Sansa was watching Winterfell from her window. Two days ago she had arrived at her "home". Now the Boltons were the ones who ruled the north, she had to face the man who betrayed her brother and mother.

Her new fiancé Ramsay, had left her a bit shocked, with his physique. He was not the most handsome but he was not ugly. Tomorrow they were getting married and they had only exchanged a few words. She had spent a lot of time comparing him to Joffrey, while he was blond Ramsay was brown, Joffrey was shorter than her, and Ramsay was the same height as her.

A knock on the door brought her out of her thoughts causing her to jump in place.

"Go ahead." She brushed her hair over her shoulder.

He hadn't left his room at all, only twice.

Seeing her fiancé's head peeking through the door, a knot in her stomach appeared.

"Allow me?" Ramsay spoke.

Sansa nodded.

-What is your presence due to, my lord.-

-You can call me Ramsay, you don't need to be so formal with me, Lady Stark.-

-You can call me Sansa.-

Ramsay approached her, never taking his eyes off her. When they were face to face with only a step away, Ramsay took her hand, making her start to feel nervous.

-I would like you to have dinner with me today, just you and me. Tomorrow we will get married and we should get to know each other better. Would you honor me with your presence?.-

Sansa thought about it for a bit, she wouldn't lose anything and in the end she was right they would get married tomorrow, they should talk a bit.

"Yes." she smiled looking up to meet Ramsay's eyes.

He gave her a small smile before kissing her cheek very close to the corner of her mouth.

-I'll come for you at nightfall.-

He left the room, Sansa fell on the bed with a long sigh, Ramsay had an incredible reputation, literally because he didn't believe everything they said about him, he had treated her very well, he even seemed like a goo. I hadn't seen that side.

Ramsay went to Miranda's room, she had been very angry since Sansa's arrival, and it amused him, he had spent the two nights since the redhead's arrival with Miranda, she had been too jealous.

Upon entering he found her looking out the window and inadvertently reminded him of Sansa. Miranda turned to him, she had a visible bruise on her neck and a cut on her jaw, but when they were done she didn't complain.

-You went to see her, didn't you?

-Yes.

He didn't much care about her jealousy or what she wanted or said.

- Do you think she's pretty?

-Of course, I'm not blind.

Miranda threw a glass at him but he caught it in midair.

"I've seen the way you look at her."

"She will be my wife, that will mean having to look at her from time to time." He smiled amused when he saw the scene Miranda was doing.

"Your wife…", "you couldn't call her that, she still isn't."

He smiled at her as he ran his tongue over his teeth.

"My wife will be Sansa, that means I will kiss her, I will look at her, and if I touch her like you, or more."

"YOU SAID YOU WOULD MARRY ME!" Miranda yelled furiously as she walked towards him. "I've waited for this moment since I was younger, and she comes along and ruins it, she doesn't know you like I do, SHE DON'T LOVE YOU LIKE I DO.

Ramsay was starting to get fed up, he took Miranda by the arm making the single girl moan from the force he used.

"You are nothing compared to her Miranda, if I marry you I will not be Lord of Winterfell, nor Guardian of the North, and our children will be simple bastards."

She broke free of his hold with tears in her eyes. "You promised."

"When I was a bastard, a Snow, now I'm a Bolton."

He took her by the neck, pulling her closer to him, making their breasts touch. He began to kiss her, not gently, but fiercely. They were quickly completely naked. While Ramsay enjoyed it, Miranda was hurt by the blows he dealt her. But he didn't care, he would put up with that and more for him, for his Ramsay.

Sansa was running her hands over her dress, it had been dark for almost an hour and she was waiting for Ramsay, it was a simple dress for her taste, but it was cute, it also had the Stark banner, the representative wolf. from them. It was blue, long sleeved with a slight neckline. Her hair was arranged on the sides, loose, except for two strands held together by a braid. His hair had already returned to its natural color.

She was running the brush through her hair again when there was a knock at the door. He immediately felt very nervous, he took a deep breath before answering."Go ahead."

Ramsay entered the room. He wore a black shirt with a leather vest and his house banner a man flayed in an X on his head, his cape and leather pants. He scanned her up and down and then smiled at her, which Sansa supposed was a good sign.

"My lady".He approached her to give her a kiss on the corner of her lips, making her feel a chill."Come with me".He said offering her his arm, she hugged him immediately.

Leaving the room a wave of cold hit her face, but she liked it, she missed the cold of Winterfell.

"May I know where we're going?" She ask smiling.

"I was told that you like the forest". He smiled back at her."Then we will have dinner in the forest, a romantic dinner under the stars". He looked at the sky and then looked at her.

He wasn't going to deny that she was beautiful, he loved her hair, he had thought of a thousand ways to fuck her and make her cry but his father's words came to mind. "If any tear that comes out of her eyes is your fault, I will take off my last name, if I see any bruise that you have caused her, you will be one more bastard, if you touch a hair without her wanting it, Ramsay, you will stop being my son, no, you will be nothing to the Bolton house, do you understand?" His father had made it clear to him that Sansa was the key to having the north, if those from the north saw her happy by their side, they would support and accept her, because she's a Stark, and the North wouldn't accept a Guardian whose last name isn't a Stark.

He sighed to look forward again. Sansa had regretted not taking her cloak or coat, as she walked through Winterfell, she felt an overwhelming urge to cry, but held back.

Neither of them said anything until they reached the place, Sansa had been too impressed, she never thought that Ramsay could do something like that.

It was a nice table with a red tablecloth, two chairs facing each other, candles on the table, and there were two Ramsay guards looking after the place.

Sansa couldn't help but smile, Ramsay liked to see her like this. He took her to the chair.-My lady.-He said helping her to sit down, then he sat down in front of her.-Did you like it?

She nodded as she admired the trees around her.

"I'm glad."

Ramsay looked at a guard. "Say we want to have dinner." The guard simply nodded to leave.

When their eyes met, she quickly looked down. Which he found amusing.

"Tell me, Sansa, did you miss Winterfell?"

"I missed people more, but yeah." she smiled sheepishly.

"Well, as we will be husband and wife very soon, I think we should not keep secrets, so I must confess something to you."

She quickly erased her smile, confusion and concern reflected on her face.

Steps were heard and she looked at them, what she saw turned her stomach, Theon Greyjoy.

She covered her mouth with her hands as she tried to control her breathing.

"Sansa is Reek, Reek I think you remember Lady Stark, right? She is the sister of the man you betrayed."

"Y-Yes sir."

Sansa was looking at Ramsay now, and he didn't know if it was anger or disgust, but he didn't like that look.

"Are you okay, my lady?"

"Why? Why is he still alive?" There was a lot of hate in his voice. "Not only did he betray Robb, he also murdered Bran and Rickon." A tear came out of her eye. He got up from his seat and looked at Theon.

"Because of you I lost two brothers".She looked down at Ramsay who was still sitting."And because of you my older brother and my mother."

She turned to leave, the guard walking towards her, but Ramsay stopped him, she had had the temper to face him and found him, fascinating, he liked her to have the temper, he liked her to face him. and he ran towards her to catch up with her, and he did so quickly.

"I remind you that it wasn't me, it was my father, besides my Lady I have a big surprise for you or rather news that I know will make you very happy, maybe that will also help in your relationship with Reek." He took her by the hand. "But I'll give it to you on our wedding night, could you come back to the table?"

She let him guide her, and as soon as she sat down she covered her mouth with her hands.

"I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said, I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry, I-"

"In agreement." Ramsay interrupted her, taking my hand.

"It was the moment and the anger, but I-"

"Reek, you can go, tell them I want to have dinner now." Stink nodded to get out of there as fast as possible. "You don't have to apologize, Sansa." he had loved that she had stood up to him, had awakened something inside him.

Sansa played nervously with her hands in her lap, she had felt a lot of sorrow, she had forgotten that she was more of a prisoner of the Boltons than their guest, she had forgotten that they could kill her so easily, she had forgotten many things.

When the servant entered with the food Ramsay realized that it was not just any lady, it was Miranda, he had told her that he had to have dinner with Sansa before leaving her in her room, she was here to complicate his night, she had decided to be here Now he would have to put up with it, thought Ramsay, seeing how Miranda looked at Sansa with disgust.

When Miranda arrived at the table, Ramsay took the opportunity to speak. "My Lady, you look very beautiful."

Sansa smiled shyly at him with a slight blush on her cheeks, after everything that had happened that night she was too nervous. Miranda glared at Ramsay but he just smiled at her. She finished serving and before leaving she spoke again.

"Stay here in case my fiancee or I need something."

She gave a very fake smile before nodding, now she felt like the same shit, and she was so angry and jealous.

Sansa's mouth watered at the sight of the piece of meat with salad in front of her, she hadn't eaten anything since morning.

"This is delicious," Sansa spoke up.

"I hunted it myself." Ramsay smiled at her making her feel uncomfortable.

"Can I ask you something, my lord?"

He nodded as he swallowed.

"Can the enchantment ceremony be cancelled?" Seeing Ramsay's confusion, she spoke again."I mean, I'd like it to be just the two of us, I don't want to have to be undressed on the way, I don't like it".

Ramsay smiled at her before speaking. "It will be cancelled."

She smiled back at him.

Neither of them spoke as they ate, but he wanted to meet her as much as she wanted to meet him.

"My father told me you are virgin."

Sansa choked on her piece of meat, prompting Ramsay to call for Miranda to pour her wine.

"Yes." She answered after calming down.

"Why? If I'm not mistaken, you was married to the demon Lannister."

"He was very kind, he never touched me."

He nodded slowly. "So I'll be the first?"

Sansa blushed too much, causing Ramsay to let out a small laugh.

"Do not worry my Lady, he assured you that you will be fascinated."

Sansa, who was drinking wine, heard this and spat it out, causing it to fall on Ramsay's vest.

"I'M SO SORRY." She got up from her place to walk towards Ramsay. The blush still hadn't left her cheeks and only increased, making Ramsay not angry, but he found it very amusing to put her in these kinds of situations. Miranda almost ran towards him, pushing Sansa away, who looks at her very confused and annoyed, she had almost pushed her to get to him, with a rag she began to clean the wine. Ramsay seemed too amused by the situation.

"I can do it." Sansa touched Miranda on the shoulder. "I spit the wine out on him, what I have to do is help him."

"Oh no my lady, that's my job."

Miranda turned her back on Sansa again. The redhead hadn't liked how the maid had been looking at her since she arrived and now that she wasn't paying attention to her, it only annoyed her more.

"Oh, my apologies, but I spit in his face, I should clean it up."

He gripped her shoulder tighter again. Forcing her to get up, he grabbed the rag with great force. "You can go back to your place."

Sansa pulled her chair up to stand next to Ramsay and sat down.

"I am so sorry, my Lord." He smiled at her to go back to cleaning. He had a few drops on his jaw and mouth.

"I'm not used to that kind of comments my Lord."

"I told you to call me Ramsay."

She nodded as she wiped a drop from his lip.

"You should get used to those kind of comments, because I plan to make a lot, Sansa."

She looked down noticeably embarrassed, he took her chin to force her to look at him. He slid his finger down her cheek to her lips, moved dangerously close and kissed the corner of her lip, but this time he was kissing more than half of her lips. lips. They separated and she went back to her place without looking at him, she only heard how the maid left. They spent dinner talking about the wedding preparations and things they liked, Ramsay made Sansa blush and laugh many times, and he liked it, he liked that she smiled as she lowered her notoriously red gaze.

When they finished, a single man followed them to Winterfell and escorted her to the door of her room.

She opened the door to her room and turned to bid Ramsay farewell. She wasn't going to deny that she had had a good time and that Ramsay had made her feel things. She was going to speak but he kissed her. She was hungry to make him feel funny. with her, that he wouldn't get bored of her, that she always surprised him, that he wanted to like her. That would secure her future at Winterfell.

He received her very well, his hands rested on her waist and intensified the kiss. They parted when they needed air, Sansa was noticeably flushed and had a small smile on her face.

"Sleep well, Ramsay," She said before closing the door.

She threw herself on the bed, and she touched her lips, she had liked kissing him, she had liked it more than any kiss.

Ramsay wasn't expecting the kiss, but he wasn't going to complain, he was starting to like Sansa's attitude, even inside of him something had started to grow for Sansa. It had left him wanting more, so now he was heading to Miranda's room, who would be very happy to see him and have him.