Sansa didn't look away. She watched Ramsay hiss when Reek took his throbbing hardness in his mouth. Ramsay attempted not to writhe in pleasure. Reek was more enthusiastic than she would have been.
His breathing deepened and tiny beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Sansa peeled away her dress until she stood naked beside them. Ramsay let out a throaty groan and forced Reeks head further down onto his length. He was on the edge.
"Sansa" he growled, throwing Reek's head away from him. Sansa took her place straddling him and sank reluctantly down onto him. She could feel every inch of him, every ridge and pulsing vein. His eyes flashed with rage as she picked up his hand and pressed it against her stomach.
"Finish me Wolf" he growled.
Sansa sped up and before sunk down a fourth time she felt the rush of hot liquid. He gripped her thighs and tensed beneath her.
"Go back to the kennel" Reek, Ramsay sunk into the feather pillows and closed his eyes.
"Wait" It was Sansa's voice who stopped him, Ramsay looked suspicious but Sansa lay down beside him undeterred.
"Reek deserves a reward does he not? He was very helpful whilst you were away. Let him sleep at our feet tonight."
Ramsay considered it, waving his hand for Reek to close the door.
"Fine" he said.
Sansa woke before him. Reek curled in a ball at the bottom of their bed. She nudged him sharply with her foot and whispered "follow me" as they both crept away, to the bowels of the Winterfell dungeons. Less than an hour later, just as the grey sun was rising over Winterfell, Sansa slipped back into the chamber. She laid back down beside the still sleeping Ramsay and placed her hand over her stomach.
"Please no, please no, please no" she muttered to herself. By the time Ramsay woke Sansa was sleeping again.
A week later she sat alone at the table in the gloomy hall. When Roose arrived he looked for Ramsay.
"Lady Sansa, where is my son?" he looked around the table as they sat alone.
She lowered her eyes "I believe he and his men are hunting Myranda my lord."
Despite the icy demeanour she saw the concern spread in Roose's face.
"It's not like Ramsay to struggle…hunting women." He grimaced.
"It seems she's disappeared. I'm afraid he'll be searching for her for weeks to come."
"No" Roose sighed, sitting down and eating meat from the plate. "I have better uses for Ramsay if he hasn't managed to recover her within the week I'll call off his search."
"He believes you'll hold him to blame"
"I already do" Roose stone walled.
It worked to her advantage that Roose had such a low opinion of Ramsay. Suddenly she let her brightest smile light up her face. He looked shocked when he saw her smile, she looked just like her mother when she did. Roose had always thought Catlyn Tully to be a beautiful woman. He suddenly found himself wishing Sansa smiled more. Though he didn't imagine Ramsay gave her many reasons to smile.
Sansa's voice cut through the room "If you don't mind me saying so My Lord, you are more than adequate company…until Ramsay's relieved of his search."
"Sansa, would you join me for some dornish wine?" Roose poured the wine into two goblets. He didn't speak a great deal to start with. The fire was set behind them and Sansa starred at the goblet wondering what Roose Bolton enjoyed talking about that didn't involve war and death.
"Are you happy here Sansa?" he asked her
"This is my home"
Roose's fist clenched around his goblet.
"Don't do that. Don't give the answer you've rehearsed. I'm not asking you in ceremony. I won't hold your answer against you. I can't imagine you love my son, he's not an easy creature to love."
"No, he is not"
Roose sighed, "I almost killed him you know…and his mother."
"Why didn't you?" Sansa asked
"He was mine, love and loyalty are not the same."
Sansa rolled her eyes sinking into her chair, "I'm grateful that I got to come home, I sincerely mean that. I only wish it had been under different circumstances."
"Such as?" Roose lifted his goblet for her to continue "say what you think Sansa, there's nobody to hear you but me."
"Well my family are dead, my North has been brought to its knee's and my husband's legitimacy hangs on King Tommen's ability to keep the throne. Have you ever met Tommen?" Sansa raised her eyebrow and sighed but Roose simply laughed. It was nothing like a normal laugh, it sounded like a dying horse.
"I have and I wouldn't recommend that you share that concern with Ramsay"
"I already have"
"I see"
"Ramsay won't ever play the game will he?" Sansa asked directly, the air in the room stilling as Roose considered the question.
"No, he will not."
"I would rather it were you."
"You would rather what was me Sansa?" Roose asked.
"I'd rather have married you when I came here. I never did want to be queen, not really. I just wanted to rule the North, my homeland. With my husband at my side."
Roose's eyes flickered with consideration. "I was already married"
"and now you are not. If you'll excuse me I will retire" she said, her chair scraping on the stone floor as she rose "Ramsay will be back soon."
Ramsay was already back and waiting for her inside her chamber. Every night he returned without Myranda darkened his mood. He had come straight up here because he couldn't face his father empty handed again. He sent Reek to check on Sansa and was told of her drinking and talking with his father.
"Well, isn't this cosy?" he growled from his chair. His hunting knife still splattered with blood was dissecting his meal. His eyes were full of hate "You and my father, what could you possibly have to talk about?"
That's when Sansa finally glimpsed him, the real Ramsay, the scared, rejected, beaten boy who was never good enough for his father.
Another week passed before Roose finally called off Ramsay's search. Ramsay stopped coming to her Chamber and took to glaring at her over the table in the hall. Roose drew out his gradual forgiveness in the most agonising way. Sansa almost felt sorry for Ramsay before it was over.
Roose had not taken Sansa's words lightly. He began to show her more attention and with it his hostility toward Ramsay grew. It was when Roose requested her to have private diners with him that Ramsey finally broke. Three serving girls went missing that night and were found two days later, well parts of them were, in the forest. The pretty blonde girl who had once served Lady Walda became Ramsay's new lover and he flaunted her inside the walls of Winterfell. Sansa could only cringe at Ramsay's crass nature. He wasn't capable of playing the game if he tried. He could only manipulate for torture and fun, not for politics.
"Next time I have a midnight hunt you're coming with me, you can watch" he'd hissed to her when his Roose wasn't watching. He wanted a reaction from her but he didn't get one. Some nights he laid with her, it was not pleasant but she supposed Ramsay didn't intend for it to be. He was punishing her. He didn't hurt her badly though ; Roose wouldn't have liked that. On the nights he didn't lay with her Sansa heard him walk past her chamber. The door would creak open and he would check that she was in there, sleeping; alone. She was Ramsay's toy and the thought of his father playing with her was driving her husband even more insane than he usually was. Sansa enjoyed it; perhaps her and Ramsay weren't all that different after all.
Her plans were working though, all she had to do was stay strong. Ramsay's consumption by his father and Roose's consumption by his own plots were blinding them both to her. Sansa snuck ravens in and out of Winterfell and slipped to the dungeons several times a day without being seen.
Sansa hoped it wouldn't be long now because there was one pressing matter that would be sure to draw both men's attention soon. The sickness hadn't subsided; it had only gotten worse. When she began to feel the slight swell of heaviness in her stomach and her breasts hurt to the touch she could no longer deny it. She was carrying Ramsay's child; she would have to tell him soon.
"The North Remembers" the words were barely a whisper in her chamber, she looked up to see one of the old women carrying her chamber pot away.
"Wait" she called "I need your help. I need you to get me something…."