The Dreadfort's Heir

Though he had figured it would happen, Ramsay enjoyed his marriage to Alyssa, a lot more than he thought he would. There didn't seem to be a down-side to the arrangement, theough he had thought if was all over when the fucker Whitehill brought the youngest Forrester with him to Winterfell. Luckily, the boy didn't open his mouth, and Alyssa was oblivious to what was going on beyond Winterfell. Ramsay smirked when he thought about how agressive Alyssa had become just over a small boy. He leaned back in his chair and spotted the Bastard who was one of Alyssa's sworn-swords. Given the time, Ramsay was guessing he just woke-up.

"Snow!" Ramsay called out, his smirk grew when the Bastard stopped and aproached him.

"Yes, Mlord?" the Bastard looked a bit nervous.

"What was your name again, Snow? Gendry, was it?" Ramsay guessed.

"Yes, Mlord," Gendry repeated, but nodded.

"Take a seat," Ramsay ordered, he eyed Gendry skeptically. His wife's sworn-sword looked a bit uncomfortable, making Ramsay chuckle, "Don't worry about being late." Gendry sat across from him and Ramsay pushed a plate in front of him, "Do you know who your father is?"

"No, Mlord," Gendry shook his head.

"Do you know much about me?" Ramsay asked.

Gendry shook his head again and repeated, "No, Mlord."

Ramsay grinned, "I was a Bastard myself. A Snow, like you. I'm my father's only living child, so he made me into a Bolton."

"If only we were all so lucky," Gendry didn't seem too comfortable.

It was as if Gendry could feel the true threat Ramsay was. Good. The main thing that actually had Ramsay feeling agressive was that Gendry and Bronn could very well be a threat to his relationship with Alyssa. The Bastard shifted under Ramsay's gaze.

"I hope you realize how important Alyssa's safety is, and what I'll do to you if she's harmed or taken away," Ramsay's eyes flashed. "Or if the sanctity of our marriage is threatened in any way."

"I... don't fully understand," Gendry frowned.

"Just protect my wife, that's your only job," Ramsay stated. "Anything else is my job. Are we clear?"

Gendry looked truly confused, as though he really had no idea what Ramsay was saying.

"I see that the two of you are getting along," Alyssa's voice came through the door before Ramsay could reword himself.

He jumped to his feet almost as fast as Gendry did as Alyssa came into the dinning hall with Bronn behind her. He couldn't help but smile when he looked at his wife, knowing that the wolf was no one else's made him determined to keep her that way. He had been ready to tell Gendry exactly what would happen to him if he intended to try to fuck Ramsay's wife, there would be no end to the pain Ramsay would inflict on the Bastard. Yet, Alyssa wasn't the kind of woman to become a whore. Starks were honorable, but that didn't mean that Ramsay had to trust the young Bastard who protected his wife.

"As much that is possible," Ramsay smirked at Alyssa.

"Would you like to join us for a walk? I'm growing stir-crazy," Alyssa smiled back at him.

"I would love to," Ramsay took ahold of her hand. "We can't have you going crazy."

Ever since Ramsay had fucked her for the first time, he felt as though she had been the one thing on his mind, craving more of her. No matter how many times Ramsay took Alyssa to his bed, he felt as though there was more of her he could have. But since Gendry and Bronn arrived, they cut into the time that Ramsay got ensuring Alyssa fully trusted him. He was perfectly capeable of protecting Alyssa himself, especially if she stayed at his side. Where she belonged.

"A little bit of craziness is good at times, but I'm sure crazy people have fun too," Alyssa laughed a bit.

"Aye, Your Grace, you're right there," Bronn chuckled. "Most are crazy these days."

Alyssa seemed to get along with the sworn-swords, a lot more faster than she had with Ramsay, the trust was already there, no questions asked. He took a deep breath, why the fuck was he jealous over two nobodies? "Let's get you outside."

"Are you okay, Ramsay?" Alyssa frowned at him, picking up on his mood.

"I've never been better," Ramsay lied with a bright smile. He didn't care for the spark of jealousy he felt over losing time with Alyssa as her protector.

Ramsay gave Bronn and Gendry a cold glance as he grabbed his wife and kissed her possessively, not really surprised when the two men looked away. Perhaps they really had no interest in anything other than protecting her as they claimed. Ramsay half-expected Alyssa to shorten the kiss or to shy away, but instead she responded passionately, stirring Ramsay's hunger for her more. She was oblivious to the fact that he was being possessive and jealous, showing anyone who watched that she belonged to him alone. If anyone tried to take Alyssa away from him, not even the Gods would be able to help them. She was his, as she had said when they were wed, until her last day.