Guys this is short but I'm posting it for you anyway. I've been super busy trying to launch my own writing career...I know 'the dream'. Anyways if you're reading this please follow me on twitter york_arabella. I'd really really appreciate it! Also, feel free to send your suggestions for baby names, I'm open to them.
Ramsay stood holding his new born son in his arms. The boy had dark hair and blue eyes just like his own. His son would grow healthy and strong into a fine warrior and future king; Ramsay was sure of it. He felt something he had never felt so deeply before; pride!
"Do you want to see my son?" Ramsay asked, Sansa lay on the bed, her face ashen she starred at the ceiling above her; just as she had the night of their wedding. Ramsay didn't like it. The longer he watched her the more nervous the sight made him and anger boiled in his blood; how dare she not share in his joy? His wife was supposed to revel in the joy of their first born son.
"No, just take him away." Sansa's voice was meek and emotionless, even when the child in Ramsay's arms began to fuss she didn't divert her gaze from the ceiling.
Sansa couldn't form a coherent thought to actively understand how she felt; she couldn't process the events of the last few hours. In her mind she was still sat at the window begging Petyr not to alert the guard to her pains; everything had been alright in that moment.
There was a thick knock at the door, it swung open and there stood Petyr with the baby girl in her arms. Sansa hadn't flinched; hadn't looked up. The whole castle could come parading through this room for all she cared and she wouldn't cover herself or cry out with the pain that still riddled her body. Nothing meant anything anymore.
"I have a son!" Ramsay announced; badly masking the triumph in his voice.
"So I've heard, your men are celebrating in the courtyards already my king" Petyr said, he looked down at the bed and his face contorted with worry.
"Sansa" his voice hitched as he spoke.
Sansa closed her eyes slowly and took a gulp of air "Leave me, all of you leave me to mourn" her voice was barely a whisper and tears ran freely out of her closed eyes and down her cheeks to dampen the sheets.
"Of course" Petyr said "but before I go, I thought you may wish to meet your daughter."
Sansa's eyes snapped open and landed on Petyr and the bundle in his arms like a well shot arrows "Give her to me!" Sansa almost blacked out from the pain as she tried to crawl toward him, Petyr couldn't stand to watch so brought the child to her and only when Sansa lay holding her daughter in her arms did she finally smile.
"See all is well that ends well. Two healthy children were born and nobody died" Ramsay smirked; attempting to brush off the events of the day as though the ugly incident had never happened.
Sansa slowly brought her eyes to land on her husband; Ramsay would never admit this, not even on his death bed. But in that one moment Sansa succeeded in sending a chill down his spine. "You died" Sansa said "To me Ramsay, you died in this room now take your son and leave."