Sansa had decided to have breakfast in her room, she didn't want to see Ramsay, she wanted to surprise him. Or at least try.

Three maids were in her room, while she observed every detail of her dress, it was more gray than white, she had loved it. It had a light coat of a slightly darker color. It had a lot of little details, like a little wolf at the bottom of the dress. It had two layers, the first was light gray, it was very tight, the second was a lighter fabric, almost transparent. With different designs that marked her waist and breasts. Her maids combed her hair into a bun in the shape of small circles, kept it small on purpose, and fitted her with a tiara given to her by Roose Bolton. In a few hours he would become her father by law.

With the help of the women who accompanied her, she put on the dress, looked at herself in the silver mirror and sighed. She imagined her mother qualifying Robb's dress with a compliment, Arya sticking her tongue out or making a face at her and making fun of her, Rickon giving her a kiss on the cheek, Bryan hugging her, and Jon saying she looked beautiful. She was never very close to him, she regretted how she had treated him in the past, now she and he would probably be the only Starks alive and she didn't care one bit anymore that he was a bastard to her, she always would. . be. her brother, and now she would love for him to smile at her or hug her. A tear slipped down her cheek and one of her ladies quickly wiped it away.

There was a knock on the door and Theon appeared, one of Ramsay's guards had come to tell him that he wanted Theon to take her away. What could she do, refusing was not an option.

He took a deep breath before taking Theon's arm, he was already more Theon than Reek, he had bathed and now he was wearing a very nice suit.

They walked to the tree where their mother prayed. The ceremony was small, just guests and important people, but she noticed that the maid from the night before was looking at Ramsay almost formally crying.

Theon carried her until she was facing Ramsay. The priest was at Ramsay's side, between him and Roose. He should be thankful to his father didn't deny that he was physically attracted to Sansa, any man who saw her would admit that she's beautiful.

-In the presence of the Seven, I link these two souls, uniting them for eternity. Look at each other and say the words-

Sansa felt a big hole in her stomach, but she didn't care.

-Father warrior blacksmith. Strange old mother.- They spoke at the same time.

-I am hers and she is mine.-

-I am his, and he is mine.-

-From this day until the last of my days.-

Although Ramsay had been fantasizing about her ever since the night she kissed him, he would really enjoy this kiss but it would be something smaller, they were in front of quite a few people and Sansa was a lady. Their lips touched and his hands rested on her waist. Sansa had a strange taste of lemon, , Ramsay thought as he kissed her. They parted when they heard the applause and shouts of the people.

Ramsay was sitting next to his now wife, she was laughing as she watched the people dance. His father was on the other side with his wife Wanda Frey. When he stopped hearing his wife's laugh he turned to her, she was exchanging glances with Theon. , both smiling at each other, for some reason he wanted all their attention to be on him, it was their wedding day, plus he should be hating Theon for what he did to her. His hand on her thigh very close to her crotch, capturing all her attention, she looked at his hand and then his eyes, he could see the nerves on her face, which was flushed.

Miranda made her appearance to serve them more wine, Ramsay took the opportunity to bother them both, he liked to put them in a situation, make them uncomfortable, Miranda decided to go see them, she decided to stay close to them, she has to assume the consequences, , Ramsay gently squeezed Sansa's thigh, and whispered in her ear.

"Maybe it's time to go to bed," he whispered.

Sansa hid her face in her husband's neck, it was redder than usual. Ramsay smiled to himself seeing her in that state, looking up, Miranda was looking at her with hatred, jealousy and anger.

"We don't want any more wine, you can go." Ramsay spoke, smiling at Miranda.

She nodded, but "accidentally" knocked the wine glass onto Sansa's dress. The redhead jumped to her feet letting out a sharp cry that made everyone turn towards her.

-YOU STU-

"I think it's the signal to withdraw." Ramsay took his wife's hand, interrupting her, in an attempt to calm her down.

Everyone started clapping.

-The encanmamiento ceremony will be cancelled.-Rosee said. -For the bride and groom.-He said raising his glass.

-! FOR THE COUPLE! - Screams were heard.

The couple was followed by two guards sent by Roose, something that bothered Ramsay, he assured that his father wanted to see what the couple did or what they talked about if they consummated the marriage or not, Roose Bolton only cared that his son had a heir, a child with Sansa Stark, when the girl had it would not be of such importance, besides it would ensure her power in the North.

Arriving at the room, Sansa realized that it was Robb's old room. It was bigger than where she had been before, and she always wanted to have that window where she could see all of Winterfell.

"Your new room, my lady." Ramsay took her by the hand and led her into the room. "Ours, actually." He spoke again.

Sansa looked at her husband, she knew what was coming and she was too nervous, she felt the palms of her hands fill with sweat. And it made her even more nervous that Theon was still in the room watching them. She looked from her husband to him. Ramsay understood. that she wanted him out there.

-You can go Reek-. Reek almost ran out of the room after nodding, closing the door behind him.

Ramsay poured wine into two glasses, handed one to Sansa, and they both stood in front of the fireplace.

-Now we are husband and wife, Sansa, we must not have secrets between us.

The redhead nodded and then drank some wine, she was very nervous.

"Yesterday I told you that I would give you news on our wedding night, I will give it to you." He smiled at her. He passed his hand over his cheek. "I'll give it to you after we consummate the marriage."

Sansa smiled, she would have to do it sooner or later, she didn't know what Ramsay would be capable of, and yes, she didn't trust him, and it might take a long time to gain his trust, but tonight she would try to have Ramsay on her side, accept and enjoy Without objecting, she had heard what her husband was capable of, and she didn't want to know if it was true.

"Well." She put the glass down on the small table by the fireplace. "I'm all yours, Ramsay Bolton."

The redhead gave him a mischievous smile, before turning her back on him. "Could you help me with my hairstyle, I think it would be very inconvenient to have it when I pass by."

He moved dangerously close to her, simply loving the phrase "I'm all yours, Ramsay Bolton." the crown that her father had given her, she put it on the table, she could feel Sansa's nerves, she began to remove all the pins that held Sansa's hair, leaving it loose and with many curls. He had a certain liking for redheads.

Sansa turned to her husband. She watched him for a few seconds. He set the wine glass down on the table to meet Sansa's eyes. Forcing her to swallow hard, making Ramsay smile. He kissed her, off guard, but she continued the kiss. Ramsay ripped the cloak from her gown, without tearing it, and tossed it to the floor. He bit her lip gently, making her moan. He loved being first to Sansa, and he loved it. that made her nervous just by kissing her or looking at her. That moan was enough to make her want more, to turn her on.

With his hands he tried to unbutton Sansa's dress but he couldn't without seeing it, he had to turn Sansa around and start unbuttoning the dress.

"I'm going to order that your dresses don't have so many knots." He said with a laugh.

Sansa smiled even though she couldn't see it.

"Ramsay," she called almost in a whisper, but he heard her. Just as she finished unbuttoning, she turned around, not letting the dress drop. "Are you going to try not to hurt me?"

The nervous look with a twinkle in his eye made Ramsay give him as 'sincere' a smile as he could manage. Something inside him didn't want to see Sansa suffer but something also wanted to make her scream like everyone else, but she wasn't like the others, she was different, she was his wife and she was his.

He nodded slowly to kiss her again, she continued the kiss, letting the dress fall, trying to undo the ties on Ramsay's shirt. He helped her by taking it off no matter if it broke. denying that he always dreamed of marrying someone strong and muscular, Joffrey was skinny and weak and Tyron was a dwarf, there was not much to say.

"You like the view, my Lady." Ramsay smiled playfully at her, but she blushed. He kissed the redhead again, now it was a more passionate and less sweet kiss. torso, she wrapped her legs around his hips, continuing to kiss him. He squeezed her butt so he could lead her to the bed where he dropped it ever so subtly without leaving her lips. Sansa's hands went down to his pants and began to unbutton them, leaving him only in his underwear, she moved away from him only to direct her gaze to his member, she swallowed when she saw the large bulge. groan.

Ramsay wanted to play with her a little, to see her squirm with pleasure in his arms, to moan his name. He began trailing kisses along her jaw, her neck, and when he reached her chest he paused longer to caress them, Sansa letting out another moan. He went down leaving a trail of kisses down her abdomen and when He got to her crotch, he looked at Sansa, she was looking up at the ceiling, panting, and with her hands at her sides, her red hair looking brighter, and it was adorning. fourth. bed next to his face. His finger teased Sansa's flesh making her moan louder than any before, Ramsay massaged until Sansa cried out in delight.

shouted between moans.

- Yes, moan my name.

Hearing that, Sansa shuddered, but she couldn't think of anything other than the wave of pleasure she felt. Ramsay was face to face with Sansa again.

-This will hurt, okay? I will do it slowly.

Sansa nodded, as she closed her eyes, she had already heard about the pain it caused her the first time, and it scared her. Ramsay entered her and Sansa had to cover her mouth to stifle a cry of pain. A tear came out. on her cheek, and for some strange reason, Ramsay didn't find it satisfying or pleasurable to see her cry, it left him helpless. He continued to penetrate her. The moment Ramsay began to massage, a satisfied smile spread across Sansa's face replacing the pain, her hand freeing her mouth to travel to Ramsay's back. He began to make his movements faster and rougher. Sansa's hands left scratches on Ramsay's back, Sansa letting out screams, gasps and moans.

"Ramsay," she moaned before throwing her head back and rounding her back, she had climaxed.

Ramsay followed seconds later, collapsing next to her, both of them exhausted.

-You like it, my lady?

Sansa turned her head to look at him. "I didn't know such feelings existed." She gave him a toothy smile. "I think I discovered a new hobby."

Sansa sat on the bed, her back to Ramsay, for a moment she felt like a traitor to her family, moaning the name of a Bolton, being in bed with a Bolton, smiling at one. was his father, Sansa told herself over and over again.

Sansa changed into the strappy nightgown that was on the chair at the coffee table. He sat in front of the fire while he drank what was left in his glass of wine. chair.

-Bran and Rickon are alive.

Sansa spat out her wine. Fortunately not at Ramsay this time. She covered her mouth in surprise and her attention went to Ramsay.

"You're kidding, don't play with it." she smiled sadly.

Ramsay rose from his spot, crouching in front of Sansa, resting his hands on her thighs.

-It was the news that I was going to give you, your brothers are alive, Theon did not find them and he burned two other children, he burned them so that no one would recognize them. We are looking for them, to bring them.

A tear slid down the redhead's cheek, she took her husband's hands.

-Really?.

-Yes.

Sansa abruptly got up from her seat and began to walk around the room, sobbing with a smile on her face.

"They're alive... they're alive," she whispered over and over.

She stopped in her tracks and now looks at Ramsay who was watching her with amusement sitting in the chair where she used to sit.

She walked slowly towards him. And now he mimicked Ramsay's position, crouching down, his hands on his legs.

"Thank you ."

"You're welcome, Mrs. Bolton."

Sansa smiled at him. "I'm in a great mood and I think I know how to convey it to you," she teased as she sat back down on her husband's lap. Ramsay didn't know if Sansa had found a new love for sex or wanted to play with his mind, whatever it was, he liked it.

-I would like to know how.

Sansa ran her hand down her husband's torso, from his chest to the bottom of his pants. She began to kiss him without removing her hand from his torso, he placed hers on his waist bringing her closer to him. She spread her legs so that her torso was between them, without taking her lips from his, she began to move slowly back and forth.

"Don't play with fire, Sansa." Ramsay spoke between kisses, taking Sansa by the shoulders to make her stop.

"I like to play with fire," she whispered in his ear. That was enough for Ramsay to take control of the situation, carefully lowering himself to the ground with her.

In this way they consummated the marriage, in front of the fire.

Hiiiiii, first, I think I should say that english is not my first language, so, sorry for the mistakes, I try to do my best, if you want to read the Spanish version, you can find it on wattpad as "Lady Bolton" by potterxstilesxobrien, you can also find my others fanfics, harry potter universe, alternate universe game of thrones, also maze runner, i even have an outer banks fanfic.

thank u for read.