A/N: Finally updating! Thanks for the support and I hope you enjoy it :)
Elyana sat in her new chambers, tears stained her face but she was no longer crying. There were no more tears left, she felt numb. All this time, people had told her to stay away from Ramsay but she hadn't listened to them and now she was paying the price.
She was crouched in the corner of room, between her bed and the wall. Ramsay had locked her in, making sure that she couldn't escape. Elyana couldn't think straight, worried about the things that Ramsay wanted to do, although she had a feeling. The rumours crept into her brain, torturing her mind. What if everything they said was true? Elyana shuddered at the thought.
"Elyana, are you ready?" Ramsay said calmly from outside the room. Elyana shook at the sound of his voice, pulling her knees in tighter to her chest. "We don't want to keep our guests waiting, do we?"
"N-no," Elyana stuttered, eyeing up the burgundy dress hanging over the chair, in the opposite corner.
"So, are you going to get ready or do I have to get angry?" he replied, no emotion in his voice whatsoever.
"I-I need help."
"Help with what, my lady?"
"I need help with my dress," she muttered, already sensing the smugness on Ramsay's face.
"Will you be good?" he questioned. Elyana heard the key enter the lock and nodded, frowning to herself when she realised that he wouldn't be able to see her.
"Yes, Ramsay."
This seemed to satisfy Ramsay as he quickly opened the door, causing Elyana to climb onto her feet, not wanting to look weak. Ramsay entered the room and eyed Elyana in her dirty white slip. Elyana looked down at her feet, cheeks red in embarrassment.
"Right, my dear. First, you will have to get out of those dirty clothes," he smirked, a dark flash in his eyes.
Elyana gingerly pulled the straps of her slip over her shoulder, letting the thin fabric fall to the floor. "Please," she whispered, trying to cover her body.
"Elyana, you are to be my wife. There is no need to be embarrassed," Ramsay snapped, a sharp tone taking over from his once calm voice. She only nodded, watching cautiously as Ramsay stepped toward her.
His eyes never once left Elyana's body as he picked up the dress. Ramsay smirked to himself watching as she shifted uncomfortably in the spot. He gestured for her to put on the dress and she did so, slowly, with a small frown on her face.
Once the dress was in place, Ramsay pulled at the laces on the back of the dress, causing a startled gasp escape Elyana's mouth. With a small chuckle, he did it again, getting pleasure from the noises coming from the frightened girl in front of him. When he was finished, he rested his hands on her waist, sensing her body tense under his touch.
"Now that wasn't so hard now, was it?" Ramsay spoke quietly, his hot breath lingering on her ear, making her shudder.
"N-no," Elyana whispered. She closed her eyes tightly, hoping that he would let her go soon.
"Let's go attend to our guests, shall we, my dear?"
Elyana nodded as Ramsay lead her toward the great hall, her breath coming out in short, sharp gasps. She tried to calm herself down but it just wasn't working. From what she understood, Roose was throwing a party to celebrate their upcoming wedding and had only invited his loyal allies, which, to Elyana meant that they were cruel and heartless, too.
The large doors were opened, letting Ramsay and Elyana enter the hall. Ramsay smiled at his guests but Elyana just focused on trying to keep a straight face. Inside, she felt like she was going to burst out crying at any moment.
"Ah, I see you've managed to bring Lady Westwood out of hiding," Roose said, watching Elyana closely, making her feel more uncomfortable than she already was.
"Yes, father." Ramsay didn't speak much with his father before dragging Elyana off to a table at the top of the room. They sat in silence as they watched their guests dance. Elyana tried desperately to find someone she knew, these were supposed to be people of the North. She heard a boisterous laugh come from the side of her and she let out a gasp when she saw who it was. Ludd Whitehill. Elyana frowned when she saw a trembling Ryon Forrester standing next to him.
"Ramsay, why is Ryon Forrester with Lord Whitehill?" Elyana asked quietly. Ramsay chuckled then brought his cup up to his lips.
"Oh, the Forrester's needed to learn a lesson."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that my father is Warden of the North so every Northern House has to listen to his every word," he sharply replied, gripping onto Elyana's thigh tightly. "Why does it bother you, my sweet?"
"The Forrester's are our friends." Elyana was surprised by her sudden confidence, what she should have said was that she was just asking and that it didn't bother her.
"Then I guess you wouldn't want to know about Ethon?"
"What about Ethon?" Elyana whimpered.
"I stuck my knife in his throat. He was a stupid little lord." Elyana couldn't believe it. She tried to calm her breathing down once again but she couldn't, she wanted to scream. She wanted Ramsay to pay for what he had done. Ethon was just a boy and he took his life, just like that.