Robb Stark secretly married one of the healers he met at the battle he caught the King Slayer. His men are already talking about him. He broke his oath to marry on of Walder Frey's daughters. His banner are starting to question his loyalty. He is nowhere closer to King's Landing or his sister. Do you really want to follow his actions, Ramsey?"
His bright blue eyes flashed in anger and he harshly pulled our bodies together. The action brought a heat down below my belly. I smiled at his frustration. Ramsey attacked my neck with harsh kisses. Biting my neck and holding me firmly against him.
"I am not Robb Stark. I am not leading an army ththay is bound to fail. I am not honorable. I am the bastard son of Roose Bolton and I will have you."
Those words triggered my animalistic need. I kiss him hard on his lips and reached for his pants. He shoved the boar off of the table and I sat on the edge, all while never ceasing our kiss. My legs on either side of him, he bunched up my dress to my waist as I undid his pants and they dropped to the ground. His size made me wild with want and I hooked my legs around his waist then pushed him to my hot core. Ramsey ripped off my underwear and threw it on the ground. He looked me in the eye, never breaking contact as he positioned himself and then proceeded in taking my virginity. I made sounds I never knew I could and they only drove Ramsey further in carnal desire and need. I bit down on his shoulder to keep from screaming to loudly as he pound dedicated into me. The pleasure was maddening and my fingernails dug into his back as I clenched him withing me with each thrust he drove into me.
Words escaped my lips without a thought. His name, asking for more, demanding him to not stop. The pleasure building was astronomical. Ramsey called my name several times and called me his countless times. The beauty of this moment was perfect. My nails and teeth drew blood as my orgasm ripped through my entire body just as Ramsey filled me completely with his seed. Everything felt more intense as he pounded me through my orgasm. A second and more stronger one followed immediately. I clenched Ramsey so tight, he could not move out of me. We were both shaking from the power of our respective orgasms. Sweat lined out skin. Our eyes, dilated. My body pulsating with him inside me. Me feeling all of him with each ripple of aftershock inside me. The feeling was so blissful and lasted so long that Ramsey had to rip himself from my core, bringing me and him to another orgasm. His seed spilled all over my mound and my orgasm began pushing out his seed. My cunt dripping his son's and daughters. Ramsey's eyes were fixated on this. When some of it was about to drip to the floor, he used his fingers to scoop it up and presented it to my mouth. I locked my lips and leaned forward, taking his fingers into my mouth. The task almost brought me to another orgasm.
Both breathless, Ramsey lay himself beside me, completely exhausted,
"That was the most intense orgasm I have ever have. The first time I've cum multiple times at once. It feels more...more intriguing than before and I throughly enjoyed myself then. All that I put in you, it would be an act of the godsgods if you do not end up with my child."
His words and voice vibrated through my body. Post orgasmic bliss left me almost speechless.
"I want to do this every night Ramsey. I want you to fill me until you are certain I am with your child."
We locked eyes and he smiled,
"That, I can arrange with ease my dear."
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I am finally with child. Ramsey couldn't be more happy. My slight weight gain so soon in the pregnancy had the maester believing that I could be with twins. All Ramsey and I had to do was tell his father so that we could marry before the baby arrived. We have been residing in Winterfell for months now. Robb Stark has been long dead. Why Roose Bolton has been putting off my wedding to his son so long has me worried. He sends Ramsey to collect taxes every so often and I stay in the castle or hunt. I spend most of my time in the library though. Not many men go in there, so Ramsey and I often go in to have quick romantic endeavors.
The both of us were eating breakfast with his father when he called for out attention. He asked Ramsey about his assignment to collect taxes and something felt tense between the two. There was something in Roose's eyes.
"There is something I need to discuss with the two of you. Now that I have legitimized you, it is high time you marry. It just so happens, I have the perfect girl to solidify our claim on the North. Your betrothal to Raeylia is over. But since she has been with us for years now, she can stay as a council and friend to Sansa Stark."
I dropped my fork on my plate. Sickness swelled in my stomach. I looked at Roose Bolton and I hated him. After years of dealing with him and feeling indifferent, hatred was my set feeling towards him now. I love Ramsey. I knew that before he and I ever consumated our love together. My chest felt tight and I felt a sharp pain in my belly. I clenched my stomach and left the room without excusing myself. I emptied the contents of my stomach in a tall pot in the hall as I retreated into my chambers. I knew there was nothing Ramsey could do against his father's word. I feared for my child's life and my own. My pregnancy was not planned and now that Ramsey is promised to another, everything felt like it had been done for nothing.
A sickness ripped through my stomach and I threw up again. I kept throwing up in my chamber pot. It seemed to go on forever. Then it hit me. The look dnd Roose Bolton's eyes. My drink did taste slightly different...so did my food. It hit me then and I cried. Moon tea. My stomach kept cramping and the pain was endless. I was a heap on the floor of my chambers and I couldn't bring myself to move at all. My chest constricted once more. That's when Ramsey burst through my door. My eyes were already closed and my breathing shallow. But I could sense him around me.
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He was livid. Ramsey looked at his father and was trying to form words. Raeylia fled from the room iiln distress and he wanted his father to suffer for causing his love to suffer.
"Father. Raeylia and I have been ready to be married since before I took over Winterfell for our house. I love Raeylia father. You made a good match, why must I marry Sansa Stark?"
Roose looked at his son adamantly,
"Are you sure it is her you love or her cunt? You think I do not know that you two have been fornicating for the past two years. It is a miracle that she only ended up with child now."
Roose saw the rare look of agovk on his son's face,
"Yes, Ramsey. I know that she is with your child. But for you new betrothal to work, no inconveniences will be present when she arrives."
"How can any child of mine be an inconvenience? Raeylia and I were to be married."
"You said yourself that the North will resist us. We can instill fear into them but they will always support the Starks. All her other legitimate family members are dead. Jon Snow is commander of the Night's Watch and she is the last Stark. Marrying her would save us a lot of trouble."
Ramsey was silent but furious. He loves Raeylia. He is certain. But his father was right about the Stark girl. Roose called his son's attention,
"Raeylia is in a lot of pain right now Ramsey. If her child she carries makes it through the night, I will allow her to keep it after it has been born. If she lives past a week from now, I will alow her to stay as your mistress since you love her so much."
Ramsey had never heard such words from his father. They've killed and tortured, but now Ramsey knew that his father would do anything to have his way. Hastily leaving the table and the room, Ramsey searched for his love. Worry did not sit well with him. He wanted to cut every man in half that he passed on the way to Raeylia's chambers. When he finally arrived he heard crying and his emotions were foreign to him. Without a moments hesitation, he burst through the door and saw his beautiful Raeylia on the ground in pain clutching her stomach through her gown. Then she suddenly went silent and still. Rushing to her, he breathed out in relief that she was breathing. But he was hesitant to check under her dress. His hands moved slowly. His heart beat loudly as he rose her gown. An unfamiliar emotion ripped through him as he saw blood. Ramsey snapped then, yelling for a maester and picking you up in his arms. He lay you on your bed as a maester and guards rushed into the room.
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Ramsey had you oved to his chambers along eith all your things. He never left your side or let you out of his sights. When the day came for the Stark girl to arrive, he appointed his most trusted guards at your door. You hadn't awoke since the morning of your greatest heart break. You were breathing, but you and Ramsey's children were lost. He refused to let you go.
Sansa Stark was happy to be home in Winterfell. Its appearance was different and now run by her enemies, but it was still her home. She did not trust the man who murdered her brother or his bastard son. She could see through Ramsey's fake smiles and his manners. The falsehood around the man made her uneasy. But she was determined to survive the Bolton's. So, on her second night home, she knocked on the door of Ramsey's chamber. It was past high moon and hardly any guards were about.
Ramsey was awakened to the sound of a light fist rapping his door. His eyes settled in your face and then your chest which was rising and falling steadily. Without realizing it, he released a sigh of relief before getting up to answer his door. He was surprised to find the Stark girl standing before him in her night dress. His eyes bore down on her face as he grew agitated,
"What can I do for you Lady Stark?"
The girl did not cower at his tone and replied,
"I wish to speak with you without the watchful eye of Lord Baelish and your father."
Ramsey did not move and she explained further,
"If we are to be married, I think we should at least speak to each other honestly. I wanted to-"
Ramsey cut her off,
"Get to know me? You never should have came back here. No matter how much you missed your home, lives have suffered because of your stupid choices. Petyr Baelish has been taking care of you for a long time
" Everyone knows how your father's death was your fault. How you insisted on marrying the bastard prince. How you got your direwolf killed. How your sister ended up missing and never found. How your insistence to go to King's Landing ultimately started a war that killed thousands of men. Your little childish mind caused all of this, the demise of your family. Robb told my father that Eddard asked you whether you were sure you wanted to marry the pince. Your choice cost you your home, your family, and now you are to be married to me. You do not need to get to know me at all Stark. I know all about you. Now leave."
The malice in his voice was a thousand times worse than Joffrey's. Sansa swallowed thickly,
"I was a child, you are right. But this is my home and you can't scare me."
Ramsey smirked at the girl and grabbed her arm, pulling her inside his chambers and shutting the door. He pulled her to his bed were you lay and he pointed to you,
"This is where your decision to come here has done."
Sansa looked at you. She noticed that you looked like you were sleeping, but you looked to still to be just sleeping.
"Who is she?"
Ramsey laughed,
"My betrothed. At least she was until you decided to come here. Her and I were arranged towards the beginning of the war of the five kings. Before I was my father's legitimate son. We were ready to be married over year ago, but needed my father's word to do so. We didn't wait ro consumate our union. She was with child when my father told us that our betrothal was no more. He laced her food and drink with moon tea. Our twins dead because of you. The woman who should he my wife may never wake up because of you."
Sansa was stuttering now and stepping away from the man,
"I didn't. I- if I'd known. I'm sorry."
"Sorry? I don't want your apology. I want my Raeylia back. I want you dead."
Fear had never been so great in Sansa. Just as Ramsey took a step towards her, Raeylia gasped and shot up in Ramsey's bed. Both Sansa and Ramsey froze in shock. The blade being his back dropped from his grip and he was by his loves sideside instantly. He checked her over and whispered words in her ear and she looked around confused. Then her eyes settled on Sansa.
Raeylia was stunned at how beautiful she was. But with Ramsey by her side and all the words she heard, she knew that he was hers still.
