Sansa quickly got dressed and put herself together. Ramsay extended his arm and Sansa took it with a smile. Ramsay looked a little taken back at her expression, he knew she wasn't truly happy with him.

"Why are you putting on a show?" he asked as they made their way down the corridors of Winterfell.

"Whatever do you mean, my lord?" Sansa sounded as sweet as sugar as she questioned him.

Ramsay eyed his bride, trying to put the puzzle pieces together. "You're smiling as if you are smitten with me, Sansa. I very much doubt that is the case."

Sansa let out a little giggle before she answered him. "You're right, Ramsay…I'm not smitten with you, that's very true. The way I see it though, We're wed. You are my husband and at least I'm home. I don't want to be miserable, I've lived feeling like a prisoner since I left Winterfell. I may not be pleased to be your wife, I am pleased to be home. I'm choosing to be happy…as happy as I can be…" she answered him, not even knowing herself how truthful she was being. If she could pacify him long enough, she could be reunited with Jon. She could have what's left of her family.

"As happy as you can be…with a bastard?" he questioned her as they arrived to the dining hall. She turned to him and whispered in his ear. "You'll be the Lord of Winterfell one day, I'll be your lady…and my tongue will stay in my mouth…" Ramsay shivered as she ran her tongue on his ear. "like you said you're no longer a bastard."

Ramsay was pleased enough with her answer and was in better spirits as they entered and took their seats across from Roose and Walda.

"Ah! Here they are, the newlyweds. How was your night?" Roose bellowed at the couple looking copiously at his son, obviously worried about the response he would get from the bride. He was pleasantly surprised though.

"We had a wonderful night, Lord Bolton." Sansa answered with a smile. "I feel so lucky to have such a handsome, brave husband." She took Ramsay's hand in hers to really sell it.

Roose just nodded and tended to his plate. Sansa felt the awkward tension between everyone in the room, not sure what to do about it. Before she could react, Walda spoke up.

"Maester Wilken says the way I'm carrying, it looks like you'll have a brother Ramsay." She sounded so cheery, Ramsay practically choked on his sausage. "Brother?!" he questioned, his voice was painted with anger.

Roose paid close attention to his son, waiting for him to lose his temper, Sansa reacted rather quickly, and put the fire out before it even started.

"Congratulations Walda." She smiled warmly at the large woman who was oblivious to the apprehension in the room. "We can't wait to meet him, can't we, Ramsay?" She placed her hand on his leg and she physically felt his nerves calming to her touch.

"Yes, It will be a joyous day!" Ramsay mustered up the best enthusiasm he could as he looked down at Sansa's hand which was gently rubbing his leg. He didn't want her to move it, but once he answered she did, taking a sip out of her goblet and paying more attention to her plate then her company. That is, until Roose spoke up.

"A raven arrived from King's Landing today." This grabbed Sansa's attention. Ramsay took this opportunity to repay the favor Sansa did moments earlier and placed his hand on her leg. Sansa hadn't even noticed, she was too busy concentrating on what Roose was saying. "They know you have arrived here and the King has commanded that we send you to him. His mother is in the black cells, she has been charged with Queen Margery's death." He looked directly at Sansa as he spoke, possibly for the first time since she had arrived.

She heard his words, but couldn't force any of her own out. She felt everyone's eyes on her as she processed what she was being told. "Why does he want me back, to go back to Tyrion?" It would be a cold day in hell before she went back to King's Landing. She would kill herself before becoming a toy for Joffery again, she'd come too far. She was too close to freedom to go backwards.

Roose shook his head. "He has annulled your marriage to Tyrion. Obviously he hasn't received news of your real wedding yet…" Real. He emphasized the word to make it crystal clear that if the marriage hadn't been consummated yet, it damn sure better be as soon as they left the room.

"Well then what the bloody hells does he want with me?" this was the most unladylike the elder Bolton had heard Sansa speak and he was most certainly not accustomed to woman speaking to him like that.

Ramsay was silent until this moment. "He wants her as his bride, doesn't he?" He asked quietly as his father nodded in response. Ramsay was eerily calm and Sansa was in a panic.

"I'll die before I go back to that monster! I won't go back there!" Sansa was shaking as she spoke. Walda looked concerned for the young stark and Roose just looked uncomfortable with Sansa's reaction.

Ramsay was still calm with the ordeal, it made Sansa furious. "Do you not care? Am I that expandable to you? You married me las-"

Ramsay hushed her, "Sansa, calm the bloody hells down. You are my wife, you will give me an heir and you will be staying here. That inbred little cunt isn't a concern to me. Didn't I already tell you? He won't touch you again." Ramsay told her as he began stuffing his face, acting nonchalant about the whole ordeal.

Roose took a gentler approach to Sansa's worries. "Word will get to the King of your wedding to Ramsay, he won't have such an easy time protesting this marriage…as long as…" Roose let his words linger and the implication was well received.

"Anyway, this will start another war." He shifted his attention to his son now, "We can't afford another war, we already have Stannis knocking at our gates at any moment. We can't fight a war with every bloody king that is making his way for the iron throne."

Ramsay's calm, collected manner didn't shift with the mention of war. Sansa took notice of this. He really was a warrior, much different than Joffery who cowered behind his mother's skirt at the mere thought of a fight.

"Let me handle Stannis. Winter is coming, he doesn't have the men, or the horses, or the resources to battle us. Let me lead the charge against him. Let me honor you and prove I'm the heir you deserve, that you made the right choice when you legitimized me, father." Ramsay asked his father to let him prove himself and for the first time since she had met the Bolton bastard, Sansa took notice of how important his father was to him. She never had to question her parents love for her, and it made her mind wander to Jon. Was this how he felt growing up as an outsider? A pang of guilt flooded over her.

Roose contemplated this idea for a moment before he agreed. "It would have to happen quickly, I want Stannis dealt with before his seedy little nephew gets here. I have no doubt he will come for Sansa. We need to have our soldiers ready when the time comes."

Ramsay looked quite pleased that his father had trusted him with this task. "In three days time we will ride out and put an end to the old man. He wont expect us to come to him. I'm sure he thinks we plan to sit on our asses and let him bring the fight to us." Ramsay got up and kissed Sansa's hand. "I'll be preparing my men, try not to miss me too much while I'm busy, my love." With that he strode out the door and Sansa was left with the man who murdered her family and the daughter of the man who orchestrated the whole event. She sighed, feeling pathetic realizing she would rather be in Ramsay's company.

Walda smiled at the Stark beauty and did her best to bond with her. "I have been making outfits for the baby, I'm afraid I'm not very skilled…would you like to join me today? Pass the time while the men prepare for…their duties?" She was sweet enough, but Sansa had no desire to deal with a Frey. Still, looking over at Walda's husband and his glances at her as they both waited for her response she knew she had to play nice.

"That sounds lovely, perhaps we can have some tea and I can show you some stiches I found easy to accomplish when I first started." Sansa smiled at her. "My sister was horrendous at the task and if I could help her, I'm sure we can get your stitching wonderful."

Walda was very pleased with Sansa's response. She clapped her hands together as she rose from her chair ushering Sansa to follow suit. "Wonderful! Come, come." She waved her up out of her chair, linking their arms together.

"Oh. Now, you mean now." Sansa tried to sound as polite as possible, it didn't matter though. Neither Walda or Roose was listening to her as the two women walked out of the hall and to Lord Bolton's chambers. Sansa felt nauseous as she came across her parent's room.

She hesitated a moment before stepping in. If she hadn't spent so much time there as a child, she wouldn't have recognized it. The Bolton's banner hung on the wall and Sansa thought of how pretentious it seemed in this room. There wasn't a shred of evidence that the chambers once belonged to Ned and Catelyn. Sansa wondered what happened to all their belongings.

She took a seat at the table by the window across from Walda as a hand maiden entered with tea for the two ladies. It was Myranda.

"Good afternoon, Lady Bolton." Myranda curtseyed at Walda as she poured her some tea, ignoring Sansa. She finally poured her a cup, not even glancing in the girl's direction. Sansa took this opportunity to anger the woman who chose to make her miserable any chance she got.

"I do hope Ramsay hurries with this battle." Sansa spoke to Walda, but kept her eyes on Myranda. "We have only had one night together, and it was quite a night." She smiled mischievously, pulling a page out of Margery's playbook. "Ramsay is quite seductive, I hope we can share more time before he leaves…" Sansa sipped her tea as Myranda tried to busy herself to stick around. "Oh, ick!" Sansa spat out the tea. "Miss, this Tea is tepid. Brew a fresh pot." She ordered Myranda without glancing at her.

Walda took a sip and seemed to disagree. "It tastes okay to me.." she spoke softly, not wanting to step on anyone's toes.

Myranda looked pleased, but only for a moment. Sansa shook her head. "It's tepid. We are surrounded by cold, our tea needs to be hot. Take it away." Sansa shooed Myranda out the door and Sansa whispered to Walda as she left.

"She is my husband's lover, did you know? I didn't want her around as we spoke…woman to woman." Sansa smiled at her fat mother by law.

Walda looked sorrowful at Sansa. "I had heard that Ramsay has taken a mistress or two in his day." She placed her hand on Sansa, attempting to comfort her. "That one seems to have an icy heart, the stories I've heard of her…" Walda looked away "It must be strange, being in a new place, married off to some man who you've never met. I know I felt strange when I arrived at Winterfell, it's gods awful cold here!"

Sansa stopped herself from rolling her eyes. "This is my home. I'm Sansa Stark of Winterfell." She looked at Walda, wondering how far along the woman was with her child. "The people are much colder than the weather."

Walda didn't answer, Myranda walked back in with a new batch of tea placing it on the table. "A fresh brew." She looked at Sansa, but Sansa's attention was drawn to the courtyard. She watched as Ramsay spared with one of his men, knocking him to the ground with ease. Another came up behind him and Ramsay swiftly knocked him back as well.

As she watched her husband take down man after man she wandered what would happen if Stannis defeated him. Would Roose surrender? Would Stannis easily blow through him as well?

She couldn't bring herself to think about what would happen if Ramsay won.