He couldn't quite believe what had just happened, the tension in the courtyard filled him with unquantifiable amounts of glee, this may be the best day of his life he thought to himself as he glanced to his wife who had silent tears streaming down her face. Oh his naughty little actress. They had a secret no one else knew of and he loved it. He took a deep breath waiting for Stannis to pass judgement but what happened next felt his face the colour of ash…gods be damned she'd done it again.

Stannis tensed as he looked out over the appalled crowd "Did you act alone, with no instruction from any other party?"

Myranda shook her head, "No I did not act alone, my actions were sanctioned by another, one who wished to see the North fall, I was promised that should I remove Lady Sansa and Lord Roose, that I would be the next Lady of Winterfell. As long as….I gave them Lady Sansa Starks head." Myranda fell to her knee's still watching Sansa who gave her the most subtle of nods that even Ramsay barely caught.

The crowd gasped as an uproar started, Ramsay could see himself stiffen his feet seemingly melted to the floor, he felt a cold shudder run through him that he had never experienced before. Glancing around he knew that should Myranda say his name, he would not be able to fight his way out, not with the thousands of men stannis had waiting beyond their gates. His men were not assembled, a few hundred stood in the courtyard now but the rest still lay in his camps beyond the woods. He would never be able to get word to them in time.

He glanced over at Sansa, who looked at him with cold blue eyes and a smirk that showed she knew exactly what he was thinking. He growled, she was enjoying this, she was taking pleasure in watching him squirm, just as he had her.

Stannis brought up his hand to quieten the crowd. "Who's instructions were those" his glare penetrated the girls very sole and she wept in front of him her words a gasp "Cersei Lannister…the queen regent."

The crowd fell into uproar, shouting, screaming, beats of drums echoed across the courtyard as Stannis drew his sword and muttered words that could barely be heard above the crowd.

Sansa threw a forceful look to Ramsay, before instantly swooning and falling to the floor at the news, she smirked as Ramsay caught her, several servant girls rushing to her aid. She smiled, as though anyone could think the news of Cersei wanting her dead to come as a shock.

By the time she rose, Myranda's decapitated body was being tied to a wooden pole as fire wood was scattered around the base.

Stannis stood before her with his dozen men and bloody sword, she smiled "Thank you, for bestowing your justice, my King" Sansa dropped to a curtsey as she glared toward Ramsay. He had a split second to consider it but knew his options were none. He bent the knee, kneeling in front of Stannis. Rising he smiled through gritted teeth, "The North stands with you my king."

Sansa ushered Lord Stannis and his men inside to where a lavish feast was waiting, music played as they took their seats. She could feel the tension building as Ramsay sat by her side, his polite conversation becoming strangled, he did not like not knowing what was taking place around him, he did not suit losing control especially to her. She stood up silently raising her hand to her stomach and her other nervously to her mouth, "My king I must excuse myself, I am suddenly nauseas" Stannis nodded curtly as Ramsay dutifully rose beside her and followed her from the room. Ramsay's personal guard seemed to have made fast friends with Stannis's men who all sat drinking, talking and crudely handling serving girls across the hall.

He stopped her the moment they reached the other side of the doors, his eyes dark his grasp on her shoulders frim, pulling her into a small empty stable room he grimaced "What…was that? We do not fight for Stannis, we are the North!"

His wild eyes gleamed as he watched her smirk.

She wasn't afraid of him, not at all, there was nothing he could do to her tonight, not now, not with Stannis's men sat only meters away and Stannis himself there."

"Be careful Ramsay, need I remind you that you are unaware of my plan, if you disable me now you will be left to face this alone and I don't imagine that will end well." She seethed, her face inches from his as he looked taken a back at her tone toward him. "You need me" she whispered menacingly and he felt sick as he realised it was true.

His eyes remained firm "We do not fight for Stannis, we are the North, I am the warden of the North, it is my land, my men, my choice." His voice was loud as her hot breath hit her skin.

Her eyes rolled and she watched him tighten his fist, she smiled as she spoke sweetly "You don't see anything do you?" she turned her back to him her long dress skirting around her as she turned rolling her eyes "What am I saying, of course you don't, you were taught to fight, you're a warrior" her eyes skirted over him as he turned a dark shade of crimson with frustration "You weren't raised to play this game were you? I forget sometimes" Her frozen eyes glared at him as she tensed her long neck and spoke through gritted teeth "You're the warden of the North because I made it so, consider how many time so far this evening I could have had you killed." Her words hit him like a knife as he flew forward forcing her against the stone wall, his hands wrapping around her throat and releasing only when he felt the brush of her swollen stomach against his chest.

She gasped for breath contempt filling her eyes as she spat words at him "Your father was made Warden of the North Ramsay, until mine and Tyrion's son came of age that was the proclamation of the small council, you were never to inherit this, that's why you were naturalised. You didn't know about that did you?" She watched his face fall "You have lands and men now but you won't, when the other Northern Lords turn on you…which they will the moment Cersei Lannister officially pulls her allegiance to our house, which she already has in Kings landing, she ordered Petyr to retrieve both of our heads the day she heard of our marriage."

She watched as the information sunk in and Ramsay moved backwards across the room. Her voice strengthened, darkened and assaulted him in the most crippling manner, "You are not a Lord Ramsay, you are a Bastard with an insatiable talent for war and winning. I can make you a Lord, a real Lord in your own right. With me to hide the short comings of your illegitimate birth, to fill in the lapses in your education, to cover your lack of grace, poise and ceremony we can rule the North… but without it, you will fail. You have your strengths, ones that will surely keep us both alive at many points but do not be arrogant enough to believe you will be accepted, not by them, not in Kingslanding. You are no better than a child learning to read with half an alphabet, no matter how much you bully, torture or manipulate those around you…you still can't read properly you're just faking your way through it and hoping for the best but you will get caught out, Kingslanding is not the North, you won't survive it"

She moved close to him until her face was but inches away from his, she reached down the dagger that lay in his belt and pressed it to his hand raising it to her throat as she starred into his eyes "Ramsay, enter that hall by my side and trust me, or kill me now but know this, if you ever lay a hand on me again, I will have you killed."

Her eyes were full of fire as he growled at her, "Say it" he spat "Say that I am Lord Bolton, Ruler of the north."

Her thin lips curled into a smile as she whispered "You are a rabid wolf, on the end of my tether but with me guiding you, we will rule over more than just the North."

She felt the blade drop from her neck as he stepped aside, following her back to the hall as she left.