She started to unlace her dress until she felt Ramsays hands take over from her own. Her voice was strong and indignant as she stared straight ahead at her waiting bath. "You will not take me tonight, or any night, you will not take me again unless I ask it of you." Her heart raced and for a moment she scolded herself, she could play this dangerous game endlessly and feel nothing but Ramsay… made her feel vulnerable, a little at least.

He was silent as he kept unlacing her dress until she felt it fall to the floor and pool around her ankles. She turned to see his eyes on her, different to any look he had given her before. He wasn't looking at her as a play thing, as entertainment, was it possible that Ramsay Bolton was looking at her as his own equal. His usually malicious gaze was filled with curiosity and intrigue.

She could see it in his eyes, he saw strength in her, she had taken him by surprise, he had a new found respect for her and he did not need to speak to voice it, although she really wanted him to, she wanted the satisfaction of hearing his words.

His eyes locked with hers as she felt his fingers brush slowly down her bare chest and come to a stop on her slightly swollen stomach.

His voice was low "If that is what you wish, I give my word."

She scoffed, "Your word is worth nothing to me, I was warning you not looking for your agreement."

She felt him tense but he kept his hand pressed to her stomach, his eyes locked with hers, "I give you my word on the life of our son, I will not force myself upon you." There was still the amusements there, hidden in the depths of his dark eyes, Ramsay was pacified not forgotten. The man who treated her despicably was still there and it made her sick to see but yet she found herself believing him in that moment.

Sansa smiled "And you will not take whores, not until I tell you so, I have cleared your name I will not stand by and watch you sully it again. Not If we are to rise in power, there is too much at stake over these coming months."

He glared, taking a deep breath to rebuff her request but then paused and nodded his head softly in agreement. She was surprised he had taken it so graciously but he was not stupid, he knew she was right.

Pulling away she climbed into the bath, dropping one leg after the other into the warm water. Hissing as it met her cold skin.

"You may leave me now, my lord" she looked over to him and saw in horror that he was removing his own clothing "What are you doing?" her elegant cheek pressed to the side of the tub as she curiously watched him walk toward her completely naked, it was a sight she had come to loathe but she knew that from objective view point Ramsay was considered attractive.

His eyes glimmered "I believe I said I would not force myself upon you, not that I would avoid your presence. If you think that I am leaving my wife and son unguarded in a castle full of Baratheon soldiers you are mistaken." He climbed into the bath sliding down into the water opposite her. "It's not hot enough" he looked around for the servant girl who wasn't there.

"I can't have it too hot, it can cause child loss and I am well guarded, are there not a dozen men at my door, Stannis will not attack me in the night he is a man of honour."

Ramsay softened his frown for a moment, "All men are men of honour…until they are not and I assure you, no man here would defend you with the same ferocity I would should it come to that."

She hated to admit it but he was right. Should any danger come to her, she knew Ramsay would lay down his life for that of his son and no man alive derived more sadistic enjoyment from a fight than he did. It did strike her that she would sleep sounder knowing he lay between her and the door tonight.

She smiled, "I am coming with you tomorrow" she watched his face turn to thunder, "Like hell you are! You will not leave Winterfell, not over my dead.."

She cut him off, "Over your dead body, that is exactly the way I will leave Winterfell if you try to stop me." She sunk back into the water, as her eyes locked with him and she sighed finally explaining to him "Stannis does not want to take on the Lannisters whilst they lay within the walls of kings landing. Petyr has already passed work to Cersei that you surrendered your men to Stannis after I killed your father and tried to escape, she's been told that you handed me to Stannis in order that he spare your life to mourn your father and you let him pass peacefully through the North. An agreement has been reached between Stannis and Cersei, he will bring her me and she will give him the throne."

Ramsay's eyes burned "She wouldn't!" he scowled across the water at her.

Sansa sighed again scooping up the warm water and pouring it down the sode of her long neck. "Whether she actually does or not is no concern of ours but things are not as they seem in Kings Landing Ramsay, I cannot tell you what I know but I implore you to take my word. Cersei is facing losing the city either way" her hand dropped to her stomach and she began to run small circles over the skin, her voice cleared as she sank into the water further and met her pale blue eyes to his wistfully.

"Cersei Lannister once told me that I would never be able to love Joffrey, he was a monster, but that I would love our children despite him. I thought it impossible, how could anyone love the children of such a beast."

She watched as Ramsay's eyes softened, she glanced down to her stomach "but now I understand, I have yet to feel him move and I already love him with all of my heart. I will see him rule, I will guide him through his life, he will know his father. You must trust me Ramsay, I'm the only chance you have."