Game Of Thrones One Shots And Imagines

Sansa Stark- Ramsey (c)

"Y/N," the voice that made your stomach turn called.

You wished that you didn't have to respond to him, but it wasn't to help him, and you weren't about to leave that poor girl in there after what he had done to her. Reluctantly you entered the chambers of the new Lord Bolton and his wife of a few hours to see a sight you wish you could un-see. The room was dimly lit by candles with the two occupants inside along with Lord Bolton's new plaything.

Reek stood in the corner, face pale and looking as though he had seen a ghost; Ramsey has a signature smirk upon his face as he buttoned his trousers whilst his new wife Sansa was still bent over the bed, tears coating her face and skirt pushed up. She tried her best to keep her modesty, but she was weak and broken, only with enough energy to sob.

"Milord," you whispered, too scared to make eye contact with any of them.

"Ah... Y/N," he grinned. "Clean up my wife for me, I've had my fun for tonight, she best gets her rest for tomorrow, if she is not ready, I shall have to visit your chambers, again shan't I?"

You had to use everything to not retch at the thought. You certainly didn't want him near to you again, but you didn't want to be handing him another victim. For now, you had no choice. There was no escape, at least not yet.

"Of course, milord," you croaked. "Do you wish for Lady Sansa to stay in here or the chambers I made up for her?"

"She can stay here," he stated. "If I've done my job correctly then my little wife shall not be able to walk as far as the room next door. From tomorrow she shall have her own chambers. I do hope you remembered to get the locks removed."

"Of course, milord."

All you wanted was the conversation to end sooner so you could assist the poor women but with Ramsey still in the room, you could not show her any care if not to get punished along with her. Calling his new toy with him he quickly left the room, likely to hurt someone else. You rushed over to the bed, helping her back onto it so she was lying down rather than slumped over the edge.

"Are you okay?" You questioned, knowing it was stupid.

She was unable to say anything, simply sobbing uncontrollably. You weren't sure how you could help her, so wrapped your arms around her and let her cry for as long as she needed. You hated to think that Ramsey would do this repeatedly to her and any woman he wished but you needed to help her now and face the repeated hell when it occurred.

"I am going to help you Lady Sansa, in any way I can," you smiled softly. "I wish I could help you escape this place but that is not as simple as it sounds but I will help you cope with your life here."

"Do you think he will do that again?"

You wished lying to her would help but it would just hurt her more. You offered her a weak smile, trying to be the friend she very clearly needed at the moment.

"I'm very sorry that you ended up here," you said, avoiding the question. "I will do whatever I can to help you stay away from him but alas, he sees anything in Westeros as his to use how he wishes, I fear to think what he has planned for you."

A whimper escaped her.

"You are very strong, and it may seem impossible now but you will survive Ramsey Bolton, he will not be able to hurt people forever."

"I hope you're right."

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