Pre-chapter Warning: Sexual assult, fear, dark themes
The day was spent making preparations for me to leave tomorrow. I headed back to my tent as the sun was beginning to set and I sat on the bed taking a breath. I did not want to leave Jon. That was all I could think about. Just then he entered the tent. I stood up and he came to me and hugged me tightly. I went on my toes and kissed him, pulling him to me. He lightly wrapped his arms around me, running along my back. I pulled away from the kiss only to bite his lower lip, he pulled his face backwards slightly, a sigh on his lips. "We should not Alysh," He said, his breath on my cheek. I kissed him again, pulling his hands on my back to my ass. He took a deep breath, bitting his own lower lip as I pulled away to look at him. His face torn as his hands stilled. I put my hands on his chest, pulling him lightly and making him sit on the bed. "I might hurt you," He reminded me as his hands left my ass and trailing along my torso where the large bruises were. I moved forward so my legs were on either side of his, sitting on his thighs.
"You might," I spoke but I could see his eyes looking at me, there was no going back. He kissed me, our tongues exploring each other as his hands went back to my ass. I gasped as he squeezed them and he just smirked against my lips. I moved my hips inward and Jon groaned slightly as I felt his hardened member. Jon undid my dress as I pulled off his top and his pants. He was bare when my dress fell to the ground in a heap. He touched the dark marks along my ribs, his fingers tip barely brushing them. He stood up, lifting me up softly before placing me on the bed. His movements were softer and quieter. He kneeled over me, his hands falling to my hips. He kissed my lips, then my neck, then downwards towards the dark marks. He kissed every inch of my darkened skin, the broken ribs.
"It is so ugly," I commented my hand through his hair. He furrowed his eyebrows as his hand feathered across the skin making me breath in deeply. His hands fell lower, to my thighs and rubbing the inside of my skin.
"It can not be ugly," Jon replied kissing the skin softly, the love so evident. "You got it protecting my sister, it shows every inch of how selfless and beautiful you truly are," He looked up and me and I nearly cried at his words. He moved back up and kissed me, his lips so soft and movements so smooth. One of his hands stroked my inner thigh touching me between my legs. His movements were loving, everything I ever wanted. Sighs left my lips as he stroked me, playing with me. Sighs turned to moans as he nipped and sucked at my skin. His fingers faster dipping into my sex. I moaned deeply in his mouth. Soon I was writhing and grinding against his hand, begging silently for more. My breathing so heavy and body beginning to tense. I let go and Jon took me through it, his kisses soft. When I gained my breath I gestured for him to lie down, I straddled him sitting on his thighs. I stroked his face and his shining skin. Everything I ever wanted. He looked up at me, his scruffy face and dark eyes so full of adoration. I took his member, lowering myself down on it slowly. Jon lightly grabbed my hips eyes on me. I began to move and soft sighs left his lips. Circling my hips and his hands on my hips, we were together. Only for tonight. Together we moaned and allowed ourselves this last night. When he finished he lightly pulled me next to him, his hands softly stroking my hair. "I love you," We whispered to each other as we drifted into a dark sleep.
I awoke the next morning, her dark hair splayed along the bed. I looked at her as her eyes fluttered open as I shook her gently. I wish she could stay, but she had to go. She smiled at me, her tired face as beautiful as ever. I kissed her, my hand on her cheek. When I pulled away she was still smiling. I went to get up, knowing I never wanted to leave. "Jon, wait," She said softly, I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back around to her. She had the blanket around her torso as she sat up. She touched my face, her thumb stroking my stubble. Her eyes searching my face. Not searching, but imprinting, remembering in her mind every hair on my face. "I want you to know that you are all I ever wanted," Her words so sweet, her skin glowing as she looked at me. "When my father died I thought that was it, but I got you. The brooding younger brother of the King of the North. I could not be happier than with you Jon," I smiled at her and she placed a kiss on my lips.
"I love you, I wish I could protect you everyday of my life," Her face flickered with love. I finally got up, knowing we both did not want her to go. I put clothes back on and so did she. She grabbed her bag and we headed out together. Sansa, the horses and the guards were waiting. I sent her off, my love. Renly was there to see his niece off and they rode away.
"She will be safer at home, with your family," I thought about the North and I was not so sure about that.
Our trip back to Winterfell was uneventful but long. Sansa spent out time speaking about her home that she had not seen in so long. When we arrived back the hold was alive, inviting two Lady's of Winterfell home. Sansa, Bran, and Rickon welcomed us home embracing their sister. Bran was acting as Lord of Winterfell, which he complained about at dinner. It was nice, quiet at Winterfell. But there was not Jon.
It was days before anything happened, Sansa and I just being able to relax but that was quickly shattered. "There is a letter, for Bran," The Maester stuttered, we were having breakfast, most of the Stark family present bar Rickon. We all looked to each other as Bran took the letter and stared at the sigil. I could see it from here, a flayed man. Bran looked at us and opened it and began to read.
"Lord Bran of Winterfell, We have yet to be acquainted, but we will. I ride for Winterfell after sunrise and intend on taking your hold. Unless you plan on sacrificing your men in a battle I expect your surrender. Ramsey Snow, House Bolton" Bran's voice shook as he read the words and he looked to Sansa and I.
"Get word to Robb, immediately," I spoke and Bran nodded to the maester. He ran off quickly to send a raven. "That's Bolton's Bastard," I noted but they already knew that.
"He is not going to make it back in time," Sansa reminded me, Jon was far away, nearly a week away. I looked to Sansa with a realising face. "What?"
"The Boltons, and the Freys," She nodded knowing these were the two houses rebelling so far. "Robb is never going to make it back, he needs the Twins to make it over," Bran looked at me, blue eyes wide. The Freys controlled the twins, meaning the King of the North would not be able to mobilise the army to the North.
"The bannermen?" Bran questioned and I shook my head. Robb mobilized nearly all of them, those left would need to defend their own holds. "Do we surrender?" Bran asked shakily. Both Sansa and I did not respond. Bran waved Hodor to help him up and I knew he was going to the Godswood. Sansa looked at me and I did not know what to say.
"The remaining men aren't going to want to surrender, they will fight or Ramsey will kill them anyway," Sansa reminded me, it was not my decision but Bran's. I walked to the nearby fire and stared in. I saw men taking Winterfell, men holding flayed men shields. We were doomed. I went to my quarters, watching the flames seeing if it told me anything. I was not sure how long had passed when there was a knock on my door. I said they could come in and it revealed Bran and Hodor. Bran got put down on the bed and Hodor exited.
"You are going to have to trust me," Bran spoke and I looked at him confused. "I see things, things that haven't happened and things I haven't seen," His blue eyes were serious as he looked at my face. I just nodded, I believe him. "Jon is going to be rumoured to be dead," He let the silence extend.
"What?" I asked shakily, thinking about the man I love.
"Jon is going to rumoured to die and it is going to spread across the North but he is not dead and he will not be, I promise you that much. I am not sure when but you need to understand he is not gone and you need to do what you can," I was trying to process this, understand what Bran was trying to say.
"What do I need to do?" I asked the younger boy.
"You will know when the time comes," He said simply, I could not even comprehend what the young Stark was telling me but I just nodded in disbelief.
We surrendered, we ordered our remaining men to run to the Hornwoods, the Manderleys, the Umbers. They were reluctant and swore they would fight for Bran Winterfell. We knew it was a lost cause, so we set them on a mission, find Robb, find Jon. Tell them what was going to happen here, get us help but for now they could do nothing. The siblings and I waited, Rickon desperately holding Sansa's leg, the poor four year old was traumatised already. They were all terrified, Sansa and Arya included. I saw the large gates of Winterfell open, the Bolton's banner flying through the gates. The flayed man, was that what was going to happen to us. I could see the two Lords first. Roose Bolton I could tell by descriptions of him, his balding head but strikingly cold eyes. He was terrifying. His son next to him with shaggy black hair but the same Bolton eyes. The both looked up at us, a smile on Ramsey's face so wide you would think he won something. I suppose he did. The attendants came in the castle first and spoke that Lord Bolton ordered the children to the dungeons, everyone but the two eldest females. My blood ran cold knowing what was going to happen. Arya fought desperately to stay with me and her sister. Sansa begged her to go but it was not until I told her that we would be alright that she left with the guards dragging her. She knew what that meant, I would protect Sansa. We stood in the main room waiting and it was Ramsey who entered. A smirking face of terror. "Here are the Ladies of Winterfell," Ramsey smiled darkly as Sansa and I were dragged closer. He looked at both of us, checking us both out. He looked at Sansa's red hair and her pale skin. He took a step closer to her and she cringed slightly looking at him. "You must be Lady Sansa Stark, just as beautiful as everyone says," He commented as he fingered her hair. Sansa stayed quiet, her body trembling slightly. I knew I had to do something, but not yet. "You will be my wife! A Stark and a Bolton, such a happy ending. With a Stark at my side I rule the North," He said, Sansa looked up in shock. I thought about Bran's words and I knew what he wanted me to do, what I had to do.
"Am I not pretty enough for you my Lord?" I spoke suddenly, Ramsey turned mechanically towards me, confusion on his face. He looked at me and I stood straight staring at him, a fake smirk on my face.
"And you are?" He questioned and I smiled, I could see Sansa shaking her head but ignored her.
"A Stark would help you control the North, but what if you had a Baratheon at your side. My family controlled the Iron Throne, I have the bloodlines," I spoke, Ramsey walked over his face set. I curtsied when he got near enough, bowing my head slightly. "Alysh Baratheon, Daughter of Robert Baratheon, true Princess of Westeros," I introduced myself, he tilted his head slightly.
"I thought you were married to Jon Stark, Ned's bastard," I remembered Bran's words, I had to remember what I would do.
"I was. But Jon is dead," Ramsey looked at me again touching my hair like he did to Sansa, but I did not cower away. "Marry me and you will have connect to the Iron Throne, you can rule the North before going onto greater things, Lord Bolton," He smiled slightly but I knew he was not convinced yet.
"Why would you betray the Starks like that?" He questioned, his breath on my face. I needed to act well, Ramsey was not a stupid man. I looked at his lips, pink and fat, before going back to his eyes, he noticed that.
"I have no love loss for Jon Stark, it was a marriage set up by my late Father. The Starks mean nothing to me, I want better things. You, Lord Bolton, are better things," I commented, I could hear Sansa suck in a breath which just added to my effect. Ramsey smiled then cruelly, his face so dislikable. He put his thumb on my lips, running it along it. I let him, a smirk planted on my face.
"It is decided then! I will marry you," He called out and I did not let out the breath of relief that I was holding. "Do not worry Sansa, there are other things for you," He commented, Sansa looked at me disbelief on her face. She looked at me her blue eyes searching mine. "Well well, I guess Sansa was not aware of your distaste for her family," Ramsey commented and I just looked away from Sansa to him.
"I suppose she was not," I said simply, Ramsey smiled and order for her to be sent to the dungeons. Leaving me alone with him. I stood still as the guards all left, watching Ramsey go and sit on the table that the Stark family owned. I held in my anger and pushed it away, I was doing this for them. He sat down, putting up his feet on the table before looking at me standing there. He gestured for me to come over and I did, staring at him.
"Tell me about yourself Lady Alysh," He spoke lowly as I walked around the table.
"My father always despised me, I was also the last child. I wanted to rule, I wanted to lead but I was a girl," I spoke lowly and seductively. I sat on the table, right next to Ramsey's feet, crossing my legs slowly and purposefully. He watched my movements a smile on his face. "You, Lord Bolton, take what you want. I like that," I purred to him, he was cruel and terrible. I knew that and yet here I was. He put his hand on my crossed knee, I resisted the urge to pull away.
"Do you take what you want my Lady?" He said leaning forward, his hand on my knee stroking slowly. I bit my lip and saw his eyes flicked to that before nodding slowly. He smiled bigger then, his hand on my knee pushed it off my other leg, pushing my legs wider. I complied slowly, drawing him in. He slowly stood as my legs widened and he stood between them, our eyes on each other's. He leaned forward and I gasped as he pressed his lips to my ear, biting the lobe sharply. "I like that," He spoke in my ear, his breath tickling my ear before he pulled away. He held out his hand and I took it, gracefully jumping off the table. "Come with me my Lady," I did and he led me out onto the balcony, where I stood with Jon before. He looked out onto Winterfell, his eyes scanning the grounds.
"It is all yours my Lord," I told him, hiding my anger as his men lowered the flayed men banners. He looked at me and smiled devilishly.
"It is," He spoke dreamily, I put my hands on the bannister and watched his hounds being brought into the kennel to join the wolves. He would probably kill the young wolves that the Stark's were training that stayed behind from the war. Ramsey was standing behind me, his blues eyes fixated on the people below. I turned around he looked at me, a smirk growing. I stared at his lips and his tongue darted out to lick it.
"Can I make a request my lord?" I asked slowly, and he looked at me stepping closer before nodding. "You like your hounds, and I have seen them at work, they are magnificent," I drew him in with my voice low and he was captivated. "The Starks bred wolves, I want one of them," I breathed he seemed to process my words.
"Why?" He asked breathily and I leaned forward my cheek inches away from his.
"Because I want it," I said simply and Ramsey wrapped his arm around me pulling my closer to his body. I gasped at his movement which just made him smirk. His hand in my hair tugging it, I relaxed trying not to freak out. His lips were so close to mine and my lips parted slightly. He nipped my bottom lip before turning me around and wrapping his arms around my torso. I was facing Winterfell again, I could see people look at us but I just held back the shame.
"You can have what you want, my lady," He whispered in my ear and I smiled. He unwrapped his arms from me, letting out a sigh. "I must go, do as you like," I nodded back slowly and he smirked. Once he entered back in to the castle and I was sure he could not see me I let out a breath that I was holding. What the fuck was I doing? I knew I wanted to see Sansa or Bran but I could not without raising suspicion. I tapped the bannister as I looked down and I decided to go and find the wolf. I went down passing all the unknown soldiers in my home. When I got to the kennel I could hear the cruel growling of the hounds, nothing like the wolves that used to be here. There was a solider coming out, dragging a crying wolf. It was her, the one that was pregnant. I stepped in front of the solider, blocking his path to go and kill the wolf. He looked up at me and narrowed his eyes.
"Get out of my way," He growled and I stood my ground.
"I request that you release the wolf," I said firmly and he just stared at me and smiled.
"And who are you? I am under orders of Lord Bolton,"
"I am Alysh Baratheon and I have permission from Lord Bolton to take a wolf. And I request this one," I spoke lowly, dating him to disobey. "Either release the wolf or disobey Lord Bolton," The man released the wolf and stormed out of the kennel. I smiled and grabbed a nearby rope and loosely tying it around the female wolf. I pet her and she seemed to calm down. I looked back in the kennels and I saw a girl leaning on the wall, I was sure she had just seen the interaction. She looked at me suspiciously before disappearing back through the back door. I brought the wolf with me and she happily trotted in the castle with me. A few of guards looked but did not dare say anything. I brought her to my quarters and prayed she was as quiet as Greng said she was. I found a bowl to put water in for her and she lapped some before laying down on the floor. I heard a sharp scream and I ran outside to see guards trying to drag off Rayne.
"What are you doing?" The men paused and looked at me then at each other.
"All the previous Stark servants are to be put into cells, if they do not cooperate then they can choose death," My blood boil and Rayne looked at me, her face scared.
"Release her," I said to them but they just looked at me. "Fine, I will speak to Lord Bolton," This time I did not need to because he rounded the corner.
"What is going on here?" He asked, looking from the guards to me, his head cocked slightly.
"You ordered us to escort all the Stark servants to the cells, my lord," The guard spoke lowly, watching his words careful. Bolton looked to me then and I composed myself.
"She is my handmaiden," Ramsey looked at Rayne and she looked terrified. He gestured for them to release her and they did. "Thank you my lord," I said softly and he narrowed his eyes.
"She worked for the Starks," He spoke lowly and Rayne looked at me.
"No my lord, she worked for me. She has no allegiances to House Stark," I lied and he looked to the girl.
"Bend the knee," He commanded and I nodded as she looked at me. She got on one knee. "You pledge allegiance to House Bolton and to me," She nodded and Ramsey gestured for her to stand. "This is her last chance," He warned me and I nodded firmly. He went down the stairs and disappeared. Rayne looked at me, the guards were looking away and I pressed a single finger to my lips. We both walked into my room and I went and sat on the bed. The wolf looked up before going back to sleep.
"Alysh?" I gestured for her to be quieter, the guards could hear us. "What just happened? Why did he listen to you?" I ignored her questions.
"If he ever asks, if anyone ever asks I never liked Jon. I despise living here and I despise the Starks. Promise me you will say it," She looked at me, I was deadly serious and she nodded. "We can never speak about this again," I spoke and she nodded again. I let out a breath, rubbing my face. I wanted to see the Stark siblings, they were alive for now but I was not sure how long that would stay that way. We stayed there, quietly together. Everyone we loved was detained and our entire home sacked. What was I going to do? A guard called me for dinner later, escorting me to the main room. Ramsey was there, so was his father and his step mother. I took a breath and planted a smile on my lips. Ramsey stood to greet me and I curtsied to his father.
"Lord Bolton, such an honour to meet you," He looked at me suspiciously but gave me a small nod. I kissed Ramsey on the cheek before we both sat down.
"So this is the woman?" His father asked, eyes like ice, and Ramsey nodded. "Alysh Baratheon, betraying the Starks was a large move what made you do it?"
"The Starks," I scoffed for effect. "They are strong militarily but they have no ambition. My father forced the marriage, he made me marry Jon, the bastard," Lord Bolton raised his eyebrows.
"Ramsey is a bastard," I turned to the bastard and smirked. Ramsey looked at me, blue eyes curious and waiting.
"Ramsey is a Bolton and he is ambition and strong. Jon is emotional and not driven," Ramsey smirked back, his hand on my thigh. His fingers lightly touching the fabric of my dress. Lord Bolton looked pleased and nodded to his son.
"What did you do with the Stark children?" Ramsey's father inquired, as we all began to eat. I feigned disinterest at the comment.
"They confined to cells, locked in," He says lowly, I did not see the fathers response but he did not protest. When we finished our food, Lady Bolton excused herself. Ramsey hand on my thigh rose, and I looked him my eyebrows raised. He looked at me under his eye lashes and I bit my lip. Lord Bolton was still there but Ramsey pulled me onto his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled my lips to his ear.
"With your father here?" I whispered, nipping his ear. He growled under his breath and pulled my hair back. My neck exposed he sucked at the skin. His father cleared his throat.
"Ramsey," Lord Bolton warned and Ramsey just glared back. I smirked at Ramsey and raised my eyebrows again, daring him. Ramsey grabbed my jaw, pulling me closer. I pushed the urge to panic away.
"You are a vixen," He growled lowly and leaned forward taking my bottom lip between his teeth. Before kissing me, I almost leaned back from the movement but instead kissed back roughly. Lord Bolton stood up, screeching the chair on the floor.
"Ramsey!" He called, Ramsey pulled away and raised his eyebrows at his father. "You will be married in a week, keep it in your pants until then," Bolton growled and Ramsey rolled his eyes.
"Like you did with my mother?" I smirked at Ramsey's comment and he just grinned back cruelly. But Ramsey did release me and I stood slowly, straightening my dress. I did not look at Lord Bolton, my eyes cast down.
"May I speak to you my Lady?" He asked, I looked up at him and back to Ramsey. Ramsey nodded and waved for me to go. I walked to Roose and he gestured for us to be out on the balcony. I took a breath, scared. The older lord held the door open and I stood against the bannister as he came over and stood across from me.
"Is there something wrong my Lord?" I asked with a slight tone, while I could be passive around Roose it would not really go with the persona I was selling to his son. Roose raised his eyebrows at my tone.
"I do not trust you," He spoke simply, I was not surprised but I was worried about his words.
"That's unfortunate my lord, your son seems quite taken with me," I said smirking slightly, Roose narrowed his eyes.
"You want something, it is obvious. This act you are putting on might work for him but it does not for me," My heart pounded in my chest but I just smiled innocently.
"There is no act my lord," I assured him, I drew my bottom lip into my mouth and I saw his eyes flick down. I could not believe what I was going to do. I took a step towards him as he looked down at me, his blue eyes confused. I brought my hands up to pretend to fix his shirt moving it back to place. My hands slid down his torso and his hand went to my jaw, grabbing it like he was going to ask me to stop. I looked up at him and saw his lust filled eyes. His hand on my jaw softened and his eyes slid to my lips as I parted them slightly letting my bottom lip pout. His thumb ran along my lip barely entering my mouth. I smirked, he lied he did fall for the act. I sighed softly as his thumb left my lips, he pulled away. Stepped back towards the door before looking back at me.
"Fuck," He whispered as he disappeared back into the castle. I took a massive breath thinking about what I just did. I stood straight and walked back into the castle looking at where Ramsey was still sitting, I went towards him with a smirk. He pushed me back on the table with his hand on my hip. I crossed my legs slowly and he raised his eyebrows.
"Did I tell you to cross them?" He asked, my heart pounded but I just bite my lip.
"No, but you did not tell me to open them," I sassed back and he raised his eyebrows.
"Open them," He commanded, I slowly uncrossed my legs and opened them slightly, Ramsey's eyes were fixated on my legs. There were guards everywhere but Ramsey did not care. "Wider," He spoke again and I did. I hated myself inside. He put his hands on my knees, pushing under the dress. I gasped as he ran them upwards, leaning back slightly. He smirked at my reaction, too bad it was fake and I wanted to sock him in the mouth. "My father thinks we should wait, what do you think?" He asked seductively, his hands high on thighs.
"We should," I spoke breathily, Ramsey raised his eyes brows. "Does not mean we have to," He smirked then and pulled me closer to him. His hands between my legs and I fought off the want to cry.
"We will," He spoke and he stood up and walked out of the room. I regained my composure, standing up and straightening my dress again. I miss you Jon, I am sorry. I walked back to my quarters, the castle quiet and dying. I undressed and lied in my bed, staring at the ceiling before crying silently. I knew what I was doing, I was trying to save all our lives but still it felt like shit and I was so ashamed. Days passed and Ramsey teased me and I played him. The wolf stayed in my quarters. I did not see any of the Stark siblings.
