Key to the North

by ArabellaCarmichael

"I was promised a wolf" Ramsay taunted her, taking off his thick leather boots. Sansa held his stony gaze "...and I was promised a nobleman but yet here we are." Ramsay/Sansa - The ship that takes a strong stomach and a well versed ability to read between the lines. Lust, lies, loyalty and war - With a Bolton on the iron throne would the seven kingdoms stand a chance?

27. Chapter 27

His knuckles rapped against the dark wood of the table. Ramsay sat in his private den, contemplating the week, brooding and seething about how badly it had gone. The only light in the small room, decorated with dark furs and dingy furniture which reminded him of the dread fort, came from a single candle on the far table.

"My King." The door creaked behind him, he didn't need to turn to know who he would find. Only two people had dared visit him in the past week, the wet nurse who collected and returned his infant son each day…and Petyr. Sure enough the wiry shadow of his hellish hand hovered in the doorway.

"Come in." Ramsay growled through gritted teeth.

Petyr headed directly for the chair furthest from his own and sat down, "She won't come out."

"Then make her!" Ramsay spat.

"It's no use."

"She's a fragile girl who gave birth only days ago, over power her if you must but I want her and my daughter out of her chambers." Ramsay clawed at the table until his knuckles began to bleed. He hadn't returned to Sansa's chambers himself. He wasn't sure why but something inside prevented him. Instead he sent his commands regularly through careful messengers. His wife was no taking the commands well.

"If you wish to overpower the queen might I suggest you go up there and do it yourself."

Ramsay smashed his goblet on the table in a fit of rage and snarled at Petyr "I don't care how you do it. Just do it!"

"I assure you I have tried."

"I thought she listened to you."

"Sansa is no longer listening to reason."

Ramsay fell silent, searching for an idea. "Take the child away from her. Then she'll come out."

Petyr sighed and Ramsay felt a curdling sickness in the pit of his stomach. "I tried that already my king."

"…and."

Petyr stuttered over his words slightly, something Ramsay had never thought he would witness. "She took the girl to the window ledge, climbed up and threatened to jump."

Ramsay sat in shock. "She wouldn't...there's not a chance she would have…"

"I believe she would." Petyr said.

Ramsay's eyes met Petyr's cold grey ones for the first time since the birth of his children. "Why is she doing this? Why must she be so…so..."

Petyr stood back to his feet, "Why don't you ask her? I assure you Ramsay you need to get this in order. Things are changing quickly now and if you lose your Stark you WILL lose your throne."