"Hey, you need to get up. We've been summoned." Came Ramsay's voice from somewhere above you.

You shifted and immediately felt the consequences of the night before rush over you in a great wave. "Oh gods." You groaned rolling over onto your back. Slowly you inched your eyes open to find Ramsay standing over you, a vial in his hands.

"Drink this. It'll help. And be quick about it. I really don't want to be out in the sun today."

"Should of thought of thatbeforeyou go and kill their men."

"He started it." Ramsay said defensively, setting the vial down on your table and leaving.

So, he was mad at you. You find yourself smiling at the thought of causing him just as much discomfort as he often made you feel. You drank the vial and by the time you were out if the shower you were feeling normal again. You dressed and slipped on your shoes and ran into Ramsay in the hall. He looked you over.

"Ready?"

"Yes." You said, leaning into him and grabbing the front of his shirt. "I'm sober now, and I still want you." You whispered, letting him go and walking down the stairs.

Ramsay said nothing to you on the way to Winterfell. He adjusted his hood one last time before climbing out of the car and opening your door. He rushed you to the door and pressed the doorbell button.

It opened almost immediately. It was Robb. His face was contorted in disgust and displeasure at the sight of Ramsay but allowed him entry. Ramsay rested his hand on your lower back as he guided you inside. You followed Robb to a large room on the bottom floor, already full of men. You felt Ramsay clutch your jacket before stepping away from you to the middle of the room. Robb and Jon stood together, Theon like their shadow.

"Speak." Jon demanded.

Ramsay looked around the room, locking eyes with you. He smirked as he looked back at the Stark twins. "What do Thing One and Thing Two want to know?"

You gave Ramsay an appalled look and buried your face in your hands.

"Enough games, Bolton. Eight of our men were killed last night at the Winter Rose. Reports state that you were there and you landed the first blow." Robb spoke up.

Ramsay scoffed, "Not exactly. I did not start it, but Idid land the first kill. But it was strictly in self defense. As for the rest of them... well, they wouldn't take a hint. I wasn't there to start trouble, but I will kick a dog if it shows its teeth."

"Then you admit to killing eight men last night?" Jon asked, his voice rising. You glanced around and saw the anger surging through the room.

"Eight? Oh no. I killed three. And you should know it wasn't in vain. It was a delicious feast." Ramsay said snapping his teeth as he was tackled to the ground by five men.

"An eye for an eye!" Robb roared to howls of approval.

You stood rooted as you watched the men strip Ramsay from his jacket and shirt and dragged him out of the door. The crowd shoved past you. You saw Sansa give you a sad look. You rushed to Ramsay's jacket and rummaged through the pockets, finding a gun. You gripped it tightly and tore from the room. You followed the shouts and jeers outside where you found Ramsay bound by rope mere inches from the sun reaching him. You were reminded of the man you had seen Ramsay torture. Robb stood before Ramsay, clutching a wooden stake.

"No!" You heard yourself screaming as you threw yourself between Ramsay and Robb, pointing the gun at the Stark. "Silver goes both ways. Let him go." You pleaded.

Robb stood there, confused. "This is the way of the North, (y/n )."

"Let him go." You growled, clicking the safety off. The whole crowd fell silent at the click as you cocked the gun.

"(Y/n), he's right. Go on Stark. Do it. Square in the chest. Don't hesitate, just do it." Ramsay chuckled darkly.

"You, shut up." You said, turning to look at Ramsay with rage. He opened his mouth but closed it again at the look on your face. You turned back to the Stark's. "I will not ask again. You will let him go."

Robb and Jon shared a look.

"Oh for fuckssakes." Said Theon Greyjoy grabbing the stake from Robb's slack hand. He stepped forward. You pulled the trigger. Theon screamed in pain and fell to the ground clutching his leg. The shot echoing through the yard.

Ramsay laughed, manically, "Oh shit."

"Robb, release Ramsay and I can wake up Bran." You said, cocking the gun again.

"How?" Came Sansa's voice as she made her way through the crowd.

"I have a book. Allow us to leave and I will be back with it. Please." You said, your voice shaking. Robb looked at the two men who held Ramsay's ropes and gave a sharp nod. Ramsay was cut free.

He bounced to his feet and rushed to you, swinging you in a circle. "Holy fuck. You... you are..." He began.

"Beautiful, amazing, a life saver?" You suggested.

"You are absolutely fuckingdangerous! I love it!" He laughed, giving you a look you'd never seen from anyone before.

You gave a small smile. But it fell from your face as Ramsay knelt before you is if an invisible hand where holding him down and gave you a begrudging look. The yard fell quiet, apart from Theon who was raging and shouting in pain.

"Let it be known by monsters and gods that i, Ramsay Bolton, am at your service until I die or the favor has been returned." Ramsay huffed, rising to his feet and taking your hand. "Lovely morning, really." He said as the crowd parted. He turned when he realized you hadn't moved.

You stared at him before your eyes grew wide and you fell into a fit of ringing laughter. When you caught your breath you wiped a tear from your eye. "Welcome to the family.Oh the irony."

It was many minutes before Ramsay spoke again. He turned the radio in the car off. "Why did you save me?"

You looked over at him and shrugged, "I like you."

Ramsay smirked and said nothing else.

Once you entered the Dreadfort manor you were greeted by Roose. "I didn't expect you to come back."

Ramsay pointed to you. "This bitch fuckin' cray." He swept past his father. You gave a timid smile as Roose Bolton's pale eyes peeled your layers away. You hurried up stairs.

You threw things into your purse and rifled through the pages of your new spell book, translating the ruins under your breath.

"Do we really have to go back?" Ramsay asked, crossing his arms.

"I. Not we." You said. Shoving the book into your purse.

Ramsay watched, mildly impressed as he sized up the size of your bag.

"It's magic." You whispered with a wink, clutching your wand and necklace in your hand.

Ramsay snorted. "How are you getting there? "

"Well I don't need a car to travel." You said, throwing your purse over your shoulder and turning on the spot. Next second you were standing on the front porch of Winterfell. You rang the doorbell.

Arya opened the door and stepped back as you hurried in.

xxx

"Did it work?" Ramsay asked, as you sunk into the couch beside him.

"Yes. And it's demons." You said, pulling the book out. "Where did you find this?"

"You would really be better off not knowing." Ramsay said giving you a serious look.

"Oh gods. She had it didn't she?" You gasped.

Ramsay avoided looking at you, rising from the couch. "I have a prearranged meeting." He left without looking at you.