Sansa pulled away the thick burlap to reveal Myranda dazed and withdrawn to the light. The gad quickly followed until Myranda gasped for breath and then Sansa spoke words which sent an unexpected shiver down Ramsay's spine.

"Now tell me what you did"

Unhooking Myranda's arms from their shackles the girl fell to the floor and cowered at Sansa's feet. Ramsay's knew the look in her eyes all too well, he'd seen it the night that he finally broke reek.

"…I... put herbs in the Lady Bolton's tea so that she would lose the child, I meant it to be you but mixed up the cups."

"Good, go on."

"…I fled Winterfell and hid in the woods. Ramsay found me and brought me here to be punished. I escaped tonight and killed Lord Bolton. I took a dagger to his heart. I deserve to be punished for what I've done."

Ramsay felt the cold sting of realisation that he'd married a woman he'd never met; until this night. The Stark wolf he'd wanted stood before him and he couldn't help feeling a small curdle of sour pride. Whether he had pushed her to this, or whether it had always been there deep inside, he'd brought out the cold hearted killer in Sansa Stark, he was a glorious monster to be sure.

Sansa smiled in satisfaction "and you will swear all of this in front of Stannis Baratheon and throw yourself on his mercy?"

Myranda nodded.

"Take her to the courtyard Reek. Have Stannis and his men notified, we will be dressed to greet them when they arrive. Lower the guard, we are not at war, they are our guests."

Reek took Myranda firmly but there was no need, she was broken, she went with him willingly.

Ramsay smiled sadistically from the shadows "I liked my gift little wolf, it's a shame I won't get to keep it."

"This night will be long and full of surprises, not all of them you will like. One false move Ramsay and you won't have to mourn Myranda. We'll both be following her to the grave."

Ramsay looked intrigued "You think I will mourn her? Wife, it's as though you don't know me at all."

Sansa sighed looking at Ramsay's bare apparel and leather bound chest, he looked demonic and could never receive Stannis like this. "You need to change; you have to appear respectable."

Ramsay followed her through the underground tunnels of the dungeons towards the night sky above. "You've invited a foreign army into my walls. Were you planning to consult me, or on sharing your plan?"

"No"

"That wasn't a suggestion." Ramsay snarled

"No, it was a question and I answered it."

They had almost reached the bedchamber by now and the corridors were humming with whispers. The men, the staff…everyone had emerged from hiding to find out what was happening. Was there going to be a war tonight?

Ramsay flung his arm across her door, stopping her and blocking her entry. "Why are you bringing them in here? Why are you throwing Myranda on their mercy? What are you up to?"

Sansa's grey eyes met his gleaming back ones "I need something from him." Ducking swiftly bellow Ramsay's arm she escaped into her bed chamber and closed the thick oak door.

"I won't bend the fucking knee!" she heard him shout before his thick leather boots beat on the stone floor. Oh he would! He'd hate it and Sansa would enjoy every second of it.

Mere minutes later the horns were sounded, gates thrown open and the thunder of a hundred hooves descended. Sansa stood in the courtyard, a new clean dress tied onto her frail body, the blood wiped from her hands and face and Baratheon banners reflecting in her eyes. She looked as she always did, courteous and meek, like a true lady beside her husband. Ramsay stood solemn his jaw tight and eyes wild. He wore his father's fur cape and sword, he was every inch the warden of the North now. He tightened his grip on the sword when Stannis dismounted, Sansa stroked his arm in mocked affection until he released it. Behind them in the place of a household stood a barrage of Ramsay's bastards boys. A daunting sight for any arrival Stannis eyed them cautiously before approaching Ramsay. He shifted from one foot to the other, uncomfortable with ceremony that he hadn't been raised for or practised.

"Lady Stark" Stannis's eyes landed firmly on her as they danced over her flame red hair.

"My king" She felt Ramsay tense until a moment passed and Stannis redirected his attention reluctantly from her.

"Lord Bolton, I am sorry to hear of your father's untimely death and grateful for your hospitality under the circumstances." His words said that was he was sorry...but his face did not. With a curt nod he waited, a long moment of silence passed and Sansa dug her fingernails into Ramsay's arm spurring the reply. This would be a union or a massacre and Sansa was betting everything on the first; for now.

Ramsay smirked "You are most welcome my King"

Sansa let out a deep sigh of relief.

"Though I do have a problem I wish to bring to your attention" Ramsay continued.

"A problem?" Stannis questioned

"Indeed, I have caught the culprit of my stepmother, father and unborn sibling's death." He motioned to the two guards still holding Myranda to come forward.

Sansa spoke up in her crispest Kings Landing voice "We would usually have dealt with the matter ourselves but given the severity of the allegations and the murder of the warden of the North. It is only right that the true king pass judgement on the matter."

Stannis nodded, "I agree."

"We turn her over to your mercy." Sansa curtseyed with a pale face as Myranda was brought forward. Ramsay listened to Sana's words intently. He watched her playing her part. His father had always told him that true born boys were taught to fight with swords whilst true born girls were taught to dance with words...until this moment he hadn't fully understood what he meant by dance, Sansa was dancing right now, not a dance of pleasure to a background of music, a dance of manipulation to a background of danger.

Stannis glowered down on Myranda, his eyes like stone they bore into the girl. "Speak your piece of the allegations put against you." He said.

Myranda stumbled over he words, "I loved Ramsay…Lord Bolton, when he was a bastard" the crowd gasped though Sansa suspected it was news to no one. "I tried to give Lady Stark moon tea to stop her bearing him a son but I mixed the cups and Lady Walda suffered the fate instead. I fled and hid in the woods as Lord Roose Bolton ordered me killed. When Ramsay found me he brought me back here to face Roose Bolton but I escaped and killed him before he could kill me." Her eyes welled up.

Stannis looked down on the dirty servant girl, a pretty little thing, once, he imagined. He glanced over to Sansa who gave a curt nod before he addressed the girl one more.

"Are there any further sins you wish to admit to before I pass sentence?"

Ramsay tensed, this whole charade was getting him off. He felt himself stiffen and twitch in his groin. He glanced to the stiff lady Sansa beside him, she was unrecognisable as the girl in the dungeons only moments ago. He could take her right here in front of his men and Stannis, on the floor in the dirt. He'd make her scream with pleasure whilst they all watched. His mind drifted… until he heard Myranda begin to speak again.

"Yes my Lord, I…I" she willed herself to continue as the large crowd watched "I wanted Ramsay for myself, I wanted the world to think him a monster. Whenever I heard his bed had been warmed by another I would take the girl, drug them and then hunt them through the forest and bring them down with my arrows. I wanted people to be scared of Ramsay so that he would need me. Ramsay is a bloodthirsty warrior, it was not difficult to make them believe."

Sansa couldn't be sure but she thought she heard Ramsay gasp as the confession rang out across the court yard.