Bastards of the North [Ramsay Snow fanfic]

Lady Bolton

I woke up the next morning next to Ramsay. His arms were wrapped around me. All night long he wouldn't let me go from his grip, even in his sleep he was so protective over me. I turned around so I was now facing Ramsay. His face was so peaceful when he was sleeping. Now and then I could hear him snoring very lightly in his sleep. I kissed him on the cheek, and shortly after his eyes fluttered open. I smiled and stared into his mesmerizing eyes. I could get lost in them, I know that this sounds really stupid, but I guess it was just true for me.

"Hey." He said still sleepy.

"Hey. Slept well?" I asked him.

"Best sleep I've had in a while." He winked at me.

I couldn't help but chuckle. I took my hand out from under the covers and held it up against the light, admiring the perfect ring on my finger.

"I forgot to ask you if you liked it last night." Ramsay said.

"It's beautiful." I said as I turned to him and gave him a kiss. "So when is our big day?" I asked.

He had one of those smirks on his face that I could not quite place.

"I thought the sooner your name is officially Bolton, the better. So I arranged that we could marry today." He said.

"Today? But that's... today!" I panicked. "I don't have a dress yet or..."

Before I could get even more nervous than I already was, Ramsay cut me off. "I already took care of everything." He said.

"Everything?" I asked not believing him.

"Everything." He reassured me. "Don't worry kay? Everything will be fine."

I nodded, but still with apparently the wedding being today I couldn't help but worry, even though Ramsay said that he'd taken care of everything.

Hours had passed since Ramsay had left to arrange some last things. Finally two maids entered my room and said that they were sent to take care of my hair and such things. It only took them about thirty minutes to make my hair look 'wedding worthy'. After that one of them left to get my dress. When she came back they both helped me to get in it. I hated dresses. There was just nothing comfortable or practical about them. I walked over to the mirror to see what I'd looked like. Although I didn't like dresses, I had to admit that this one looked quite good on me. It was a simple black dress with some white lining added to it.

"It's time." One of the maids said.

I nodded and they walked e down the stairs through the big doors of the main hall and into the square. It was cold outside and it had began to snow. Luckily I was wearing a thick black cloak over my dress. Theon or Reek was awaiting me at the beginning of a candle lit path. 

"I'm here to escort you m'lady." He said. 

I smiled and took his arm. A cold little breeze made the flames in the candles dance around me. It was an absolutely beautiful night. There were no clouds so the stars in the sky were clearly visible. At the end of the path was a little clearing surrounded by guards and people. In the middle stood Ramsay wearing a black cloak just like me. Next to him stood Roose. Theon led me to the clearing where he stopped. I smiled at Ramsay. I didn't think it was possible but he looked even hotter standing there with his majestic black cloak and snowflakes swirling all around him.

"Who comes before the old gods this night?" Roose asked.

"Railey Snow comes here to be wed." Theon said. "Who comes to claim here?"

"Ramsay of house Bolton." Ramsay said stepping forward. "Heir to the Dreadfort. Who gives her?"

"Theon of house Greyjoy, who was her father's ward" Theon said.

"Lady Railey will you take this man?" Roose asked.

"I take this man." I said.

Ramsay stepped closer to me and wrapped his arms around me pulling me closer. "You're officially a Bolton now." He said with one of his famous smirks on his face.

"Shut up." I joked and leaned in to kiss him. I pulled back when I felt something was wrong. Everybody's attention was focused on something else. The guards drew their swords and pointed them in the direction of a rustling sound that was approaching us. Ramsay jumped in front of me to protect me against whatever was out there. It was a sweet gesture, but he knew that I could take care of myself. A man suddenly emerged from behind the trees. When he saw all the weapons pointed at him, he threw his hands up in the air. 

"I come here to bring this." He stepped aside and a woman appeared from behind him. Ramsay walked up to the man. "I'm just a passenger.." The man tried to say. The poor thing couldn't even finish his sentence before Ramsay slit his throat with his flaying knife. 

"That's for interrupting my wedding." Ramsay spat.

Blood was pouring out of the deep gash and the man fell to the ground. The woman just stood there, not moving like a damn statue or something. She was probably shocked about what just had happened. But who wasn't. One of the guards pushed her forward into the light of the candles. She put the hood of her cloak down and I was finally able to see her face. But when I did my heart skipped a beat.

"Sansa?" I said. What was she doing here?