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For anyone who is concerned, this is not a 'Ramsay turns good' story. This is going to be a 'Psycho Ramsay realises he quite likes equally powerful wife whilst they slowly take over the world' style story. I have a good strong plot for it and I plan to progress it in as much of a believable way as possible. Lots of twists and turns along the way for you all!
Teaser...What happens when Jamie Lannister returns from Dorne?Hmmm I wonder!
Also, please be warned that the next few chapters, just like this one, will contain graphic descriptions of Ramsay Bolton...Being Ramsay Bolton! There will be Lemon's but be patient!
Petyr took her in his arms and kissed the top of her head, his eyes locked with hers "Do you have the note I asked for."
Sansa nodded and handed the small note to him, he opened it and read with a smile
My King
I received word in the night from Lord Baelish, The High Septor had moved to take control of Kingslanding and our opportunity to attack had arrived. Lord Bolton has successfully led his troops to take the capital and holds the boy king and his mother at the foot of the Iron Throne, awaiting your arrival.
He read the note aloud before passing it to one of his men who opened a small cage and attached it to the leg of a Raven.
Lady Olenna spoke sternly, the concern at the potential of losing her beloved grand children was apparent.
"Is it not presumptuous to notify him of our success, prior to us succeeding. Need I remind you that Lord Bolton has yet to bring Cersei, or my grand children to us."
Petyr released the raven and watched as it flew out of the grand hall. He locked his eyes with Olenna's in an amused stare as he muttered "You will come to know Ramsey Bolton, over these coming months and as you do, you will understand why failure is inconceivable."
Sansa rolled her eyes, "He's indestructible…unfortunately" she muttered the last word under her breath, not even sure whether she meant it anymore, there was a small spot in the pit of her swollen stomach that churned at the thought of Ramsay falling. When she looked up she knew Lady Olenna had seen it, the old woman smiled kindly and nodded.
The loud crash of the doors opening snapped their attention to the front of the hall. Screams and curses could be heard from the scene outside, the loud clank of steel hitting armour and the soft thud of bodies hitting the ground.
Lady Olenna's eyes brimmed with tears as she saw the sight. Sansa had to admit, It was a breath taking sight to anyone who was not used to it.
All Sansa could hear was his deep rasping breath, even from the other end of the hall.
He was a sight to behold, his blood splattered chest and dark glare as he paced toward them, some how he looked more daunting on foot than on horseback. Ramsay preferred hand to hand combat anyway. He wanted to look into the eyes of a man as he killed him.
Had she been able to tear her eyes away from the sight she would have rolled them again, covered in dirt and blood he carried two bodies slung over either shoulder. A dozen of his men followed loyally behind him, she could see reek holding a third body as he scurried behind her husband.
Ramsay's glare was strong, fierce and determined. His eyes never left them as he strode toward them. The Tyrell guard parted to let him through and without a word he dropped the two writhing bodies at Lady Olenna's feet. Both Margery and Laurence were gagged and bound but that wasn't Ramsay's work, clearly they had recovered the two just in time.
She could hear the old woman beside her gasp and she couldn't help but smirk as pride rose inside her, her husband was a fearsome sight to behold.
Lady Olenna dropped to her knee's as she desperately pulled at the binds releasing her beloved grand children.
"Thank you Lord Bolton" she looked to Ramsay who nodded.
Petyr didn't move his eyes from the lifeless body in Reeks arms once.
"Cersei Lannister" his voice whispered as the woman was placed at his feet. "Bind her until Stannis arrives." His men flew forward tying her arms and legs. Petyr ran his eyes over the motionless body and glared over at Ramsay who smirked.
"She wouldn't…cooperate, she's alive though, I expect she'll wake shortly."
"Word has been sent to Stannis, he is ridding for the capitol as we speak" Petyr glared over at Ramsay…."Follow me" he spoke calmly as he brushed past the guards. With a raised hand Ramsay stopped his own men, glancing over his shoulder he gave his orders with a growl "Protect my wife and son with your lives. If any of you out live her, I will kill you personally…and it will not be a good death." He seethed maliciously as he followed Petyr.
He found him in the Kings Chamber, stood on the small balcony over looking the city of war bellow them. He wasn't familiar with the palace but Petyr had been sure to walk just slowly enough for him to follow in pursuit.
Petyr stood with his hands on the stone rail, the afternoon sun hung low in the sky. "This doesn't frighten you does it?" he looked down on the scene bellow him, the battle was coming to an end most of the lannister army who weren't already dead had yielded but the whole city lay in chaos and destruction.
Ramsay shook his head without having to think for a moment, if anything he'd been thoroughly disappointed by today.
"You could be a great man Ramsay Bolton…" Petyr sighed as he leant forward, his eyes locking with Ramsay's "This is not the war Ramsay, the war is coming and when it does these men will feel fear like nothing they have felt before. It will not end quickly, there will be great loss and it will require great leadership."
Petyr's eyes darkened "You made a promise to me, a promise you didn't keep."
Ramsay's dipped his head as he spoke "I regret my actions." It was true, he did, not because he felt bad for what he had done but because he loathed himself for having missed so much of Sansa's character. He prided himself on being a master of manipulation, being able to read every inch of a person and use it to his advantage yet he had slept next to his wife for months without ever really seeing her. He would have had far more fun with the real woman than he'd had with the broken little girl.
Petyr new this, he wasn't a fool and Ramsay Bolton was a volatile monster as best, yet Sansa had reported no cruelty of late and Petyr had every reason to believe the boy who stood in front of him. For the moment Ramsay was a valuable asset one who he had purposely kept in the dark for months but he was interested to see what the boy was truly capable of.
Petyr smiled "We started in similar places you and I, You were a bastard, and I was the son of no one, we've taken different paths but I recognise the same will for power and control in you that I have myself." his voice dropped to barely a whisper "Do dragons scare you Ramsay? Going to war with Dragons as they rain down fire over the capitol. Do white walkers scare you?"
He saw the unmistakable glint of glee in Ramsay's eyes as he pictured it. His words were short and clear, "Every man must die, I can't imagine a better way to go."
Petyr shook his head slightly as he watched, the boy was certifiably insane but he might just be the best chance they had.
"Why do you ask this Lord Bae…" they saw Stannis's riders in the distance and he followed Petyr in silence as they made haste back to the Iron throne.
Cersei was awake, sat up and demanding her son be brought to her immediately. Lady Olenna and the two young Tyrell's sat patiently waiting for events to unfold as Sansa perched on the steps surrounded by the men he had left here to guard her.
He felt Petyr's hand abruptly against his chest as he stopped them before they reached the group. His voice a whisper he spoke sternly "Stannis cannot leave this hall alive, the moment he is dead you will take command of his troupes, this will not be easy, if you fail we may all be killed."
The doors opened before the words had truly sunk in and the group before him rose to their feet as Stannis entered with his personal guard of twelve men.
Sansa watched Ramsay and Petyr in the distance, she knew what was being said, she knew every step of the plan and she chocked a sigh of relief as she realised Stannis did not have Mellisandra by his side. That had been their biggest fear, rumours of her...abilities had left them concerned.
Petyr wasn't sure exactly what he had expected but it wasn't this, Ramsay flew toward Stannis and his men who had waited surrounding Lady Sansa followed him. Before Stannis even think to greet him he lay face down on the floor, Ramsay's sword plunged through is chest. The Tyrell's watched in horror.
Only Lady Olenna smiled to herself, she could see Petyr's point, volatile as he was there was a sheer brutality to him that left all of the other men who watched, in awe. He was a warrior.
Without a word Ramsay spun to Cersei, walking behind her he held her head in his hands as he whispered maliciously into her ear "I've heard stories about you Cersei Lannister, I think under different circumstances, you and I would have had great fun together." She winced as the feel of his rough hot tongue on the skin of her ear sent shivers down her spine.
Sansa saw the disgust in Cersei's eyes as Ramsay severed her head, cutting deep into her neck and snapping it away from her body. Sansa couldn't help but smile, she'd been waiting for someone to do that for years. Holding it out to his men he growled "Put it on a pike above the gates" he pointed to Stannis "His too, then burn the body, I wont have his witch bringing him back."
"Line them up, on their knee's" he growled as his men forced each of Stannis's guard to the floor.
Ramsay paced with vigor in front of them as he spoke with a malicious joy in his tone "How many of you knew of your Kings plans to unite with Cersei Lannister and betray both your cause and the North?" the hall fell silent as he smirked "It wasn't a rhetorical question… I'm waiting for answer, You!" he pointed to the first man.
Sansa could feel Petyr shaking by her side as she watched on in amusement.
"What is he doing? I didn't tell him kill Cersie, or do this.." he gestured toward the line of kneelt men and Sansa smiled."
"Did you know?" Ransay growled at the knelt man who shook his head. Without warning Ramsay lunged forward plunging his dagger into the man's stomach. "Wrong answer" he whispered.
Sansa smiled looking up at Petyr as the blood that been pooling on the floor finally crept up to meet them where they stood, her voice was cool as she looked up at him.
"I believe that he is playing the game." she smiled "You wanted your monster Lord Baelish, here he is."
"Now you've all seen what happens to liars, I'm going to ask you one more time…who here knew of his plans?" Ramsay watched with a smile as each man raised their hand.
"Well, that makes you all traitors to the Norths cause then doesn't it." The line of men shuddered in fear as Ramsay's men grinned.
He glanced over to Lady Olenna and continued with a smirk.
"I have eighty thousand men both in this city and waiting outside these walls. Lady Olenna has the Tyrell army of equal size waiting a short ride from our gates, I will be merging my men with hers to create a unified army for the protection of our cause. You are vastly out numbered and you have lost your leader."
He could see the men, all fearing for their lives. He smirked as his voice softened, this reminded him of training reek.
"I don't blame you, no, this was not your fault, you are of course all loyal North men, who understand the need to rid this city of its Lannister Poison. Are you not?"
He watched as the men nodded "You will return to your men and tell them of their King's collaboration with the Lannisters, his betrayal of their cause and of the North. Any man who wishes to swear his allegiance to me will join us and any who does not…can face our men at their own peril." He smirked "I am offering your all an opportunity and for those of your who have known me in the North… you will know what a rare chance, betray me and I will ensure you curse the day."
Sansa watched several of the men gulp, colour draining from all faces as Ramsay lifted them to their feet and forced them out to the doors.