Ramsay had managed to find a new dress for Rose. He had given it to Myranda and demanded for her to make her wear it that night. Rose had been in bed for the entire evening, crying herself to sleep and praying that Ramsay didn't come back to her. He hadn't disturbed her that morning, but Myranda had informed her that he demanded her presence that evening.

Ramsay had watched Myranda closely, wondering whether or not she had anything to do with Rose's sudden discovery. He would watch her squirm for a while. He would sit back and watch her. She was bound to trip up eventually and Ramsay had time to wait for that moment.

"I won't wear it." Rose snapped as soon as Myranda hung up the fine dress outside her wardrobe. "I won't dine with him and I won't be with him."

"Lady Rose," Myranda sighed. "You need to do it. Lord Ramsay will be angry if you don't...he will hurt you..."

"Like he's hurt so many before?" Rose wondered and she shook her head. "Ramsay wouldn't hurt me like them."

"Do you know him?" Myranda asked.

"Evidentially not," Rose hissed back.

"Then why do you presume he will not hurt you?" Myranda wondered in a soft voice and Rose looked to her from where she rested on the bed. "He hit you, Lady Rose. He raped you."

Rose made an awful noise then and placed her hand over her mouth as she closed her eyes. Images of Ramsay forcing himself inside of her brought tears to her eyes and she struggled to breathe slowly. She took deep breaths and finally shook her head. The anger inside of her was overwhelming, but it was not as potent as the fear and shock.

"Get changed," Myranda urged her and pulled the furs back from Rose's body. "You have to get changed and go to the main hall."

"I don't," Rose said and closed her eyes before rolling on her side to face away from Myranda. "You can tell Ramsay that I do not want to dine with him as I am not hungry."

"M'lady-"

"-Do it," Rose interrupted before she could continue to argue with her.

Myranda sighed and smirked, looking to the fine gown she had hung up at the wardrobe. She nodded and left to go and find Ramsay, knowing full well that he would be angry. As soon as she had gone, Rose stood up and locked her door, bolting it shut to make sure that Ramsay couldn't get in. She backed away and noticed that her hands were shaking as she settled down in the corner of her room, grasping onto the wall as she slid down it and hooked her arms around her knees.

She waited patiently, knowing that Ramsay would come for her eventually. She was right. He knocked on the door after failing to open it. Rose remained silent as she sat in the corner, Ramsay's voice soft as he spoke through the door to her.

"Sweet Rose," he spoke to her. "Open this door before I knock it down."

"Leave me alone!" Rose demanded.

"You will have to come out eventually, Rose," Ramsay said to her. "I do not want to hurt you...anyone else...but not you..."

"I don't have to come out," Rose snarled back, knowing full well that she was lying. "I won't come out."

"Don't be silly," Ramsay said; his voice harsher this time and Rose winced as she heard a slam against the door. "I will put it a different way, Rose. If you don't open this door then I shall take your handmaiden...your beloved Theon...I will kill them all with no regret and lay their dead corpses at your feet."

Rose didn't know whether to feel horrified or angered. She settled on both as she stood up and felt her hands ball into fists by her side. She remained silent and shook her head back and forth. She stormed around her room, her hands moving to rake through her hair.

"Go to hell, you bastard!" she roared at him.

Silence fell over the room and Rose wondered if he had walked away. She wandered closer to the door and pressed her ear to the wood, wondering whether or not Ramsay had disappeared. But the door suddenly rattled as Ramsay's fists banged against it. Rose shrieked and backed away, wondering if he could manage to break the door down. Rose continued to yell loudly as Ramsay tried to barge his way in.

"Get yourself out here now!" Ramsay roared. "You do not speak to me like that. You are to be my wife! You shall show me respect!"

"No...no..." That was all Rose could whisper as Ramsay continued to push at the door.

She looked around the room for something to defend herself with, but she found nothing. It was then when she noted that Ramsay had managed to destroy the door down. She yelled as he stormed into the room and looked over to her. She raced to hide around the other side of her bed as Ramsay glowered over to her, his eyes wide with anger and his face red with frustration.

"Things will be a lot easier if you simply cooperate, Rose," he promised her.

"Leave me alone," she demanded. "Get out now. I don't want anything to do with you...and I...I shall write to your father...I will tell him everything-"

"-Do you think that he doesn't know?" Ramsay dared to ask of her. "He knows everything. It is just you, Rose...just you who has no idea about anything...I had liked that about you, but right now I am not too keen."

"The feeling is mutual," Rose promised and she saw him begin to walk around the bed.

She acted quickly, climbing across it as she ran to the doorway. Ramsay was clumsy as he turned on his heel and lunged for her, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her to the floor with him as he lost his footing. Rose squirmed against him as he held her to the floor, her nightgown askew on her body as Ramsay looked down to her.

"How long shall your petulant behaviour go on for?" Ramsay asked her. "You are more stubborn than your husband. He screamed this morning...when I told him what I had done to you...I think he likes you, Rose. Was that your intention all along? To find yourself falling for him?"

"You know that is not true," Rose said. "But you should let Theon go. He has done nothing to you."

"Why would I do that?" Ramsay wondered. "Theon is a valuable asset."

"Just let him go."

"You don't make the demands, Rose," Ramsay whispered softly. "And if you keep acting this way then I won't be happy...and if I am not happy...well...you do not want to know, Rose. You truly do not want to know."

"What would you do to me?" Rose dared to ask. "Would you cut my finger off? Rape me until I understand? Flay me?"

"My sweetling," Ramsay chuckled as he ran his hand down her cheek and she inhaled a sharp breath as he trailed a finger along her collarbone. "I would never want to mar your pretty pale skin and mark you...no...I value you too much, Rose."

"Do you?" Rose wondered. "If you value me so much then let me go."

Ramsay laughed hysterically then, his body shaking as he shook his head and flipped Rose over so that she was on her stomach. He began to tug her nightgown up her body as she fought weakly against him.

"I don't value you that much, my sweet."

...

Rose had been given no option but to change into the gown. Ramsay had watched her once he had finished with her. She sat to his right as the men also ate and laughed about things Rose did not find funny. She occupied a seat at the head table, but she barely picked at her food. The tight red dress she wore scratched her skin and she felt sick at the thought of wearing it.

Ramsay had clamped his hand onto her thigh, stroking her skin through the material of her gown as he conversed with a man to his left. Rose hadn't bothered to touch her food, finding that her appetite had gone. Ramsay occasionally leaned over to kiss her softly on the lips and she had no option but to sit still and let him.

Myranda was at one of the further tables and she watched as Ramsay showed the girl affection and she did nothing but reject it. She was foolish and she had no understanding. When would Ramsay see that? When would he see that the girl was not worth his time?

"I want to see Theon," Rose suddenly demanded as the meal neared an end and Ramsay had kissed her again.

"I think not," Ramsay replied.

"What can I do?" Rose asked. "You would not let me free him. I want to see him...and..."

"And what?" Ramsay wondered. "Comfort him? Feed him?"

"If I must," Rose said. "Do you intend to break him? Do you intend to ruin him beyond recognition? What if he was the one hurting you-"

"-He hurt me once before," Ramsay promised her. "He took you from me and married you. He forced his cock inside of you and tried to get you with his heir. Do you think that should go unpunished, Rose?"

Rose was about to argue with Ramsay, but she saw no point. What point was there? He wouldn't let her do as she pleased anymore. He would keep her under his gaze until the end. It scared Rose. She was frightened of the man she had once loved.

She made a move to stand and all the men turned their gaze to her as she swept from the hall. Ramsay finished his cup of wine and stood too. He followed her from the room and caught up with her as she wandered down the corridor, her skirts swaying behind her as she went.

"Rose." He called her name, but she continued to walk.

He saw that she was heading in the direction of the stables and he wondered if she truly was foolish. It seemed that she was. As soon as she turned the corner he saw her begin to run. She had hiked her skirts up to her knees and she was running with haste, her slippers almost falling from her feet as she went.

Ramsay chased after her, cursing how fast she was as she entered the courtyard and moved to the stables. She flung the door shut behind her, but Ramsay had caught up by then. He pushed his foot into the door as Rose tried to shut it. Pushing it with force, Ramsay saw Rose topple backwards and into the hay.

She began to crawl through the hay as Ramsay pressed his foot to her back to stop her.

"You've made me dirty your pretty dress now," he complained and Rose sobbed as he kept his foot on her back. "If you are so eager for a ride then I shall take you tomorrow morning...perhaps we can even chase someone? Would you like that?"

"No," Rose sobbed. "I don't want to...stop it...just stop it..."

"Stop what?" Ramsay asked. "I have done nothing to you, Rose. I have not hurt you like I have hurt the others. You're special...but if you continue to act so defiantly then I shall change that..."

He grabbed her hair again and picked her up to her feet, spinning her around to press her against the wall. Her cheek was squished against the wall as Ramsay hands moved around her waist and splayed on her stomach. He bent down to whisper in her ear and Rose felt him harden against her back.

"Now...you can nod and agree with me right now, Rose," he whispered to her. "You can nod and I shall take you to my chamber and you can spend the night with me. I will even be gentle with you tonight...but if you shake your head..."

Ramsay made a low tutting sound and Rose closed her eyes.

"I will let you spend the night with Theon...tied to a cross...and I won't hesitate to flay that pale skin of yours...regardless of how I don't want to...but you would understand then..."

Rose gulped as Ramsay moved her hair from her face and he searched her gaze, noting the tears in her eyes as he stroked her cheek.

"So...nod or shake your head, Rose," he urged her.

His smile widened as he saw her slowly nod after a few minutes. It would all be too easy.

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A/N: Thank you so much to everyone reading and do let me know what you think!