It had been a week since Sansa and Ramsay had gotten married, and to Sansa's disappointment, they barely interacted, she thought maybe after they hit it off or at least thought they got along, he hadn't been out of his room much alone either. once when he was required to dine with his father by law and Ramsay.
She was sitting in front of the window, alone, watching the people of Winterfell.
She was looking at the horses when her husband came out of the stable with blood on his face, that was not strange, the strange thing was that behind him, his servant followed him, the only thing he knew about her was that her name was Miranda and she She was His daughter, in charge of the kennels, she was nobody compared to Sansa.
She didn't even know if she could get out, she hadn't tried, she didn't want to know the consequences. Ramsay only slept with her for a few hours, when she pretended to be asleep she came, lay on her back and a few hours before dawn she left.
She sighed and as she remained absorbed in her thoughts, she lost sight of her husband, she sighed while you were playing with her hair, she hadn't even taken off her nightgown, , she thought as she played with a suspender.
Someone opened the door making her jump instead, she knew it would be her husband, he is the only one who entered the room without knocking, his gaze went to her.
"Father wants us to have dinner with them," she informed him. "Why isn't there a maid to accompany you? You shouldn't be alone for so long.
She just shrugged.
Miranda went in to fill the tub.
Sansa's eyes followed her, she could see the small smile on her face. He could also see the disgust on Ramsay's face.
Sansa got up from her seat to walk over to her closet.
- Do you know the reason for the dinner? -. Sansa ask seeing their dresses.
-No -.Ramsay looked at his fiancée, she only wore her nightgown to sleep, only that it covered her skin, which was now paler than normal.
When Miranda finished filling the tub, she moved to the door. Sansa pulled out one of her dresses and dropped it on the bed, Ramsay started to remove her clothes. Once she was completely naked and plunged into the water, Sansa sat in front of the silver mirror and began to brush her hair, Ramsay's gaze on her with every step.
"Yes?" She asked, turning around to look him square in the eye.
-Can you join me?
The question startled Sansa noticeably, her gaze shifting from him to Miranda.
"Go away" she ordered with a movement of her hands, she didn't like the idea of someone seeing her naked with her husband, despite the fact that Miranda had already helped her take a shower before but this was something more "personal" more or less . At least that's what she thought. Miranda nodded before leaving.
-Don't you like to be seen?
Sansa turned her back on Ramsay again, she just didn't respond. She sighed in front of the mirror and turned to her husband. She walked towards him and took off her nightgown, his look making her uncomfortable. She sank to the opposite side. to where Ramsay was.
"How do you plan to have an heir, if you never sleep with me?" Sansa asked, she could also play with Ramsay's mind. She wanted to show her that she could also put her in the same situations.
Ramsay smiled, he liked it when Sansa was like that.
-Do you want me to sleep with you Sansa?
She looked away from him. "What else do I have use for?" She shrugged, her hands cupping water and submerging her face, her face not even rising as Ramsay lunged at her, positioning himself between her legs.
"Then I will put you to good use." She smiled at him, showing her teeth, she was accomplishing her mission, she needed Ramsay to be happy with her to stay alive, to try to have a good life.
-Hold me well, my Lord.
Ramsay took her by the neck, pulling her closer to her, a passionate kiss, strong, fierce. His hands traveled to her breasts, while hers took her hair.
His hands spread her legs apart, stroking her thighs too close to her crotch, making her moan against his lips. His hands took her by the waist pulling her closer to him making their intimate touches. she moaned. He caught her around the waist pulling him closer, thrusting inside her, at which she moaned louder, her hands stroking his back. She began to rise and fall slowly but began to pick up the pace, Ramsay took her hips to help her better, they were both moaning, she was stronger than him, when they both climaxed, she began to move forward. On his back, Ramsay tilted his head back in pleasure, and she mirrored his action. She got off him and sat next to him. They were very agitated.
He was breathing hard. Sansa returned to her place to take up less space, she sank completely to wash her hair without problems. He was done before she had finished washing her hair, dressed and put on his boots, not looking at her. When she finally finished washing her hair, he finished dressing. Sansa looked at him expecting him to leave the room but was surprised when he sat down in front of the fire.
-It would be impolite to go out without you, when we have a dinner, that you arrive alone would be frowned upon by my father.-He said when he saw her confused face.
She nodded, sighed before grabbing her robe and getting out of the tub. He couldn't help but look when she came out. She put on her robe and picked up the brush to start brushing.
"Can you ask them to come braid my hair please?" He asked after finishing untangling his hair, he simply nodded and left the room, Sansa took the opportunity to put on her dress.
One of her maids entered, "Lord Bolton has asked me to assist him." The girl made a small bow, it was her favorite servant, the girl was brunette with straight hair, brown eyes and a very fine face, she was very pretty.
-If you could braid my hair.-
Sansa sat in the chair and the girl began to do her work. When she finished, Sansa was delighted with the result, she left part of her hair loose but there was a braid that was being decorated by others.
"I would like you to be my personal maid." He smiled at the girl. "What's your name?"
-Alysa, it would be an honor for me.
- Do you know where Lord Bolton was?
-He said he had to take care of something, his guards will take her with him.
The redhead nodded, picked up her cloak, put it on, and left the room followed by Alysa, meeting two guards.
-My lady.-they said at the same time.-Follow us.
He followed them through the halls of Winterfell, until he reached the courtyard where Ramsay trained his men. She was chatting with who seemed to be the leader of her men, while they fought among themselves to train.Ramsay, seeing his guards, broke away from his men to walk towards Sansa.
"My lady." He kissed her cheek. He offered her his arm and she hugged him, he began to walk and she let herself be led by him, the two guards along with Alysa followed them.
They entered the large dining room, now occupied only by Roose and his wife, Walda. The guards stayed outside as did Alysa, they continued until they were in front of the table.
"My Lord." Sansa nodded, her gaze going to Walda. "My lady."
They both sat down, Sansa could feel the tension in the air, she just hated Roose, he had betrayed her brother, leading him to his death along with their mother. Walda was the daughter of the one who had helped him but she was kind even so he couldn't help it. I hate her.
"Lady Stark, you would like to know that your brother, well, your half-brother is now Lord Commander of the Night's Watch."
-Jon?.
-Yes, the bastard.
Hearing those words, both Ramsay and Sansa felt uncomfortable and Sansa took a bit of offense. Clearly she could defend her brother but she didn't want to get in trouble with someone who might kill her on the spot.
-Thanks for the news, Jon is now my only brother probably alive.
Sansa gave him a notoriously very fake smile.
The servants brought him his dinner, there was a great silence until Roose interrupted him again.
-How are the men?
"Very good, father," Ramsay replied.
"Well, we wanted to give you some news." Walda spoke for the first time, she had a big smile on her face.
"Walda is pregnant."
Ramsay stopped chewing to look at his father, , they both thought at the same time. The idea of being replaced distressed both Ramsay and Sansa, if this new child took Ramsay's heir position, he would lose Winterfell, he couldn't allow it.
"Congratulations" Sansa said with a small smile.
"Congratulations mother." Ramsay spoke with a much more believable smile than Sansa's.
They both finished eating as fast as they could, exchanging glances where it was obvious they wanted to talk, how worried they both were.
-Father, if you'll excuse us, I promised Lady Stark that I would accompany her for a walk through Winterfell, it's almost dark.
"Of course." Rose smiled at them.
Sansa got up quickly, taking Ramsay's arm, both of them leaving as fast as they could.
"We need to talk." Sansa whispered to Ramsay, seeing that Roose's men were following them, ostensibly to "look after" them, but both knew they were only under Lord Bolton's orders to spy on them.
"Just follow me." He whispered to her now.
They both walked through Winterfell until they left, they didn't stop walking until they reached the tree where their mother prayed. They sat on the trunk and when they saw that there was no one else with them they were able to talk.
"I know you think the same as me." Sansa spoke looking at the tree.
"What do you think I think, my lady?"
Sansa rolled her eyes and sighed, turning to look into Ramsay's eyes, the desolation in them seemed inhuman.
Sansa came dangerously close to him, placing a kiss on his cheek.
"We must kill Wanda and your father, Ramsay."
She pulled away from him to look at him, "I know you already thought of that, just like the son."
It was true, Ramsay had already imagined many ways to finish off those three, but he was surprised that sweet Sansa Stark had come up with the idea of legally killing a pregnant woman and her father.-If you don't do it, I will.-the redhead spoke, getting up from the trunk.-The north remembers.
She began to walk, leaving him very thoughtful and surprised by her behavior.
He wasn't going to let her go back alone, it was already dark, he followed her a meter away.
She was constantly looking over her shoulder and he was still there, looking at her.
They didn't speak or stop until they got to her room.
Alysa was standing in the doorway with a guard.
"You can go," Sansa told Alysa, she just nodded to go.
Ramsay looked at the guard and then at his wife, who raised her eyebrows, waiting for him to speak.
-You too, we'll be fine.
The admittedly confused guard only started walking forward.
They both entered the room, he closed the door after entering.
Sansa took off her cloak and tossed it on the bed, paying attention to her husband.
"Okay, how are we going to do it?"
He knew she meant the murder.
He sat in the chair facing the window, and she sat on the bed watching him.
-Killing Walda will be very easy, also her baby, my father will be a bit difficult, they have the support of many houses.
Sansa stood up and walked over to her husband, standing behind him, her arms falling around his shoulders and he resting his head on her stomach.
-I have the support of many Ramsay houses, I am a Stark, if you get rid of your father, I will give you the north, I will give you the north on a silver platter, as long as we rule it together.
He got up to look at her.
-I'll give you the north Sansa.
-I'll give you the north.
They both laughed at her comment.
-It would be better if we did it tonight," she said, surprising him.
He held her close, he could feel her heartbeat against his chest.
-Today.
He raised an eyebrow.
-Today?
Today? -Walda is in the library, I know she's there, and I can check, we can go, it will be easy to kill her, and we can send for your father saying that Lord Petyr Baelish sent a letter and trap them in the library.
-You've already thought of this, haven't you?
-He gave her a kiss on the cheek. Use Reek, I'll go with one of my ladies to the library, you'll go looking for me, and it'll happen, you'll kill her, then your father will arrive thinking the letter came, and then you'll kill him, no, leave that to me, you just knock him unconscious or whatever, but let me kill him.
Ramsay liked this Sansa,he quite liked her attitude,demanding her to kill a baby and a pregnant woman,and to give her father to him,he liked to see her with that thirst for revenge.
-I do not take orders from you, Lady Stark, you are my wife, but...
-But?" She raised an eyebrow waiting for his answer, "Perhaps you have a better plan, Lord Bolton, it's best if you don't want to go back to being a Lord Snow.
At those words Ramsay flinched and felt a pit in his stomach but pretended to be unaffected.
-Very good Lady Bolton, your plan is very good, we will use it.
She smiled,he could see the great happiness on her face.She took his hand,surprising him.
-I'll see you in the library.
She left the room.
She was really surprising him.
She walked out ,and down the hall from her room was Alysa with the guard.Only Alysa followed her silently.
-My lady, don't you think it's getting a little chilly? -She asked hugging herself.
-Let's hurry, I must see Lady Walda in the library.
Sansa hurried her pace, almost running, when she entered the library she saw Walda reading by the fire.
-Alysa find Ramsay and tell him to come at once, run.
She nodded before running off.
Sansa ran her hands down her dress before entering the library, put on her best smile, and walked toward Walda.
-Sansa sat down beside her, looking discreetly toward the door.
-He offered her some cookies, which Sansa refused.
Sansa pretended to be reading a book as she took quick glances at the door, and soon Ramsay dared her with a smile on his face.
-My lady, I've been looking for you, Mother," he nodded in their direction.
Sansa gave him a small smile, Ramsay walked toward them, "May I touch him," he asked, kneeling down in front of Walda.
Sansa watched her husband's every move,she was surprised at how gently he touched Walda's belly,but she was more surprised when in one swift movement,he pulled out his dagger and plunged it into Walda's belly.
Sansa jumped in place,covering her mouth so as not to make a sound,closed her eyes but opened them again.
Father will know if you close your eyes.
Robb's voice appeared in her mind, forcing her to open her eyes, seeing her husband plunging a dagger into the belly of a pregnant woman did not surprise her, on the contrary, it gave her immense peace to see a Frey fall.
When Ramsay stopped he stood up to stand in front of Walda,Sansa slowly got up and approached Walda who was still breathing and conscious.
-The North remembers...Walda Frey.-That was all she said.
Ramsay handed her the dagger,-Kill her,finish her off.-He whispered in her ear making her flinch.
Ramsay wanted to test her, he wanted to see if she could do it.
The redhead took the dagger and squeezed it hard, "The Freys didn't stop because my brother's wife was carrying a child in her womb, neither did I," she pointed to her neck.
He took two steps away, aimed at the neck and released the dagger with great force, it went straight to the neck creating a large cut.
Ramsay admired as a smile at his wife,he had done most of the work but the fact that the redhead was smiling as he watched Walda finish dying,only thrilled him more and he was beginning to like it.
Everything was a wonder until Roose Bolton entered the library.He stopped instantly when he saw his wife bleeding to death with her belly open from so much blow,Sansa on her back and Ramsay admiring her with a smile,he felt horribly nauseous,the first thing he thought was that Ramsay was now going to kill Sansa too but when he saw her staring at his wife without screaming or panicking he understood everything.
He ran towards her and grabbed her back,sticking her to him,while he put a dagger on her neck.Sansa was surprised and tried to grab his arm but when he put the dagger on her neck she stood still,her only option now would be Ramsay,who was just watching the scene.
-Don't do something stupid, Ramsay.
-Don't do it yourself, father.
He brought the dagger close to Sansa's face.
Sansa was trying to think of what to do, just like Ramsay, she couldn't die there.
-If you kill her, you'll lose your way," Ramsay said as he approached.
Sansa carefully slid her hand behind Roose's back, she was trying to grab the knife that was in his waist, when she took it Roose ducked his head to see what the noise was, it was the exact moment Ramsay let go of him and Sansa ran, with the dagger she had taken in her hand.
Ramsay struggled a bit with Roose before pinning him down,he was going to bury the dagger in him but Sansa stopped him.
-NO, leave it to me Ramsay.
He just nodded and stood up slowly pointing the sword at his father,he just sat there watching the Stark girl.
-I think I have underestimated you, Lady Stark," he said as he wiped blood from his nose.
-Not just me, Lord Bolton, the North, you underestimated me, it was a mistake, like betraying my brother," Sansa moved to crouch in front of him. For my brother's wife, and her child in her womb," he repeated the action again, "For all the Northerners killed that day," he did it again and again, Roose barely able to breathe.
Sansa stood up abruptly and walked four steps backward, still looking at him, pointed at his head.
-The North remembers.
She threw the dagger with great force, and it landed right in Roose's forehead, killing him once and for all.
Sansa stared at the image then realized she had killed a man, not just a man, but a pregnant woman.
She dropped the dagger,it fell to the ground in a thud,she raised her hands to look at them they were covered in blood.She began to tremble slightly.
Ramsey approached her but she stopped him with a hand movement.
-Get your two most trusted men to clean this up,and also that girl...Miranda.
She pushed past him leaving the library,ran and didn't stop until she reached her parents' room which had been occupied by Roose and Walda.She closed the door and dropped to the floor.Her back was against the door she was staring at the bed thinking of her parents as tears came down from her eyes,until a knock on the door brought her out of her thoughts.
She quickly got up and opened the door.
-Oh, what are you doing in this room, I was with ...
-Shut up, you don't have to ask me that kind of thing, this is no longer Roose Bolton's or Walda Frey's room, it's mine and my husband Lord Bolton's. Have them bring our things, and burn everything that belongs to Roose or Walda, if you don't obey me my husband will find out, do you understand?
The maid was older than Sansa by about 10 years, she only nodded and went out looking for the others.
Sansa left the room,it had begun to snow.She did not have her cloak so she hugged herself as she walked through the corridors of Winterfell.She did not stop until she entered the library.
There were two of Ramsay's men,she recognized them were the ones mostly following her,moving their bodies as they laughed amongst themselves,Miranda was mopping the floor with a smile on her face,and Ramsay was laughing openly.Everyone fell silent as they heard her enter,they all looked up at her.She could see Miranda wipe her smile away and Ramsay's men gave a slight nod,not wiping the smile off their face.
Ramsay walked up to stand in front of her.
-You have done it, Lady Stark, the North is all yours," he smiled and kissed her forehead.
Sansa took his face in her hands, "Our Lord Bolton is ours, and you had better not let me down," she said in an amused tone, making Ramsay smile, "I changed our room," she smiled shyly at him.
-So that's what you were doing, eh?
He hugged her. Everything will be all right, Sansa," he whispered to her.
She didn't know if he was lying, but he was telling her honestly, for some reason he was beginning to have a protective instinct for her.
-Besides," she pulled away from him to look him in the face, "it's Lady Bolton.
She slid her finger down his nose, then left a kiss on his cheek.
-I'll see you later.
She broke away from him to leave the room again.For some reason she didn't want to go back to the room, so she headed for the great dining room.
As she entered she could see two shadows talking in murmurs which stopped when they saw her enter, her cheeks were probably very red from the cold and her eyes were watery from crying, and she still had blood on her hands.
-My Lady," a shadow bowed before exiting.
-Sansa ...-The other shadow said it was Theon, the moonlight showed his condition perfectly, both hers and his.
She quickly denied, "It was me.
Sansa walked to stand in front of Theon, it was much darker.
-I Kill Lord Bolton.
Theon quickly covered his mouth with his hands, took her by the hand and began to walk to the exit.
-You must run away before Roose notices.
She stopped in her tracks, smiled at him, and said, "No, Theon,I kill Roose Bolton and Walda Frey.
He let go of her hand and stepped back.
He let go of her hand and stepped back.
-Ramsay is the new Warden of the North and I am the Lady of Winterfell, but you know what made me not stop when I threw the daggers at them," she said.
He denied, taking another step back, but she took one in front of him.
-That they betrayed my family.
Theon felt as if his soul had left his body, the thought of Sansa killing him flashed through his mind.
-They betrayed Robb, do you remember," she shoved him in the shoulder, forcing him to take a step back, but she took one forward, "I asked you something, Reek, do you REMEMBER," she shouted as she pushed him back. He was the son of the man who took you in, he was your family," she hit him in the chest. HE WAS YOUR FAMILY," he hit her chest again, at which point Sansa cried again, but this time it was out of anger towards him, FOR YOUR FATHER, FOR YOUR "FAMILY", WE WERE YOUR FAMILY," she gave him another push, causing him to crash backwards into the wall, "DID YOU THINK OF ARYA, RICKON OR BRAN, THEY CONSIDERED YOU THEIR BROTHER, DID YOU THINK OF ME?
She fell silent in defeat, resting her fists on his chest.
-Do you regret it?" she asked in a whisper.
-Yes, too much.
She looked at him angrily.
-Your regret won't fix things, Reek, you thought when I saw you I'd hug you, I'd be glad to see you. She let out a laugh that made Theon's hair stand on end. I only have you alive, so you can see Rickon and Bran, so you have to look them in the face and explain that you burned Winterfell for power.
-Sansa...I...I'll never forgive myself.
-You're a lot like Ramsay, you know, they both did horrible things to please their fathers.
-And I regret it too much, but he doesn't, that's the difference.
-The difference Theon," she broke away from him and turned her back on him as she walked to a table, he followed her hurriedly, when she stood in the middle of the great dining hall she turned around quickly to see him with a small smile on her face. The difference between you and him is that he could hurt me, he could rape me, he could beat me, he could kill me, he had me and still has me, yet he helped me kill his father, and you betrayed Robb when you had the chance, for the sake of bloody POWER AND APPROVAL.
Theon was sobbing, and Sansa tapped his chest with her finger over and over as she watched him.
-Theon looked at me," she commanded, but he did not look up, she had to grab him by the jaw to force him to look her in the eye, "What did Ramsay do to you, was it worse than death?
He nodded slowly, "Much worse," he said in a tone no louder than a whisper.
She was about to speak but the sound of the door opening interrupted her, Ramsay followed by his two men and Miranda.
He stood still watching the scene and Sansa quickly removed her hand from Theon's chin.
-Go away, Reek," she whispered to him, he only nodded and left.
Sansa smiled at Ramsay.
-My lady would you care to join us for a drink?" one of Ramsay's men offered, she looked down at her hands, "What's the difference, just to waste time," she smiled at them.