Sansa's heart beat fast in her chest; the cool air of the open walls a welcome escape from the dungeons. The creaking, clicking iron of the gates being opened sped her as she rushed back to her chamber, disappearing from sight just in time. Roose, Ramsay and their men erupted into the desolate court yard. There was a twisting in the pit of Sansa's stomach, adrenaline, she thought. Until she burst through her chamber door and barely made it to the window in time to empty the contents of her stomach out of it.

Heaving and gasping for breath between wretches she held onto the stone wall to steady herself. Reek hovered nervously in the doorway.

"I can tell them you're unwell"

"No! I just need to…compose myself."

Sansa's heart sunk as she considered the possibility. She hadn't bled since she arrived here… it couldn't be. Anger boiled inside her. That bastard had outdone himself!

"It's a passing sickness. I ran too fast."

Reek nodded, knowing better.

Sansa should have gone to Walda's chamber to wait with her Lord's as they attended to the body. She did not. The thought of decay and Walsa's slimy face slick with sweat turned her sensitive stomach so instead she sat in the hall. A plate of fruit and meat had been placed in front of her by one of the serving girls but she could not bring herself to eat.

Eventually the table was graced with the arrival of the Bolton men, Roose didn't speak as he sat, Ramsay didn't attempt to hide his pleasure that his 'mother' and sibling were no longer a problem.

"Lord Bolton, I am so sorry for your loss. They left this world fighting bravely" Sansa said.

Roose nodded, his face solemn.

"It was a boy" Ramsay added, peeling the skin from his apple with his knife. "Lady Sansa, I hear you tended to my mother dutifully throughout her sudden illness" his voice turned to a playful scolding "that was very foolish of you had it been contagious you could have been killed."

"It was not illness. Haw the Maesteer not explained to you?"

Roose's attention roused immediately.

"The maesteer is with one of my men gravely hurt during our journey back from the dreadfort, he will be with us momentarily."

"Oh" Sansa moved to stand as another wave of nauseas caught her and rolled her stomach "Excuse me, I feel unwell."

"I do not intend to wait, tell us what happened to my wife!" Roose's voice stopped her. His fists gripped the wooden table.

Sansa gulped down the bile which rose in her throat. "Lady Bolton was given a poison to rid her of her child. It is not meant to be used too late…the damage it caused her was too great for her to survive."

"Who?" Roose asked, eyes murderous "Who gave it to her?" He looked down at her with a smirk as she gripped him suddnly. "Sansa, you must tell us how t

Sansa's stomach lurched, acid burnt the back of her throat.

"Your guards searched the castle, they found the poison in one of the serving girl's rooms. She had served myself and Lady Bolton lunch the day Walda fell ill. I think she may have meant it for me. She was seen fleeing the castle shortly after, your men are out searching for her now."

Roose's face was stone, whilst Ramsay fiercely fought back the glee in his eyes.

"Who was it?" Roose's growled.

"Myranda..but she had no reason to hurt Lady Walda and I don't know why she would want to hurt me."

The glee in Ramsay's eyes had turned to horror.

Roose stood silently from the table and hit Ramsay so hard that he fell from his chair, shock apparent as his hand stemmed the bleeding from his nose.

"Your whore killed my wife and my son. No doubt trying to kill yours. You find her and you deal with her Ramsay or it's you who will be dealt with."

Sansa should have enjoyed the sight but the smell of meat from her plate churned her stomach. Nausea drowned her but it happened too quickly to get away. Her body hunched forward she heaved watered wine, the only contents of her stomach, onto the stone floor and shuddered when both men's eyes rested on her.

"Excuse me now, Lord Bolton, it has been a most distressing week"

Roose just nodded, waving her away but Ramsay glared at her incredulously. A mild air of disgust mixed with disbelief.

"I will escort you back to your chamber" he said.

"No, there is no need, I'm find honestly."

"I insist" his eyes burnt amber as he followed her.

They walked the corridor in silence but the moment they entered the chamber his amused voice rang loudly through her as she shuddered.

"Well well little Wolf, these are certainly an interesting turn of events. I leave you in Winterfell for one week alone and come home to chaos." Ramsay touched his thumb to her cheek and Sansa didn't move.

"I missed you" he whispered with hot breath into her ear. Tearing down the laces of her dress she squirmed under his touch. Layers of material bunched around her thighs, his hands moved her roughly until they reached her stomach and slowed. His flat palm pressed against her skin. He was feeling for a….

"Well, there's no swell."

Ramsay let her go and sat on the bed, taking off his thick leather boots.

"I haven't slept in three days Sansa, so I will ask you this once. Am I a father?"

"You're a bastard!" Sansa seethed.

"A bastard who's succeeded in putting a son inside you? Or a bastard who needs to keep trying?" His eyes flashed amber again.

Sansa shook her heard.

"Well then" Ramsay rasped "We'll have to do something about that." His hands firmly gripped her hips, her soft flesh bruised beneath his fingertips.

"Wait"

Ramsay smirked, "Yes?"

"I might be"

"It's not difficult. When did you last bleed?"

Sansa's mouth hung open, she thought she was going to vomit again on the floor.

"You disgust me"

"You're not in Kings Landing anymore." Ramsay smirked.

He flipped her, pinning her down to the bed until her wrists aches.

"Answer me!"

"No"

Ramsay's low chuckle turned Sansa's stomach "I would have taken you either way" he said, freeing his hardness and grinding it against her thigh.

"Reek" Sansa called loudly until the door creaked open. Reeks dirty face appeared filled with joy at the sight of his master.

"What are you doing" Ramsay asked, not angry, curious.

What Ramsay felt next, completely startled him. Sansa trailed rough kisses down his neck, until he was the one on the bed and she towered over him on her knees.

"What are you doing little Wolf?"

"Reek you missed your master, did you not?" Sansa asked

"Yes…yes…very much"

Sansa stroked Ramsay's hardness, it was the first time she'd voluntarily touched it.

"Why don't you show him how much Reek" she said.

A smirk spread across Ramsay's face as he stared intently into her eyes. He watched as she gave reek a nod of encouragement, before the broken man dropped to his knees on the bed beside his master.