destiny unfold.

Her life, as she knew it, would be no more. Her father had been beheaded in Kings Landing two years ago and as the months dragged on, Aaliyah watched from Winterfell, helpless. Her mother and eldeset brother were off fighting a war she wasn't so sure that they could win - the Lannisters were far richer and had a bigger reach across Westeros. They needed more alliances, more aide from the houses of the North if they wanted any hope of winning the war.

A few days prior, Aaliyah had been ripped awake by the sound of her handmaiden shouting. The Iron Islanders were attacking, they needed to prepare their defenses as quickly as possibly. Aaliyah hadn't known what to do - her family's army was off fighting a war, Winterfell was more or less up for grabs. Doing the only thing that she could think of, Aaliyah had ordered Hodor and Osha to take her younger brothers and run. They could at least have a chance to get away, she knew that she had little hope of escape. Instead, she had made her way to the main clearing of the castle to greet the soon to be guests.

Now, Aaliyah sat in her quarters, listening to the sounds of yet another battle raging beyond the walls of the castle. She had woken to the sounds and when she peaked out the window, the very last sigil that she would have expected greeted her. The flayed man. The Boltons. The Boltons were attacking Winterfell. Why? She had been curious, certainly, but she didn't dare leave her room. The noises grew louder as minutes ticked by which only meant one thing, the Boltons were winning. Theon, the wretched bastard, was going to be defeated. What that meant for her, Aaliyah could only guess. She had never met any of the Boltons but she had heard enough about them that she had hoped she never would have to.

Sounds of the castle doors slamming to the ground spurred Aaliyah to her feet. She pulled at her best dress, tugging it over her shoulders and fixing it the best she could. She wouldn't step out of the room in only her underclothes, not to meet a Lord that wasn't her husband. Swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat, Aaliyah ordered her handmaiden to stay behind before heading down to the main clearing.

Aaliyah's breath hitched in her throat as it came into sight. The clearing was crowded with men and horse alike with one standing out amongst them all. There was no use in hiding, Aaliyah knew that. So she stepped out from behind the structure she had hidden behind. Her footsteps alarmed the men and bows were raised to greet her. "Is Lord Bolton among you?" She called, eyeing the group of men warily. The stories that she had heard, particularly of Roose's bastard, were enough to make her want to run and hide from the army. She could only hope that she would deal with Roose, he was older. More mature, a more reasonable man. Right?

Ramsay Bolton | House Bolton

Sent off to do his father's bidding once again like an obedient little bitch. Ramsay detested it. Roose was nothing more than a means to an end. The end being in a position of power rather than just some Snow. At any rate, today Ramsay had been sent off to rush to the Stark's aid, riding in like some perverse white knight, all the while planning the Bolton's own takeover of the North. Robb Stark and his mother were losing this war badly. They likely wouldn't return and that problem would take care of itself. Ramsay had just needed an in. A way in which to get close to the Stark left behind- Aaliyah Stark. She was unlike the other Stark children from what Ramsay had heard. Where the other's all had the customary dark northern hair, or one of the girls had bright red Tully hair- Aaliyah had pure golden locks of hair. So gold it could almost be considered white. And her features were softer than that of her siblings. Certainly a beauty, Ramsay had been told. Not like that kind of thing bothered him per say, it would just make his job of getting close to the girl, securing her birthrite and an heir to the North, much easier. Ramsay had been mulling his move on the North over since Robb, proclaimed King of the North, rode off to war.

And of all people it was Theon Greyjoy that gave him that opportunity when he attacked Winterfell. His was not to question, and the moment Roose Bolton learned of this attack; he sent his son up to Aaliyah's rescue. To pretend to be some knight in shining armor that he most certainly was not. The battle hadn't even been all that long or particularly bloody or interesting much to Ramsay's displeasure. Theon Greyjoy was nothing more than a spoiled brat vying for his father's favor- and oh Gods was he going to pay. Ramsay had been wiping blood off his face when his men began murmuring and a female's voice called out, "Is Lord Bolton among you?"A vicious little grin spread on his cheeks, though the Bolton bastard had an easy enough time masking it with a weary, gentle look as he dismounted his horse, pushing through his men to greet the woman. Sure enough before him was an enchanting blonde, so blonde her hair almost matched the snow and Ramsay tried not to look too appreciative of her certainly enchanting figure. "Unfortunately, only his bastard." He greeted, an amused smile touching on his lips that he didn't feel. The words tasted like fucking venom on his tongue, though he was a master at manipulation those around him, and his own emotions. "I hope Theon Greyjoy didn't harm you in any manner- Aaliyah Stark I presume?"

He knew damned well who she was, though as of now Ramsay was nothing but the visage of a perfect gentleman. A cold wind was whipping around them, stinging his exposed cheeks and turning them ruddy. He waited until she introduced herself before properly introducing himself. "Lady Stark, you may call me Ramsay. Would you mind moving this inside? I'm afraid one of us may catch our death out here." He wanted to get out of this damned snow. Wanted to see the Winterfell that would surely be his by nightfall. Aaliyah didn't really have a choice- what with her men decimated, brother's either dead or fighting wars that would likely claim their lives; surrounded by Bolton men. No, if she was smart, Aaliyah would realize that when he proposed marriage to her before the week's end- she would have only one option and that was yes. "Bolton men are to stay outside. Secure the grounds, make sure there aren't any Ironborn left skulking about. And bring that down to the dungeons until it's been decided what to do with him." He ordered in a confident tone before turning back to the Stark daughter. "Shall we?" The offer was light, as he held out his arm for her so he could properly escort her back indoors. He could see her hesitation as she accepted, and it was quit difficult for him to hide the beastly grin.

She was afraid of him, and that thrilled Ramsay more than anything this day thus far. Aaliyah was by no means stupid, and though he hid the vile beast of his personality well for now- she could sense it. "I hear your brother's perished in the attack. My condolences. I will have my men help with the burials." False concern welled in his voice as they made their way indoor to Winterfell's warmth. Handmaidens were mostly the Stark servants left, and their eyes were wide as they witnessed their Lady of Winterfell being escorted by Roose's bastard. Irritation sparked his skin but he hid it well. "This must be a difficult time for you. If there's a greatroom we can sit and speak in- I'd be honored by your company." His voice smooth and confident whispered against the high walls and ceilings of this beautiful hold. Gods he couldn't wait to get his hands on it. Warden of the North. Now that was a title that began to become worthy for Ramsay Bolton. He only had to make sure his newest pawn and plaything Aaliyah, didn't refuse him. If so, that would ruin the plans that he and Roose had so painstakingly dreamt up when the war began- their chance for a massive consolidation of power.

Aaliyah's stomach churned at Ramsay's answer. She was sure that her disappointment showed on her features for the briefest of moments before she reminded herself of who she stood before and it was gone. Ramsay, the man who spoke had to be. She doubted the bastard would let another speak in his place, particularly if he was here. Her eyes fell to Theon who was crouched on his knees, Bolton men crowded around him. She gave a very slight shake of her head, forcing her eyes back up to meet Ramsay's. "He did not particularly," Aaliyah answered, thoughts drifting to her youngest brothers. Wherever they were right now, she hoped that they were safe. She had risked everything by sneaking them away, Aaliyah knew, but she wouldn't have been able to forgive herself if they were harmed because they remained behind. Theon hadn't been impressed to discover Rickon and Bran were gone, he had demanded answers from Aaliyah. A slap across the face had been all that he dared do to her. Another nod of her head when Ramsay spoke, "I am Aaliyah Stark, eldest daughter of Winterfell." Winterfell would be her home until the day that she died, whether that was today or in the years to come. Whether she resided in Winterfell or not didn't matter, she was a Stark and Winterfell would always be her home.

Quiet as Ramsay ordered his men around, Aaliyah felt conflicted. She knew that she should be thanking him for coming to their rescue but she couldn't help but feel like there was a bomb waiting to drop. He was already acting as if he was Lord here and that wasn't something that Aaliyah took kindly to - she wanted to tell him there was no need for his men to search her home. But she knew there was and really, what fight would she have been able to give up? Aaliyah was no fighter, she wouldn't have been able to kill even his weakest man if she had wanted to.

A small smile forced to her lips, Aaliyah wrapped her arm around Ramsay's and walked beside him, toward the great hall. Her breath hitched at the mention of her brothers, her shoulders tensing. Her brothers were alive and well as far as she knew, could she tell Ramsay? Opting on the side of cautious, Aaliyah forced her head to shake. "There is no need, Theon burned them as a warning to the rest of us," her voice was void of emotion as she spoke. She only hoped that Ramsay would believe the lie that Theon had been telling. That was the one good thing that Theon had given her, a lie to tell to keep her brothers safe.

Aaliyah's jaw was set as she stared forward, trying to ignore the whispers and stares from her servants. Reaching the great hall, Aaliyah led him to the main table. Before he could sit, Aaliyah took a seat at the chair that had been reserved for her father for so long. Taking a deep breath, Aaliyah said a silent prayer to the Gods that whatever was about to be said, wouldn't lead to her downfall. "Although I will be forever grateful for your aid, my Lord, I am left to wonder why you came to our rescue," Aaliyah broke the silence, turning to face Ramsay with a slight frown.

Ramsay Bolton | House Bolton

Burnt them? That was less work for Ramsay and he made a soft noise of disgust. Oh how easy to play the hero, the protector. At least until she served his needs. "My apologies. I hadn't realized Theon Greyjoy had brutalized your family in such a manner." Brutality. Hardly. Ramsay could feed a man to dogs without blinking an eye. Would grin while flaying a prisoner and could delight in such acts of violence and bloodshed. Burning two boys weren't all that impressive and Theon Greyjoy for lack of better words had simply been unimaginative in how he dealt with Rickon and Bran Stark. Although, those were just more loose ends tied up for the Bolton boy. The only real contender for Warden of the North's title would be true-born heirs. Robb, Bran, and Rickon. Robb was fighting a losing war and was likely going to take care of himself without Ramsay ever having to lay a finger on him. Theon had taken care of the other two Stark boys and the two girls were South, prisoners of the king and his mother. Again, nothing he had to worry about. And once Aaliyah consented to his marriage proposal, he would put a Bolton heir in her as soon as he could; as he and Roose planned. His blue eyes hid well the monster that lurked in his persona, the one that calculated every breath, expression and mannerism of Aaliyah; sizing her up like a bit of morsel to be gobbled down.

They finally made their way to the greatroom, Aaliyah taking the throne in the center of the room, and Ramsay taking a seat not too far off at one of the tables. He didn't want her to think him disrespectful by taking one of the seats reserved for the Lords and Ladies of Winterfell beside her. Sharp Aegean depths remained on Aaliyah as she spoke, though thankfully Ramsay had already thought an answer to this out. "Although I will be forever grateful for your aid, my Lord, I am left to wonder why you came to our rescue," It was easy to frown at this, as if troubled before shaking his head. "Well, of fealty mostly. Bolton's have sworn allegiance to the Starks." For now, until they could amass the Stark power for themselves. "My father can't spare much men, as most of them fight by your brother Robb's side. But when we received news of Winterfell being attacked by the Greyjoy boy... Well we felt it was not only our duty but in everyone's best interest." He paused, before adding, "Robb's men are in a precarious position right now. It could prove detrimental should he leave the battlefield. So... Well my father sent his men and myself down here to make sure no one else attempts to lay siege to Winterfell. or harm it's lords and ladies." Again he pauses, letting his eyes conflict with apology and guilt.

"We were too late on your brother's account, but I am relieved we were able to stop Theon from causing anymore harm. To you or Winterfell. I hope you don't think we overstep our bounds here Lady Stark." He added, allowing his gaze to meet her's. She was a sheep, and while he could sense her distrust of him- Ramsay doubted she realized just what kind of monster sat before her. "My father has given me instruction to remain here until Robb can dispatch men to protect Winterfell. I understand this idea probably makes you uncomfortable, but I'll do my best to provide you with company and not get in your way." Ramsay added, leaning forward a little in his seat. What choice did she have? Send him and his men away? Leave Winterfell unprotected? Surely she wasn't that dull. No, he caught the quick spark of wit in those eyes that intrigued Ramsay. If nothing else he was sure Aaliyah Stark was going to provide him with immense entertainment. "And while here, of course my men will be put to use. They'll help fix anything broken by Greyjoy's men." He had to gain her trust. That was the key to all his plans. If Aaliyah Stark did not trust him, she would be weary of him and his motives. She would be less likely to consent to marriage. And a Stark as a willing wife was the cornerstone of his plans.

The North remembers, and has always remembered the Stark's as their wardens and kings. While it would be so startlingly easy to grab a fistful of Aaliyah's white-blonde hair, slit her throat and be done with this tedious plan- the North would never, ever accept him or any Bolton. It would only make their support of the Stark name stronger and surely that would spell his downfall. So for his own safety, Ramsay had to play this game safely at first. As long as the woman before him served a purpose, he could not harm her. She was safe from death at his hands until she stopped being of use. Then Ramsay could do as he pleased. Once he had heirs, and the North's backing- Aaliyah would simply become obsolete. Until such time he would simply have to act in a manner that Aaliyah found pleasing. He'd have to tread very carefully so not to reveal his truer, more sadistic nature. "This is a lot of information for you to digest Lady Stark, especially with the recent deaths of your brothers. Perhaps you'd like to speak of this tomorrow, if it's too much. The last thing I wish to do is further trouble you." Ramsay offered, in a gentle concerned tone. Just as a gentleman should do.

This wasn't what Aaliyah had been raised to do. She was meant to be married off to a lord to strengthen their ties to her family house - to the Starks. She was meant to be the proper lady, sewing clothing and caring for her Lord husband, follow his every command as if it was a wish of her own. To be seen but to never be heard. Yes, Aaliyah knew the role that she had been raised to take well. She had accepted it a long while ago and it wasn't until Robb and her mother departed that she realized that she was now in charge of Winterfell. Until they returned home because in her mind, they had to. Even if they were losing a war, there was no chance of them not returning. They were her family, they must return. If for no other reason than to tell her what she needed to do, what Lord she would marry. Aaliyah wasn't meant to be sitting opposite a Ramsay Snow, thanking him or helping Winterfell where her brother couldn't. But here she was.

"No," Aaliyah heard herself speak, nearly startled by the sound of her own voice. It was calculated, as if she was prepared mentally for the role she had assumed. After nearly a year and a half, she supposed she had gotten used to it if nothing else. She drew in a deep breath, focusing on the long exhale before she spoke again. "I will have the guest chambers prepared for you, of course," she paused just long enough to give a nod of her head toward the handmaiden that stood by the doorway. She called out the request as the girl was much too far away to hear them speak and watched as the woman scurried out of the room.

"I have heard stories of you and your men. While I am not here to tell you what is right and what is wrong, there will be no brutalizing of my servants. Your men to keep their hands to themselves, my people are not here to serve them but instead to rebuild the home that they very nearly lost," Aaliyah spoke at length. She watched Ramsay carefully, knowing that the act he put on was nothing more than just that. If Ramsay was even half the monster she had heard, she knew she should be treading carefully. Very, very carefully. Her people looked to her for what little protection she could provide, she needed to fulfill her duties while they still remained hers. "They have suffered enough at the hands of a supposed friend." Aaliyah's gaze dropped, a frown coming to her features. She had grown up beside Theon, she had never thought he would go against her family and yet here they sat. All because of Theon.

Aaliyah suddenly felt as tired as Ramsay seemed to think she was. Her shoulders sagged and she had to take a moment to look away to compose herself. It wouldn't do to cry in front of her guest, what with having just met him and all. "A feast will be prepared in thanks," she broke the silence again, grinding her teeth together as she turned back to him. Just enough to keep her composure just a bit longer. "It should be ready by supper time, is there anything of particular request I can have readied for you?"

Ramsay Bolton | House Bolton

Hearing the guest chambers would be prepared Ramsay dipped his head in silent thanks; his dark curls falling past his forehead for a moment before looking back up. "I'm grateful for your kindness Aaliyah Stark. My men and I won't soon forget it." He praised. No, he certainly would not forget it. "I have heard stories of you and your men." Her next statement gathered his attention, and Ramsay almost narrowed his eyes. However, the last second he caught himself and rather widened them as if shocked by this. "While I am not here to tell you what is right and what is wrong, there will be no brutalizing of my servants. Your men are to keep their hands to themselves, my people are not here to serve them but instead rebuild the home that they very nearly lost." She spoke in a stern, and rigid tone- probably the most Ramsay had heard her speak since meeting her. Irritation boiled beneath his skin. The bastard hated being told what to do, though he couldn't let her know that being ordered around bothered him. "My lady." He spoke, in an almost affronted tone. "My men and I are here to help. Whatever horror stories you've heard may not be entirely truthful.

But in any event you have my word. No harm will come to your servants from me or my men." Firm. Firm was a good tone selection for that statement. The Stark's prided themselves on words and honor. Ramsay could play along to that game for the time being. "And should I hear of any mistreatment coming to your servants from my men- I will allow the victimized servant pick out their punishment." Though he doubted it would come to that. His father's men knew exactly what kind of beast Ramsay was; and their fear inspired fierce loyalty from them. "We will be nothing but help to you and your's while we are here." Ramsay promised his lips tilted into a smile. Out of the corner of his eye he noted the servant girl scamper off, likely to fix his chambers up. His men could sleep in the stables for all he cared. "A feast will be prepared in thanks." Aaliyah stated after a silence stretched between them and he simply nodded to this. He was starving. He had ridden hard to get to Winterfell before Theon brought further harm.

"It should be ready by supper time. Is there anything of particular request I can have readied for you?" He would love a good boar, but that would require a hunt and would put an unnecessary strain on Aaliyah. And for now he couldn't afford to drive her further away than she already was. "Don't trouble yourself so much over us. We'll eat anything edible. Just a good glass of mead will sate the men." Ramsay promised, getting to his feet. He had work to do. Namely making sure his men didn't step out of line and make an ass out of him, or themselves. "I will see you at dinner Aaliyah. If I can be in service to you in anyway please don't hesitate to call upon me." And then, biting his tongue the bastard bowed deeply to the woman. "I won't do this forever." He thought bitterly to himself. Only until she consented to be his wife. He'd force her into it if he thought that would be a viable option. But alas, that would only bring more malcontent and uneasiness to those who supported the Stark's. He had to make his move just right, or everything would in vain. He watched as she exited towards the side of the room, and Ramsay in the other direction. He refused to let his cheery smile drop.

If Aaliyah was smart she'd have her servants watching him, and if he showed his other face too soon it would get back to her. It would drive the petite blonde away. So with a subtle smile gracing his lips, almost making him appear handsome and serene, Ramsay strode out towards the stables where his men were still milling about. Grabbing the nearest captain he could find Ramsay slung an arm over the captain's shoulder that appeared to be friendly; though Ramsay gripped his shoulder tightly. "You let your men know, none of you are to touch the Stark servants. Not to even so much as look at them. Understand? lest you'll be dealing with me." He warned in a low predatory voice, rumbling with a growl. The male's eyes were wide as he nodded. "Great!" Ramsay exclaimed letting go. "There'll be a feast around supper." He added, before turning back towards Winterfell. He would ready a bath for himself. Ramsay was aware his clothes were splattered with blood, as were parts of his skin, and streaked with dirt. He hardly looked presentable. So he'd soak all his irritations and worries away mentally scheming for his next step with Aaliyah.

Once he made it to his chambers, and his bath was drawn he felt goosebumps raise on his skin as Ramsay lowered himself into the tub of steaming water, feeling his muscles tighten and then relax beneath the warmth. What exactly had Aaliyah heard of him? The flaying sure, it was what House Bolton was known for. But did she hear about how he delighted in inflicting torture onto those he deemed worthy of it? A soft groan rumbled past his throat as he absently began to scrub the filth and blood off his skin from the short battles with the Ironborn. He remained in that tub for the better part of an hour, until the water grew cold and he was forced to get out. Once out he found some clothes that had been lain out for him and changed into them. It was getting close to dinner so Ramsay figured he should go down there and work on getting Aaliyah to marry him, to securing the North. He didn't particularly feel like doing it as he strode from the room, his cheerful and gentle persona staining his face as he made his way into the Greathall. The tables were mostly filled by his men, who were rather well behaved he noted smugly. So, with a note of trepidation he approached where Aaliyah was sat, and gestured to the seat next to her. "Is this spot taken Lady Stark?"

Not entirely truthful? Aaliyah raised a brow at that but chose not to comment. She doubted very much that Ramsay was anything other than what she had heard. Since she was young, whispers happened among her and her siblings about the Boltons. Some rumors meant to scare the other sibling and some born from truths of a battle that occurred. She had heard very little about Ramsay, but that he was a true Bolton at heart. Worse than Roose himself even, perhaps. Instead, Aaliyah only offered a small smile. Restrained but it was there either way. "And I, you," Aaliyah returned the offer. She was Lady of Winterfell for now, of course if Ramsay had any concerns, he would come to her. She could only hope that he wouldn't come calling for her. As little interaction with Ramsay as possible - his smiles unnerved her. Got under her skin unlike anything she had ever witnessed before, there was something carefully hidden away. Perhaps a beast that only needed a bit of prodding before he came out.

Leaving the greatroom, Aaliyah reached out for the first servant's hand, whispering an order to stay away from Ramsay and his men as much as possible. It would be best in her mind. It left less room for an potential violence and that was all she really wanted. Her people safe and happy. If that meant not learning of Ramsay's true nature until it was loo late, so be it.

Stepping into her chambers, Aaliyah offered Erri, her handmaiden, a gentle smile. With the request of a bath, she undressed herself while the girl tended to the tub off to the side of her room. Sinking into the water, it wasn't long until the two girls whispered amongst themselves about the recent development. Ramsay was here and he said for no other reason than loyalty. She wanted to believe it but deep down, she had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that there was more to the story than he wanted to say. Never mind that though, she would find out in the near enough future, of that she had no doubt. After her hair was washed and she had washed her body, Aaliyah climbed from the tub and readied herself for the feast tonight. She had selected one of her favourite dresses, Erri helped with doing up her hair into a loose braid that laid over her right shoulder.

Time passed far too quickly for Aaliyah. Supper would be served soon, her presence would be required shortly. She flashed her maid a smile before they left for the greatroom. After she took her seat at the head of the room, Erri went about helping the other servants with whatever was necessary. She surveyed the room and felt her stomach churn - the hall was filled with Bolton men. Men that didn't belong here at Winterfell. Yet what choice did she have? Kicking them out would have been suicide, she couldn't dare leave her people unprotected. "He's arrived, m'lady," Erri whispered to her, motioning discretely to Ramsay after he entered the room. Aaliyah watched warily, shooing her friend away, as Ramsay approached her. What now? What could she possibly offer to Ramsay in the start of a feast? Aaliyah's jaw tensed at the question, eyes narrowed just the slightest. Deny him? No, that would be unkind and Ramsay had saved them, she couldn't just treat him like an unwanted visitor.

Aaliyah watched as a servant poured Ramsay his glass of mead. She refused to look at him - looking into his eyes made her skin crawl. She was sure under other circumstances that they would have made her swoon, being as bright and clear as they were. Like perhaps if they hadn't belonged to Ramsay. Deciding to break the silence that stretched between them, Aaliyah spoke without looking. "Your men have proven you correct, I've heard not a single complaint about any of them..." she trailed off, knowing that her shock would be obvious. Ramsay Bolton's men were behaving like a proper group of knights? Aaliyah would have found the idea laughable if she hadn't witnessed it herself. "I hope that you find your stay at Winterfell to be delightful even if it more cold than you are accustomed to."

Ramsay Bolton | House Bolton

He slid into the seat once it was offered, almost at once being poured a glass of mead. His gaze swept over his men every so often as the feast carried on, and for once he wasn't offering conversation to Aaliyah. She would eventually think that odd, it was best to let her come to him time to time. He was beginning to pick at his meat when Aaliyah spoke. "Your men have proven you correct, I've not heard a single complaint about any of them..." Ramsay was smug to hear this. "Yes, I would hope so. Sometimes war gets the best of men's bloodlust- but they're not bad people." He stated, taking a bite of the poultry that had been served to him; washing it down with a gulp of mead. He wouldn't drink too much. That'd be unbecoming as his father would say. "The Bolton's are loyal to the Stark's. My men wouldn't cast our loyalty into doubt." He wanted to sneer at this. All his House cared about was gaining more power. All Ramsay cared about; because at the end of the day no one would dare ever look at him like a bastard again. No one would snicker or turn their noses up at him once he had the North in his pocket, and a Stark for a bride.

"I hope that you find your stay at Winterfell to be delightful, even if it is more cold than you are accustomed to." Aaliyah spoke again, and Ramsay flickered his gaze back to her; searching for any fallacy in her words. He doubted she meant it, but she was good enough at covering up her emotions. "I have delightful company. I'm sure it'll be enjoyable. Save for the cold." He agreed with an easy-going laugh. "I must confess it's a good bit colder here than Bolton lands." That bit was true at least. For awhile he simply ate his food, blinking wearily. The day had begun to catch up to him. From riding on his father's order to the scuffle, to the lethargic warmth his body had soaked up from his bath- Ramsay Bolton was beginning to grow drowsy. The mead certainly hadn't helped keep him awake. However, it would be rude for him to drift off, or even cut out early to rest so he turned his attentions back to Aaliyah.

"The feast is delicious. My men and I truly appreciate all your kindness you've shown towards us. House Bolton isn't always the most welcomed House in the North. Understandably." Ramsay murmured. He didn't give a damn about what the other houses thought of him, so long as they would be loyal to him. Yet, as he mentioned it, his voice softened as if this displeased him. Ramsay had been forged by his houses brutalities, but she didn't have to know this quite yet. "You are a good woman Lady Stark. And I do hope we can grow to be friends." The compliment for all intensive purposes sounded honest, genuine. She had a bastard brother, and Ramsay would use that to gain empathy from her. It had to be subtle however, and he wouldn't dare bring it up now. Yes, Ramsay as of now was nothing but the perfect visage of a gentlemen. The kind of act that would normally turn those around him blind to his sadist tendencies.

He doubted it would be as easy as that though. As the feast wore on, and his men were eventually full and happy, and Ramsay noted Aaliyah yawning he took it upon himself to bow out. "This has been a wonderful welcome M'lady. I don't think House Bolton can express it's gratitude for your kindness enough. However, it's been a long day for the both of us. I will retire for the evening if you don't mind." When she rather quickly assured him it was fine, Ramsay had the feeling that she was eager to be rid of his company- really he was going to have to work on befriending and charming the Stark, he bade goodnight before striding out of the Greathall back to his room. Tired fingers pulled off the outfit he'd been given and feeling too lazy simply collapsed into the bed nude as the day he'd been born save for a pair of white trousers that hung loosely off his hips. Tomorrow he would plan on seeking out Lady Stark, perhaps offer to take her for a walk, or a hunt if she was into that sort of thing. Tomorrow would be another day to gain her loyalty; and with that Ramsay Bolton began to drift off into a light sleep; his breaths soft and whispering against the walls as he slumbered.

Aaliyah was not necessarily surprised by the compliment that fell from Ramsay's lips but rather, the reaction it brought forth. Her stomach flipped and she wondered if the feeling were the so called butterflies other girls whispered about. Certainly couldn't be. She lowered her head and turned it away to the side so that Ramsay would hopefully not catch sight of the blush that had found its way onto her cheeks. No. Absolutely no way was she feeling in such a way in reaction to Ramsay Snow, Roose Bolton's bastard. He was an illegitimate child, she couldn't even consider such a thing without her brother's approval. Robb was off fighting a war, the last of his worries would be who Aaliyah would give her hand to, unless it would gain him an advantage. Shaking her thoughts away, Aaliyah only frowned at the next statement from the bastard. "My father trusted yours, there will be no judgement within these halls so long as we can continue to get along," Aaliyah spoke quietly and she truly meant her words. Ramsay was welcome here, as were his men, so long as they respected her people.

When Ramsay took his exit, Aaliyah visibly relaxed. Her shoulders eased and her jaw wasn't so tense. As his men began to disappear, Aaliyah took it upon herself to retire to her chambers that were right beside the main chambers - the room that still held her mother's name. It wasn't long until Aaliyah was in her night dress and not long after that that she was fast asleep under the warmth of her furs.

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The next morning came far too early to Aaliyah and luckily, she wasn't woken by the sounds of battle outside her castle's walls. It was only a few minutes later that Erri arrived with a steaming cup of coffee to help Aaliyah wake. They sat and talked quietly while Erri brushed and braised her hair. Aaliyah could not begin to describe how thankful for Erri she was, the girl had grown up beside Aaliyah and they were best of friends, one just happened to have a higher standing within Winterfell. "Just be careful, Aali," the young maid spoke in a whisper so that the walls would not pick up her words, used the nickname that she had given her Lady years ago. "The stories of Ramsay Snow are horrid, I would absolutely hate to see an ill fate for you." Aaliyah frowned but thanked the girl anyway - she was only expressing her concern and for that, she couldn't be upset.

Once dressed, Aaliyah made her way down to the Greatroom for breakfast. She didn't eat all that much, didn't bother to wait to see if Ramsay would be down. She was sure he would be at some point. Her way down to the stables was short and she made her way to the far end one where her horse greeted her at the door. Very few things did Aaliyah do that would have been considered out of line for a Lady but to care for her horse was one of them that she had yet to give up. With a great big scoop of hay meant to be feed, Aaliyah stepped into the stall and began to brush the horse down, enjoying the peace of being hidden away where people rarely thought to look for her.

Ramsay Bolton | House Bolton

He had never been a peaceful sleeper. Rather in sleep he was possessed with violent thrashing, and panicked mumbles. In his dreams, Ramsay fought with his own mind, and his own demons. So, when he woke he did so violently, jarring up right fighting his way to get out of the blankets and sheets twisted around him. Ramsay's skin was coated with a light layer of sweat as his heart ricocheted about his chest. Already he was forgetting whatever nightmare he'd been enduring during his sleep; though it left him perturbed. Once he'd calmed down and woken up fully, he had immediately thrown himself back into his plans for Aaliyah and Winterfell. He had awoken, and after a quick face wash, had gotten dressed. It was still quite early out, though that didn't stop him from seeking out one of his captains for a report on the going's on in Winterfell. No one had stepped out of place, and there were no Ironborn left besides Theon. Safe and sound. Whether the Ironborn didn't see the point in coming back, or the Bolton name was scaring off any would-be intruders- it worked out perfectly.

This meant that he could spend the day trying to get Aaliyah to trust him. If last night was any indication it wasn't going to be an easy road; but Ramsay loved a good challenge. He smirked to himself as he thought of her surprise when she discovered truly what kind of man he was. Would she be frightened? Shocked? Disgusted? It was usually a mixture of all three. Ramsay after making sure everything was well and good with the Bolton's and their stay at Winterfell; had simply taken breakfast in his room. It would give him much needed solitude and time to mull over his plans for the day. He'd have to locate Aaliyah at some point. He hoped she'd buy his excuse that he'd simply been desiring her company; though he'd do that after. He wished to take a ride, to go hunt a bit before actually working further on his attempts to secure the North. Once his breakfast had been devoured; eggs, a bit of ham and some coffee Ramsay had gotten dressed in his normal attire.

He dipped his head in a friendly greeting to any who's eyes lingered on him as he made his way to the stables; the bow already strapped to his back with a quiver full of arrows. He'd ride to the Southern parts of the woods. Animals tended to flock that direction. Maybe he could fell a deer and bring it back to impress Aaliyah. He was still planning, as he often was, when he stepped into the Stark stables; and he noted at once the Lady of the hold quietly feeding one of the horses. The stall had was open and he would of figured it was a servant tending to the horses had he not caught her stepping back into the stall with an armful of hay to feed to the gentle beast. It intrigued him; truly. It was odd for a noblelady to care for her own animals. Normally servants did that. She hadn't seemed to notice him, and so he cleared her throat trying not to startle her. Almost at once her head poked out from the side of the stable her eyes landing on him. "It seems we had similar ideas." He said, motioning to the bow on his back.

"I hope you don't mind?" Ramsay spoke, stepping closer towards the stall. His gaze had already swept the row of horses, though none caught his gaze in particular. He was far more of a dog person. "I was thinking of going for a hunt. Would you like to join me? I could use the fresh air and company. I don't know Stark lands very well, but hoped in felling something for dinner to help the servants." He spoke in a cheerful tone, as he leaned against the stable walls. "If you'd rather stay that'd be fine as well. Though would you have a suggestion on where to start hunting?" Ramsay was aware of them being the only two in the stall; though he knew this wasn't the time or place to attempt to seduce the woman. No, that would be rushing things- and this plan of his would require meticulous planning and perfect execution of time. "Perhaps if not a hunt, a ride? Though, don't feel obligated. I've been on plenty hunts and rides alone."

Her horse, Lady, had been a gift from her parents when she turned five. They had fallen prey to the young girl's puppy dog eyes every time that she was asked what she wanted for her name day. "A pony, of course!" Ned had laughed and shaken his head the first time the answer was given but as the day drew closer, Aaliyah's determination didn't waiver. Her parents eventually caved and bought the horse that arrived just the day before Aaliyah's fifth name day. When times were rough, the Lady took to tending to her horse for no other reason than it made her feel closer to her parents. One who had passed, who was buried in the keep below the castle, and to her mother, who was off fighting a war beside her oldest brother. Stepping back into the stall, Aaliyah set the hay down just in time to hear someone clearing their throat. She jerked around and peeked outside of the stall, eyes narrowing accusingly. Rightfully so as the source proved to be Ramsay.

"Of course not. Winterfell is your home for now, do as you please," Aaliyah forced herself to speak, trying to remain polite. Ramsay had yet to give her a personal reason to hate him, to dread his presence, and so she thought she didn't have a right to be hostile. She was quiet as she turned back around, hoping that Ramsay would leave her be. When he stepped to the entrance to the stall, that hope was dashed. Aaliyah weighed her options, brushing away at Lady's coat. "I've never been hunting, it's never been something I've been keen on," she spoke quietly, her mind racing. Be polite, do not speak unless you've been spoken to, remember to smile, be welcoming. Ramsay wouldn't be her husband, she was sure, but he was still a Lord's son and he should be welcomed while he was here.

Aaliyah was quiet as she stepped around her horse, careful of the manure that was on the ground. She reached first for the blanket that she tossed over Lady's back before hefting the saddle over her own shoulder. "I wasn't planning to today but I suppose that a ride wouldn't hurt," Aaliyah finally answered Ramsay. Putting most of her weight on her right foot, Aaliyah lifted the saddle onto her horse before ducking below to tighten the strap under her belly. She was all too aware of the position that she was in but being winter, Aaliyah was dressed for the part and offered nothing particularly appealing as far as a view went.

"Have you eaten breakfast already then?" She asked, turning to Ramsay once she stood again. Aaliyah stepped forward, to grab the bridle that hung just inside the stall. "Any ride worth the time will easily take at least an hour or two so if not, it would probably be best to eat before we depart."

Ramsay Bolton | House Bolton

He tried not to grin when she agreed to go for a ride with him. Though, grin should be used liberally. It was more like a feral baring of teeth like a mad dog. So he simply nodded. "That's pleasing to hear. A ride would clear my thoughts, and I'd get to witness the infamously beautiful Stark lands." Ramsay agreed, deciding to simply take the horse across from the stall that Aaliyah was in. It housed a piebald stallion, who seemed mild-mannered enough for a ride. Wordlessly Ramsay began to prepare the beast for travel; being a bastard he was well accustomed to readying his own beasts. He didn't let his gaze linger on Aaliyah readying her horse. She'd find it disrespectful and he really couldn't afford that. He was hoping this hunt would lower her defenses she held towards him. Lower them enough for him to slip through her defensive cracks. Figure out how mind worked, and worm his way in there. "Have you eaten breakfast already then?"

She spoke as he readied his beast, and glancing over his shoulder made a soft humming noise. "Before I left the guest chamber. I'm afraid I was simply too tired to venture down to the Greathall for breakfast today." They didn't talk much after that, Ramsay was determined not to overcrowd. Rather he let his finger nimbly and deftly adjusting the tack, making sure the bridle was on correctly and that the saddle was not too tight nor would slip off while they were riding. Eventually the two were ready and Ramsay led his mount out of the stables, and mounted in the courtyard. A few of his soldiers were watching with questioning looks though Ramsay ignored them. Together they set off, out of the gates, Ramsay closely following slightly behind Lady Stark. He had to admit he was impressed with Stark lands. They were beautiful, wild open spaces and only made Winterfell that much more desirable to the Bolton bastard.

Overhead the skies were dark, and the rain from yesterday had condensed into mud that squelched whenever one of the horses hooves sunk into the substance. A chill was in the air, though Ramsay was nearly positive there was almost always a chill in the air around Winterfell. He allowed the first fifteen minutes to pass by without conversation. She seemed to have responded best by his vulnerable, wounded bastard facade. "It's beautiful out here. Even nicer to have someone to share a ride with." He commented as she turned the horses off the roads, towards the woods. His bow and quiver were still strapped to his back rattled with each step of the piebald stallion. "You must of done this a thousand times with your siblings." An almost plaintive wistfulness crept into Ramsay's tone. As though he were envious of that. Truth be told; Ramsay Bolton detested the idea of having a sibling.

Just one more person to compete with for the titles of power and land. Gods help him if Roose had a legitimate heir. The thought made him grip the reins a little tighter and his eyes darken for just the most fleeting of moments. He'd be thrown out onto the streets. A bastard had no place in high-society after all. "Do you miss them?" Ramsay asked next leaning slightly forward in his saddle as he spoke, his brows knitted together. The Starks had thrived on family. Being separated from that family must surely be taking a toll on Aaliyah. Ramsay wanted to know how deep that toll was. How cut off she felt, how desperate. How easy would it be for him to take advantage of the isolation she must surely be feeling, and wriggle himself into her life to manipulate her as he saw fit. Overhead a few birds called back and forth, but nothing that was worth an arrow or supper.

Climbing atop Lady was easy as any other day was, Aaliyah did her very best to ignore the looks that were focused on them. Between Ramsay's men and her own servants, Aaliayh was sure that a hundred eyes were on them easily. Keeping her gaze forward, Aaliyah grit her teeth and urged her horse forward, through the gates. A comfortable sort of silence save for the horses' hooves hitting the ground, and for that silence, Aaliyah was incredibly thankful. She had to admit it was nice to be able to ride without worry that a beast would attack - there was an odd source of comfort that Ramsay's presence brought her. No beast would get close enough to cause her harm, Ramsay's weapons would assure that.

Aaliyah afforded Ramsay a gentle smile of acknowledgement, pleased more than she would admit that Ramsay thought her home was beautiful If you ever bothered to ask her, Aaliyah would fight to the end of her last breath to convince you Winterfell was home to the most beautiful lands in all of Westeros. This time was not unlike any other time she had been complimented on her homeland. "Winterfell holds the most beautiful of all the lands in Westeros. Kings Landing doesn't even begin to compare. The Vale, if nothing else, is second. The castle is perhaps even more breathtaking but my lands, nothing could compare," Aaliyah spoke, almost too cocky. Anyone that knew Aaliyah Stark knew that she would never bend, she would never break. She was a girl full of pride, that embodied her family's traits as well as any Stark. Honorable, proud almost to a fault.

The question caught Aaliyah off guard, as much as it shouldn't have. She should have seen the question coming from Ramsay and yet, she was startled enough to tense, tighten her grip on her reins, causing Lady to let out a snort of unhappiness. She struggled to bring her thoughts back to reality and it was a long moment before she chose to answer Ramsay's question. "Very much so but I understand Robb is avenging our father's death. My sisters are held prisoner, I can only hope for the safe return one day. My br-" Aaliyah cut off her words sharply, realizing she had just been about to say her brothers were off, the Gods only knew where. She was silent now, realizing she had almost put herself into a trap that she had set for herself. Aaliyah refused to look in his direction, hoping that Ramsay hadn't caught on.

"Regardless of what the future holds, my duty is to remain in Winterfell and rule in my brother's place until he returns," spoken like a true highborn Lady who understood her place. And understand her place well, Aaliyah did. Tugging on the reins, her horse came to a stop in the middle of a clearing. She dismounted, tying off the reins to a nearby ranch. "Come. There's a breathtaking waterfall not too far off," Aaliyah spoke quietly, turning and starting for the trail that led to the aforementioned waterfall.

Ramsay Bolton | House Bolton

"Winterfell holds the most beautiful of all the lands in Westeros. Kings Landing doesn't even begin to compare. The Vale, if nothing else, is second. The castle is perhaps even more breathtaking but my lands, nothing could compare," She stated, and honest pride welled in her voice. "I've never had the pleasure of traveling to the Vale. Though I'm having trouble believing it comes close." Ramsay admitted, not having to fake how impressed he was of Stark lands. It only made him eager to secure a marriage between him and Aaliyah. She seemed to relax in his presence, little by little and he hoped he was doing something right. For awhile Aaliyah didn't his question on if she missed her siblings. Of course she did- that was just the kind of person she was. Another core difference between Ramsay and Aaliyah. Very much so but I understand Robb is avenging our father's death. My sisters are held prisoner, I can only hope for the safe return one day. My br-"

When she spoke there was a genuine longing in her voice and Ramsay didn't miss the way she went to speak about her brothers. Probably forgot they were dead. He wouldn't read too much into her slip up. "I hear your sisters are safe for now, and Robb is fighting hard to get them back." His words were soft and designed to bring comfort to the Stark Lady. "You must have hope that he'll bring them home." He urged, drawing his horse beside her's. "Regardless of what the future holds, my duty is to remain in Winterfell and rule in my brother's place until he returns," He nodded. He had the slightest begrudging sense of respect for Aaliyah Stark. She was as resilient as the North itself and wooing her was not going to be easy. She was smart and sharp, Aaliyah would not turn a blind eye to what she'd heard of him, or his behavior simply because he smiled sweetly at her. "Come. There's a breathtaking waterfall not too far off,"

She was changing the subject, and Ramsay followed her mutely down the trail. It was beautiful, a little overgrown but leading towards a beautiful waterfall without a soul in sight. Quiet, peaceful even. It was a little bit of a ride maybe twenty minuets before they were at it's basin's and Ramsay slid off the back of his horse feet landing on the ground. He led his horse towards the water's edge, allowing his horse to drink. "Lady Stark." It was a good long silence before Ramsay spoke again. "My men will fight with Robb to bring the heirs of the North home." Perhaps if she saw him as someone who was working hard to save her family- whatever reservations that she had of him would be alleviated. The chill invoked a ruddy red on his cheeks, as he watched the piebald stallion take a few drinks of crystal clear water. "Lady Stark, if you wouldn't mind me being straightforward for a moment?"

He turned his gaze to her, allowing a confused curiosity to color his icy gaze, a sharp juxtapose to his alabaster skin. "Are you frightened of me?" The question was spoken with a note of curiosity. His gaze pinned her's beneath his, as if trying to seek the answer simply from her facial expressions. Ramsay wanted to lull her into a false sense of security. He wanted to make her think her fears of him were just silly cautionary tales, that he was the poor Bolton Bastard, being branded a monster for simply doing what he must in times of war. Any fears she had of him he wanted to falsely assuage and once she was securely his, reveal his true face to her. For Ramsay Bolton cared for very little, and while he might be intrigued by this new plaything- it was a fleeting feeling. He'd grow bored and want to let his inner beast out eventually.

Aaliyah's shoulders sagged at the mention of Robb fighting. She knew he was a great warrior, their father had made sure of it even before Ned left Winterfell for the very last time. She lowered her gaze to the ground as they moved throughout the forest, her heart skipping a beat. Would Robb return? She certainly had spent her fair shown of praying to the Old Gods and even the New, to return the rest of her family to Winterfell. To reunite them. Silence filled the air for the rest of the time. As always, her first glimpse of the waterfall took her breath away. There once had been a time or two where she had swam in the depths of the small lake at the bottom - when she had the opportunity to sneak away on her own. It had only happened once or twice before, Aaliyah understood the trouble that could befall her if she was captured by some wreckless bandit.

"Your men fought well at Winterfell, I'm sure that Robb will be thankful for their aid," Aaliyah answered back quickly. A polite smile settled onto her features as she turned to face Ramsay. Her brows knit together at the initial question. She found herself bracing, preparing for whatever comment that Ramsay was about to make. She gave a tense nod, resisting the urge to bite down on her bottom lip. No, she wouldn't act shy in front of Ramsay. The follow up question had caught Aaliyah off guard as her eyes met his. She felt her breath be taken away - was it because of how mesmerizing his gaze was or was it because of the question? She didn't know, didn't have long enough to consider which.

Instead of giving an answer, Aaliyah quirked an eyebrow. "Should I be, m'lord?" Her head cocked to the side, she swallowed the lump that had suddenly formed in her throat. Ramsay was standing closer now, yet to be too close. "You've given me no reason to. I suspect that you may have been right, the rumors must be exaggerated at the very least," she found herself saying. Aaliyah wasn't entirely sure that she believed her words but she hoped she was correct. She hoped that the rumors that she had grown up with were just that - rumors that were untrue. Most she had heard were of Ramsay doing what he must doing war time anyway - she didn't really think it was fair to judge such a thing. The ends did justify the means in some cases. The ones that revolved around torturing his servants, hunting women in the woods that wrapped around his home, surely they must be wrong. The hunting rumor was enough that Aaliyah found herself shivering. She tugged her cloak closer, hoping that would bring her some sort of comfort.

"I will never be able to properly repay you for coming to our aid at Winterfell when we most needed it," Aaliyah started. She shifted her weight from one foot to the next, finally pulling her eyes away from his. "If there is anything that I can offer you to begin to repay the debt, please, m'lord, don't hesitate."

Ramsay Bolton | House Bolton

"I don't wish you to be frightened of me." Ramsay murmured, his voice soft. And he didn't not at the minute. Most of the fun in torture, was making the person believe they were safe from you. That you would never harm them. And then to watch the wounded, pained, shock in their eyes as you held the knife, bloodied by them. The betrayal- he loved it. He needed her to trust him first. "You've given me no reason to. I suspect that you may have been right, the rumors must be exaggerated at the very least," He glanced away as if embarrassed by this as he laid a gentle hand on his horse's neck. Gently he ran his hands over the beast's neck, the soft fur cushioning his hand. "I hope not to disappoint you Lady Stark. Few have been as... Accepting of me as you have been. For that I am grateful to you." He spoke this as if he were sheepish about what he'd just said his eyes flickering from her back to the horse who he was gently petting.

"I will never be able to properly repay you for coming to our aid at Winterfell when we most needed it." She stated, and Ramsay simply looked over and offered a gentle smile. She would be able to repay him, when she allowed him to take the North, and give him true born heirs to secure his position. "If there is anything I can offer you to begin to repay the debt, please, m'lord, don't hesitate." He chuckles, glancing towards her with an easy shrug. "Lady Stark, these are difficult times. The South is trying to bully the North into bending the knee. We know no king except Robb Stark, and his family. It's my honor and duty to help you. You needn't worry about your safety while my men and I are around. I swear it." Words were empty to him, they always had been; and that was just as empty as nearly everything else he had told Aaliyah Stark. The North would know a king. It wouldn't the Southern bastards, nor the Young Wolf- it would be Ramsay Bolton.

Too long his house had sat on the sidelines, being looked down upon by the other lords and ladies of the North. No more. Soon all the houses would be bending the knee to him. And if those Southern fuckers dare encroach on his land, well Ramsay would have them all flayed. "All in good time." Overhead an eagle screeched, gaining his attention. A part of him had always envied birds. Free to go where they pleased; and when they ripped apart smaller animals or birds- it was just their nature. They were free to be what they were created to do in a sense that Ramsay could not. He had to hide his many faces to keep the beast that had been born and cultivated in him under lock and key until it was time to let him out. Clearing his throat, Ramsay gestured to Aaliyah's horse. "Does she have a name? You seem quite attached to her." People tended to trust through their animals.

If that beast was special to Aaliyah, it would be wise to feign interest in it. He listened as she explained it's name, Lady. And how Ned and Cat had gotten it for her on her fifth nameday. It was clear she adored the horse. "Lady... A good name." He echoed, running a hand through his wild brunette locks. They should get moving again, Ramsay wasn't sure who or what prowled these woods and his stallion had finished drinking. "Shall we be on our way then Lady Stark? I think this one is ready to get moving again." He spoke as he swung himself up into the saddle, then leaned forward to pat the mount's neck once again. Ramsay had a slightly higher tolerance for animals than humans; and even then he delighted in hurting them. His mother once told him he hadn't been born right, though his father had nurtured his sadistic side. The Bolton bastard supposed it was all about perspective.

Aaliyah's chest burned, made her want to close the distance between Ramsay and herself and to pull him into a hug. To comfort him because the look that crossed his face as he thanked her for such a welcome, it made her heart ache. She looked away from where Ramsay stood, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth. "Your parents being married means little to your worth," Aaliyah spoke quietly, wanting to offer something at least. She didn't feel comfortable enough yet to do such a thing so she would have to settle on her words being enough. "Jon is perhaps the greatest man of our generation that I have ever had the pleasure to know and he, too, is a bastard. It may mean more to certain highborn folk but it is nothing to me."

Her face lit up as she spoke about her horse, who she leaned against just enough that her head rest against the animal's neck. Her fingers tangled into the coarse hair of the horse's mane, tugging gently on the knots until them came free. "Mother was always against us receiving a horse as a nameday gift, particularly being so young but Father never could say no. Not when I gave him my puppy eyes," Aaliyah spoke wistfully, her mind far away. A sad sort of smile settled itself onto her lips and Aaliyah couldn't help the tears that were brought to her eyes at the thought of her father. She was in a particularly vulnerable state of mind, being so far outside of Winterfell's gates and in a place that she called her own. Her siblings and parents all knew of the place but Aaliyah still considered it hers. So much so that if not for the sacred Godswood, Aaliyah would have certainly married with the waterfall just behind her.

Aaliyah wanted to deny Ramsay - wanted to stay longer but she knew what he was thinking. The woods were dangerous, even more so if there were any Ironborn scum lurking about, waiting for an opportunity to pounce. She let out a sigh before pulling herself up into Lady's saddle. Turning her around, Aaliyah led the way back toward the main road.

"My apologies for being so..." Aaliyah trailed off, wincing as she clipped her words before they could actually be said. "Standoffish," she finally forced the word from her mouth. She focused on the attention in front in front of them. "I have yet to get used to my duties, it was never meant to be my position. Perhaps I can learn a thing or two from you while you reside at Winterfell." Aaliyah grinned now, not aware of the fuel that she had just given to the bastard that rode beside her.

Ramsay Bolton | House Bolton

He could pinpoint the exact moment that Aaliyah let her guard down for him- even if it was a fleeting thing. Her eyes had darkened at the mention of how some other lords had treated him due to his previous Snow surname. Aaliyah's bottom lip was trapped between her lips before she spoke. "Your parents being married means little to your worth," No, but it certainly did help. It would grant him lands and a legitimized privilege that Robb Stark had. That any respectable lord had. Instead of voicing this, Ramsay's eyes widened as if this was the first time he'd heard this. "Jon is perhaps the greatest man of our generation that I have ever had the pleasure to know and he, too, is a bastard. It may mean more to certain highborn folk but it is nothing to me." As if ashamed, Ramsay lowered his gaze. "Lady Stark, it means a great deal to hear you say that. All my life, people have always looked down their noses because I am Roose Bolton's bastard son. It's embarrassing really, I wish this weren't the truth... But it affects me. Though I wish I was strong enough that it wouldn't." He spoke in a tiny voice, and clearing his throat let a sad smile touch his lips. "I'm sorry. My woes surely can't compare to what's happened to you recently. Though... Though I appreciate your listening ear more than you can know."

An act. Just another act, another mask that would begin to render Aaliyah blind to his true intentions. Giving his horse one final stroke, Ramsay drew his horse alongside Aaliyah's as she agreed to head out. It wasn't as if Ramsay was actually frightened of low-life scum slumming about the woods. It was more a fear that if he should have to kill, Aaliyah would realize how much he liked it. How he enjoyed bloodshed and seeing fear stain people's eyes. "Mother was always against us receiving a horse as a nameday gift, particularly being so young but Father never could say no. Not when I gave him my puppy eyes," She spoke, gesturing to her horse as they set off and Ramsay nodded. "Your father was a great man. Jon and Robb took after him well. The North mourned his loss." Well most the North. The Bolton's began to figure out how to secure power. And Robb so eagerly waging war had only affirmed their desire to take the North for themselves. His gaze wandered the brush making sure there was nothing, or no one lurking there. His bow and quiver rattled against each other as they began moving again and Ramsay wondered just how far he could wiggle his way into Aaliyah's trust.

"My apologies for being so..." There was a pause and Ramsay assumed the blonde was searching for the right words. "Standoffish," At this Ramsay smiled, shrugging his shoulders. "Not to beat a dead horse, but you are talking to a bastard. I've had lords make me sleep in their stables. Or tell me they'll only deal with my father. Your hesitation after a siege is warranted. It's wise not to trust everyone that comes through your doors Lady Stark." Ramsay promised waiving her apology off. Oh, oh this was perfect. Just as he thought- she had a soft spot for bastards. Probably one of the few times that had aided rather than helped him. The male paused before adding in a subtly teasing voice, "Besides, even standoffish you're lovely company." When he was like this, grinning and speaking easily- it was hard to imagine him as dangerous. But Gods was he good at this act. "I have yet to get used to my duties, it was never meant to be my position. Perhaps I can learn a thing or two from you while you reside at Winterfell." The Bolton bastard just chuckled, his fingers running through his hair to smooth some of the dark locks away. "M'lady, you're just finding you feet running Winterfell. It's still standing and after an Ironborn siege- that is impressive!" She was a sheep, and Ramsay was leading her to slaughter.

Back on the main road, the two seemed closer than they had going into the woods. He was smiling, laughing easily; and seemed a little more open than before. "I was going to write a raven to my father when we returned to Winterfell. Giving him a surmise of what has happened here. A report that he'll tell Robb about, is there anything you wish me to include?" Like the ever loyal friend, Ramsay made sure to make it seem like he was communicating with Roose to keep Robb in the loop of what was happening here. Not that Robb knew in the first place. Bolton Raven's had intercepted the ones meant for Robb. For all the supposed "Young Wolf" knew, Winterfell was still happily running with Rickon, Bran and Aaliyah at it's helm. At some point Ramsay would have to write a raven to let Robb know what happened less he grow suspicious. His only goal was to get Aaliyah to agree to marry him before reporting to Robb. Or that Robb would get a sword through the gut.

Aaliyah hated the way that her stomach flipped as Ramsay complimented her, even if it was something as simple as saying her company was lovely. She hung her head a bit lower to allow whatever loose hair wasn't in her braid to hopefully conceal her face, to block Ramsay from seeing the color that had found its way onto her cheeks. At the mention of the Ironborn, her eyes narrowed and her grip on the horse's reigns tightened. She grit her teeth and spoke between them, "What Theon Greyjoy did is unforgivable. We gave him a home and food as he grew, only for him to betray us the moment our back was turned. Robb hasn't returned my ravens and if he doesn't soon, I'll have to deal with him myself," Aaliyah's voice was harsh, her anger all too obvious as they moved onto the main road. Her shoulders squared, mind trying to figure out what to do with the traitor. Aaliyah wasn't used to decisions like these but the longer she thought of it, of what Ned Stark would have done, she was coming to the conclusion that soon, Theon would lose his head. Regardless of which Stark wielded the sword, it would need to be done.

"Can you ask Robb what he wants done with Theon? If he would prefer to take care of the situation when he returns or if he would prefer it to just be done with now," Aaliyah said, one side of her mouth tugging down in a small frown. She could remember growing up how her brothers, Jon and Robb, would tease her for days with Theon by her side. It had been awful at the time but she had known them to be harmless. They didn't mean any real harm then, it was all meant to be in good fun. Siblings who didn't mess with each other on the occasion weren't really siblings. Even light teasing was better than nothing. Aaliyah wouldn't admit to it now but she had pulled a few of her own pranks on them.

The return trip to Winterfell felt so short that as they came to a stop in the courtyard, Aaliyah was surprised to feel like she wasn't ready to leave Ramsay's presence. She didn't feel like she had to be in charge of everything when she was with him, at least when they were alone. She swung her leg over Lady and jumped out of the saddle, for once letting a servant lead her horse away instead of personally taking care of her. Uneasily, Aaliyah turned to Ramsay, a gentle smile on her lips. She didn't want to seem too desperate for companionship to him. She was hopeful that a friendship could be born here, form her only relations with the other houses of the North.

"If you don't have anything you need to do after you write your father, perhaps we can go for a walk down to the Godswood? If you were in love with the countryside before, it will certainly take your breath away," Aaliyah offered, a gentle smile on her lips. She pulled her cloak a bit closer when the wind began to pick up. "Please don't feel obligated though, m'lord."