Hi all, I just wanted to say a huge thank you for the reviews, I've got another few paragraphs pre written and there is a strong storyline it follows, those of you wanting lemons for Ransa wont be disappointed...but that's all I'm saying!
I really love hearing your feedback and I read every one of your comments as soon as they come in! So please please please review!
For any of you who read my Harry potter fics, apologies for the long delay on updating, I don't have anymore pre written and I'm currently putting the finishing touches to my own book! exciting times.
I'm such a huge fan of a strong storyline and a dark romance so I figured I'd have a go at creating my own novel. Not so much GOT themed though, although it does have a fantasy element, as all the best plots do!
It took almost six weeks on the road before reports were made that they were nearing kings landing. Over twice the time it usually would but the men where slow, laden with heavy luggage for camps along the way and tired with the cold and lack of good food.
It had been a terrible six weeks, Winter had truly arrived and it felt as though they were fleeing it. With Ramsay's men and those of the other Northern Lords who Ramsay brutally slaughtered along the way under Stannis's direction, their company stood at almost two hundred thousand strong and was a fearsome sight to behold.
It had stung slightly to see the houses she knew so well, fall to Stannis and Ramsay but she reminded herself that the North was no longer her North, these were houses which had sworn loyalty to Roose Bolton. She watched the house of Frey burn to the ground with a smile on her face and regretted nothing. Stannis had discussed this with her at length, having so many different houses with individual leadership was a problem in itself, peasants were starving whilst lords lived in luxury, secret alliances were being formed and uprisings were being planned. This was not the way he intended to run his kingdoms, he would have a tighter grasp on all, with one man answerable for all. He appeared to trust her, he told her his plans when she relayed Petyr's information to him, she supposed he didn't have a great deal of choice in trusting her though, Petyr was her insurance, Stannis needed him and he worked through her.
It was late evening as she sat across from Ramsay at their small dinner table "He intends to give you the entire North, there will be no more Lords, no more houses, the entire North will be ours to do with as we see fit." Her voice was cool as she finally relayed the information she'd been holding for weeks to him, he had been true to his word and with the exception of two trips to local whore houses they had passed, he had been perfectly pleasant…to her. He thought she didn't know about, the whore houses he'd been discreet but she did know, she knew everything but was astute enough to pick her battled with him. Plus, what he had done with those women by all accounts could not be classed as breaking his vow to her, he had not taken them, he had only pleasured himself with them.
She heard whispers about his violent outbursts with the men but he was commanding eighty thousand men of his own, occasional violent outburst were needed.
He slept next to her each night, more a guard dog than a husband. The only time she had requested that he touch her was the night she felt their child move for the first time. Now she would let him lay his hand softly over her stomach whilst they slept, she resolved herself not to soften to him but in a camp full of two hundred thousand men, some of whom hadn't been with a women in months, it made her feel safe, his heavy breathing, his grasp on her stomach, on her thigh, it made her feel safe.
He looked pleased at the news, his voice growled "I had assumed so, he should speak directly to me, not pass messages through my wife." He placed his cup heavily onto the table with a disgruntled frown as the tent around them shuddered in the wind, at least it was warmer now they approached the capital, a little at least.
Ramsay grimaced, "We shall arrive at our camp the day after tomorrow, you will be left with your servant girls and ten thousand of my men whilst I lead the first assault on the capital."
She couldn't help but admire the way he approached war, there was no fear, he did not cower or contemplate his downfall. He spoke the facts as though it were the most natural thing in all the kingdoms, he was born to lead his army into battle. Fearless, ruthless, merciless and bloodthirsty.
There was something endearing about his certain level of blood hungry bravery, when facing a battle at least, not so much on an average day.
It was the dead of night when she lay silently next to him in bed, the tent shrouded in the pitch black of the night. She felt his arm draped across her, his hand pressed to her stomach as it so often was. His heavy breathing, he was laid on his back again, she didn't need to see him to know that, they'd shared a bed for too long now.
She was waiting, she had been waiting since dinner but knew she must not be overheard, cold adrenaline ran through her, this was the riskiest move she would make and she could feel her heart pounding at the very thought.
"Ramsay" her voice rasped quietly and she reached for him, he caught her hand before she could reach him. A thick smile spread over her lips and she saw the glint of his eyes in the dark. She knew he slept lightly, always watching, waiting for anything amiss. She felt his hand curl more firmly around her stomach, pulling her to him as his voice rasped.
"Are you going to beg me to take you" she heard the sly smile, the amusement in his tone. She turned heavily until she faced him, her nose pressed to his, the bed sheets wrapped around them. Her voice strained to sound stern through the whisper "I need you to listen to me and I need you to listen carefully."
She heard him take a breath, his body tensing and his eyes focusing as he nodded, he'd grown used to her revelations of essential information, he knew better than to ignore them but the fear in her eyes, her choosing to wait to the dead of night…this was important he was sure.
"You will not leave me at camp, you will not stop to build a camp. At first light you will march your men straight for Kingslanding and you will not stop until you are there"
She felt him as he smirked "You think I'm about to…" her hand on his mouth quietened him and despite a startled bite she held firm.
"Listen to me, I'm not finished. You will leave anything you can here, leave the tents and the women if you must. Fill the carts with men, as many as possible, if you move quickly and without stopping you can make it in a few hours." She could feel him breathing heavily against her palm"
"Cersei Lannister has been imprisoned by the high septor, so has Queen Margery and Lord Laurence. The Tyrell house is in up roar, King Tomlin has lost control of his city. Jamie is away in Dorne retrieving his daughter and Tyrion has disappeared. The Lannister empire has never been weaker. You must strike now, as soon as possible before anything changes." She felt him nod.
" We are ahead of Stannis, we have less men, we will travel faster, You will arrive before him and the moment you do you go to the sparrows, kill all of them, every last one." She could see his eyes light up at her instruction, she glowered with caution in her voice.
"Do not kill Cersei, Margery or Laurence. You must go to the dungeon's yourself and you take them to the iron throne. Petyr will be waiting for you there, you take Margery, Laurence and Cersei to him. Whatever happens, whatever he says, whatever he does, you must not hurt him, he is our key. You must trust me. I must go with you, I have to be there, its imperative to the plan."
She released her hand from his mouth and looked into his eyes, he could see the genuine fear in her eyes, she needed him to trust her and he did. He'd seen the same look that night in the stable at Winterfell. He nodded and without another word crashed his mouth to hers. It was a brief kiss, she bit down the moment she felt his tongue in her mouth, he recoiled with a smirk "Just in case I die tonight."
She felt his weight lift from the bed and watched in horror as he called for his men. They came running with torches, her heart flew as fear spread through her and her arms wrapped around her stomach. His voice growled "Light my room, wake the men, leave everything behind that is not needed for battle and load up the carts with any man who cannot run at the pace I will ride, Kingslanding is at its weakest we must strike now!"
The men light the torches and turned to leave and the tent flooded with light "My Lord, shall we wake Lady Sansa's hand maids, are we still to leave men to guard them?" one of the guards stood at the tent door as Ramsay smiled "No, my wife will be joining us and I will dress her." Sansa laughed at the guards face but he scurried away all the same.
"I said at first light." Her eyes followed him as he pulled her dress from the chair and held it out to her with a smirk.
"Oh but you've promised me a blood bath" his eyes glimmered "Do you really expect me to sleep now with that excitement."
Within ten minutes the men had been roused, they were dressed for battle and raring to go. She sat in the largest cart, watching as Ramsay rode his large armoured horse through the thousands of men, they moved quickly through the night, she closed her eyes and lay her body down on the pillows. Several of her girls had been woken and put in the cart with her to ensure her comfort and safety. She could hear Ramsay shouting at the masses, she would give him this, he was a brilliant army commander. He rallied his men in the same way she'd seen her father do it, Ramsay's men were terrified of him but they respected him. He had lead every single one of his battles, he'd fought side by side with his men, he would be the first onto the battle field and the last off of it. She smiled to herself, If the seven Kingdoms were one Army, Ramsay would be the perfect man to sit atop the iron throne.