The fucking Rabbit had darted. You had been sitting silently in the bushes, poised to loose your arrow when a rustle in the overgrown woods behind you sent it flying away from you, narrowly missed by the arrow you had released in a panic. "Shit," you spat, gathering up your bow, and the two squirrels you had caught earlier, and getting to your feet. This would be the third time this week that you would return with far less food than Castle Black needed to feed the brothers, and though you knew the Lord Commander wouldn't be mad, his disappointed expressions would be enough to let you know that you had let him down. You don't know what had happened, the last few days the animals in the woods surrounding the southern face of the wall seemed to be spooked. It was likely that some Wildling had wondered into your woods at some point or another and given them a fright.
As you were headed back to Castle Black you heard yelling in the distance, quickly and silently moving through the overgrown grass towards the source. You were sure it would be some of the brothers, out riding or testing weapons, or some of the Wildlings hunting for their families. You kept as low to the ground as you could get, surveying in silence until you saw the men in their armour, the metal far better forged than could ever be possible at The Wall, and nothing like that worn by the wild folk. "Lord Snow is psychotic," one of them muttered to the other, his knife sharpening a stick into a thin point. For a moment you turned the statement over and over in your head, Jon wasn't psychotic, moody maybe, but not psychotic.
"Ramsay fucking Snow," the other sighed, catching your attention once more, you crawled forward a little further in an attempt to see their faces. You were so close that you could smell them; they obviously hadn't washed in a few days, and from the sounds of it they had travelled quite a way from home. "Sending us this far north is barbaric, nothing out here but the night watch and fucking rabbits," he added causing his friend to snort in laughter.
"Don't let him hear you saying that," he joked, slowly getting to his feet and stepping towards you. You froze to the spot watching as he took a few long strides in your direction, untying his breaches as he did so. Shit. Of course he wanted to piss exactly where you were hiding. If you moved he would see you, if you stayed he would piss on you. Without a second thought you jumped to your feet, turning tail and darting from away from there clearing. In any other situation it would have been funny, you running from them as the rabbit had run from you just moments before.
"Hey," one of the men yelled after you, his armour clanking together as he chased after you. You were faster than they were, and you were almost out of the woods when your foot snagged in the upturned roots of a tree, dropping you onto your chest in the dirt and taking the air from your lungs. From where you lay on the floor you could see the entrance to Castle Black, the big wooden gates taunting you as the two men grabbed you and pulled you to your feet and back towards their camp.
You were soon tied to their horses, being dragged through unfamiliar woods and out into the open. You travelled for a few days before you arrived at your destination, a large castle, far larger than Castle Black. Within minutes you were thrown to the floor in front of the Lord of the castle who smiled down at you. "And why have you brought this beautiful creature before me?" he questioned, without pulling his eyes from your figure where it was hunched over at his feet.
"We found her close to Castle Black and followed her back there M'Lord, we thought she may have some information about the new Lord Commander," one of the guards announced and your head turned to face him, a glare painted on your face as you watched his proud smile.
"Is that so?" The man asked you, standing and taking a step closer to you, causing you to jump to your feet in an attempt to retreat from his imposing form.
"I wont tell you anything," you spat, gritting your teeth as you watched his face. In the space of a mere second his expression changed, from cocky, to angry and finishing on an amused smirk.
He let out a deep chuckle before taking a quick step towards you and grabbing your chin, turning you to face him. "We'll see if you are so loyal when I'm finished with you," he whispered close to your ear, making you shiver in repulsion. As he released your face and moved away you spat, letting the saliva hit his face and giving him a sweet smile.
"I will remain loyal to my Lord Commander until my dying breath," you hissed back, causing him to scowl down at you.
"Put her in the dungeons, we'll teach the bitch her place," he growled, shoving you into the grip of the two guards who quickly dragged you from the room, as you pulled against them.
*Time Skip*
"Why is John Snow bringing the Wildlings past the wall?" Lord Bolton growled at you, his knife pressed against the bare skin of your stomach as you unsuccessfully attempted to pull away from the blade. You had been hanging from the post in the dungeon for what seemed like weeks and you continually refused to sell out your friends. Of course, denying Ramsay Bolton was not good for you, you were covered in deep cuts from his blades, lashes from his whips, and bruises from his hands. You were yet to tell him of just how close you were to the Lord Commander. You knew that if he had known of your love for Jon he would use you against him, a bargaining chip, and you refused to be his downfall.
You could never go back to Jon now anyhow, you were tainted by the seed of Ramsay and his men, but lucky enough that the maester would bring you Moon Tea each night. You dreaded to think what Jon would think of you; a whore to a psychopath.
Your whole body shook as Ramsay pressed the blade deeper into your skin, not yet drawing blood. "I asked you a question," he hissed at you and you let your eyes meet his as you remained silent. Your eye contact was broken as Ramsay sliced at your skin, allowing the blood to flow down your stomach and onto your thighs. His free hand came to your throat forcing your eyes back to his. "Jon Snow is not coming to save you, he cares nothing for your life and will happily allow you to die here. Tell me his plans," he ordered and you smiled.
"You don't know what you're talking about," you told him, causing his hand to collide with your face, only making you start to laugh. You spat blood from your mouth as you chuckled. "He's not just going to kill you, he'll destroy you," you finished, earning yourself a fist to the stomach, right on top of your fresh cut. Ramsay stormed from the room as you continued to laugh, your body vibrating as you fought off the tears that wanted to break free through the chuckles.
"He may not come for you," Ramsay growled storming back down the steps and throwing a woman at your feet. "But he'll come for her," he added with a sick smirk on his lips. "May I introduce my wife, the former Lady Sansa Stark," he finished with a light chuckle.
"M'lady," you mumbled, trying to bow your head to her as best you could. "Are you hurt?" you added softly and she shook her head, remaining on her knees before you. "Jon will come for us, I promise you that," you spoke as softly as possible.
"Sansa has been living here with me for months, what makes you think that Jon will suddenly up and come and save you now? You think he cares enough about you, a stinking little whore, to risk coming to your rescue?" Ramsay laughed, encouraging the guards around him to join in at the jesting.
"It's not him you should worry about," you growled at him. "When he comes to free me I'll take your head from your body myself; your skull would make a very pretty ashtray," you teased him and you saw a small smile creep onto Sansa's lips.
*Time Skip*
You awoke to a slap to your face, opening your eyes to find Ramsay extremely close to you. "Where is my wife?" he growled at you, his grip on your jaw tightening as you smiled, digging his fingers into your flesh. She had gotten out, you had told Reek that he was to help her get to safety, and he had seemed to have understood what that had meant.
"I have no idea what you mean, M'lord," you smirked as he landed another slap to your face, leaving a stinging mark on your cheek. "She'll find him, and he'll come for me," you told him with a cocky smile. "You're so dead," you added with a light chuckle. He landed another slap to your face before focusing on the rest of your body, landing punches all over your chest and stomach, only angering him more as you continued to laugh.
"We'll see how much he'll do for you when you carry my seed," he growled suddenly, pulling at his breeches as your laughter died down, the maester was good for bringing you the moon tea in the past, but if he were ordered not to by Ramsay he would have no choice but to leave you to fend for yourself.
"I'd rather kill myself than birth your devil spawn," you hissed at him, watching as his eyes lit up, a smile coming onto his face.
"Now, that's what I like to hear," he chuckled, taking a step closer to you and you stared down at him. "I knew we'd break you eventually, every bitch has its breaking point," he teased as he took the final step that separated his half-naked body from your bound one.
The maester didn't come to you that night, or the following one, or the one that followed that. You gave up hope after the 4th night; Ramsay didn't visit you again. A week later you were awoken by the sounds of horses clattering about in the courtyard, and the crashing of armour. You tilted your head, attempting to look out of the small air vent that gave you a small glimpse of the grounds but could see nothing but hurrying feet. As you finally slumped back into your usual position two guards entered the dungeons, dragging with them a dress, one came over to you, releasing your feet from the apparatus that held you.
"What's happening?" you asked as the blood all ran back to your feet, leaving them tingling as they finally touched the floor for the first time in ages.
"Lord Bolton requires your attention in the courtyard," one murmured back as the other released your hands from their shackles, watching as your naked body fell to the floor, unable to support itself. "Put this on," he growled, throwing the dress in your face and taking a single step back.
Your hands rubbed at your aching wrists for a moment, looking at the bruising that had tainted them, before grabbing at the dress and putting it over your head. Once dressed, you attempt to stand again, your knees shaking as you tried to take a few steps, though you needn't have bothered as the guards each grabbed an arm and dragged you out of the dungeons.
*Time Skip*
You could see Jon, sitting atop his horse across the field, surrounded by his wildlings and his men. Tears came to your eyes when you saw him, you knew Ramsay would do something terrible just to torture him, something that involved you or Rickon, who stood shaking beside you. Ramsay walked over to you, untying Rickon's hands from the rope that bound the two of you.
"What are you doing?" you growled as he began to drag the boy away, pulling on the rope to try and follow them to the front of the troops.
"I'm sending him back to his brother. Now, Rickon, it's time for you to run," he smirked, pushing the boy further forward. Rickon began to take a few tentative steps. "Run to your brother," he called and the boy suddenly took off at a speed you had not been expecting, you began to work on the knot around your wrists, loosening it slightly as you watched him go.
You saw the guard coming towards Ramsay with his bow and you knew what would happen immediately, you paused for a second watching as he knocked an arrow. "Faster Rickon," you yelled before a hand came to cover your mouth, muffling your words. You continued to silently work at the knot, feeling it become just loose enough to slip free. You bared your teeth behind the guards hand, latching yourself onto him with an almighty bite, not worrying about the taste of blood that soon came to your tongue.
"The bitch bit me," the guard yelped, releasing his grip on you to look at the place where you had mauled his palm. Within a second you had taken off in the same direction as Rickon, hoping to draw some of the fire away from the boy, and to maybe get back to Jon on the other side of the field. You were no where near fast enough though, you could in no way keep up with the child in front of you.
You could hear the arrows hitting the ground around you as you attempted to speed up, only causing your legs to give way beneath you. You were laying in the mud when tears finally came to your eyes, causing you to shake your head, you would not become a sitting target for Ramsay fucking Bolton. You dug your fingers into the ground, beginning to drag yourself forward as you watched Jon begin to ride towards Rickon.
The world seemed to go almost silent when the arrow sunk itself into Rickon's back, and a sob racked your mud-caked body and you continued to crawl. It was then that the rest of Jon's men joined the attack, surrounding you almost instantly and making you lose your view of the man you loved. Every now and then you would see his head appear above the crowd as he attempted to get to you, to get you to safety.
"Let's get you out of here," you heard Davos before you saw him towering over your shaking form. "Come on, we'll get you to safety," he added, helping you to your feet and allowing you to lean on him as he forced you both through the crowds of fighting men.
Once you were safely beyond the fighting, you softened, allowing the sobs to rack your body as you shook on the spot. Davos quickly called for Lady Mormont's ladies maid to run you a bath and get you clean and comfortable until the battle was over, and she gave him a short nod before disappearing into a tent at the end of the row. Lyanna Mormont seemed like a force to be reckoned with, only not fighting alongside her men due to her age, and seeming a little disappointed that she wasn't helping them in any way.
Davos was quick to take off, back to the battle, leaving you with the other women, though Sansa was no where to be seen among them. "Your bath is ready M'Lady," the woman murmured quietly.
"I'm no lady," you spat at her, getting to your feet and she shrunk away a little bit. "I'm sorry. Thank you for your help, I'd like to be left alone to bathe," you told her with a soft sigh and she gave a short nod. "I'll call for you when I'm finished; I'll need help dressing the wounds," you added and she gave you a small smile before leaving you alone in the tent.
Your whole body stung as you sunk into the hot water, the cuts hurting more so than the rest of you. The water changed from clear to murky almost immediately as it washed over your skin. Gods, it had been a long time since you had been clean. Your eyes began to drift shut as you rested against the back of the tub, allowing the water to soothe away any aches and pains you had as you fell asleep.
"Y/N?" Jon's voice roused you from your sleeping state. The tent was dark, and you couldn't remember how long it had been since you had fallen asleep but it must have been a while.
"Jon?" you responded, your voice thick with sleep, and you heard his audible sigh as he took a few steps into the room. He hesitated when he saw you in the bath, your skin bare under the now cold water.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were bathing, I'll leave you to it," he told you, turning his back to you in order to leave.
"Please stay. I just need a second to get dressed, please don't go," you rushed, quickly getting to your feet in the tub and slipping a little, sending the whole thing to the floor, water rushing out across the ground and around his feet.
"Gods, Y/N, are you alright?" Jon asked quickly turning and rushing to your side, pulling off his cloak to wrap around your damp body as you began to laugh.
"It seems I've become quite clumsy since I saw you last," you told him, leaning into his side and appreciating his warmth. As you nestled closer to him he rested his chin against your head, smiling wide as he clasped your hair in his hands.
"I thought you'd left me," he muttered, leaning to press his lips down against your forehead. "I thought you didn't want me anymore," he added and tears came to your eyes as you heard his joy.
"I'm sorry," you mumbled into his chest, the tears now running down your face as you remembered all that had happened. "I tried to stop him but he wanted to punish me, to punish you," you sobbed as he pulled away from you.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, his hand resting lightly on your wet cheeks.
"He said that you wouldn't want me anymore, not now that he had had me," you yelped and his face softened. "I couldn't stop them, I'm sorry," you continued as he pulled you closer to him again.
"I love you, Y/N," he whispered against your hair, his hand rubbing across your back as he held you. "There is nothing he could do to you that would stop me from loving you," he added before releasing you, you whimpered as he moved away. "I'll send in the maid to dress you and return with some Moon Tea," he told you softly, letting his hand rest lightly on your cheek, brushing away the last of your tears.
"Thank you," you spoke, your voice broken and low as you smiled weakly up at him.
"This will pass, and then I'll marry you," he smiled and your eyebrows bunched together.
"The Night's Watch cannot take wives, especially not the Lord Commander," you told him and he chuckled.
"There are some things I have yet to tell you, sweetness. Tomorrow maybe; after you've rested a while," he said, his hand moving from his face as he pressed a light kiss to your lips before leaving you to dress for the night.
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