You smirked from where you were seated. Your husband and goodfather were in for a surprise when they returned to Winterfell. The two had left some weeks ago to try and force the Northern houses to swear fealty. What they did not know was that, in their absence, you had taken back Winterfell in the name of your family, the Starks. After that, you had sent ravens to every Northern house informing them of the retaking of Winterfell and asking for their fealty, which most readily gave and the Stark Banner once again flew over Winterfell.
To say Ramsay was angry would be an understatement. He was livid. As soon as he saw the direwolf banner, he marched into Winterfell. "What have you done?!" he screeched when he saw you sitting with your council. "I do believe I have taken back my home, Ramsay. Now, be a good boy, turn around and leave. Or else fight. You will not take Winterfell from my family again." With a growl and grimace, Ramsay replied, "This is far from over, darling wife." He stormed from the room.
"He will fight to the very last man, my lady," the Maester told you and you nodded. "I am aware. However, I have honor. I will not deprive a man his chance to fight for what he thinks is his." You stood and left the room to prepare for battle. You vowed to fight alongside your men and fight you would. And you would win!
*time skip because I just can't bring myself to write a battle scene, sorry.*
You were victorious and Ramsay now stood before you, bloodied, beaten and in chains. You smirked at him. Now he saw you as a threat, as an equal. "What are you going to do to me, Lady Bolton?" he asked you, that sickening smirk still on his face. "I refuse your name, Ramsay. I am Y/N Stark of Winterfell, as I shall remain for the rest of my days." Ramsay stopped talking then.
He stared at you, awaiting his fate which you held in your hands. He did not wish to make you any angrier. You studied his face. In truth, you did feel something for Ramsay. He had been your husband after all for many moons now. Did you love him? You doubted it, but you weren't certain you wanted to kill him. Ramsay, on the other hand, knew the moment you bested him in battle that he loved you.
You were a strong, dominate woman that took what she wanted. Now, he simply had to know whether you were going to kill him or not. You council leaned in to whisper something to you. You smiled slightly and nodded. "Ramsay Bolton, I've decided to be merciful and give you a choice. You either die or...you bend the knee. Swear fealty to me, to House Stark and I will let you live," you declared loudly for everyone in the room to hear.
Ramsay stood silently for a moment, contemplating his options. Death or bend the knee? The choice seemed obvious. "I, Ramsay, of House Bolton swear fealty to Lady Y/N of House Stark. I vow to serve her house until the end of my days." You glanced at your council, who smiled proudly at you. "Very well, Lord Bolton. Now, you know the penalty if you should betray me or my house." Ramsay nodded. For the first time since his father legitimized him, Ramsay felt lost and alone. But he didn't care. Perhaps, just perhaps, now he could prove that he wasn't such a bad guy and that he was worthy of your love.
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