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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_-_George_R._R._Martin, Game_of_Thrones_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Ramsay_Bolton/Jeyne_Poole
  Character:
      Ramsay_Bolton, Jeyne_Poole
  Additional Tags:
      Murder, Physical_Abuse, Sexual_Abuse, Blood_and_Gore, Blood_Drinking,
      Body_Horror, Unhappy_Ending
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-27 Words: 851
****** A Gift From The North ******
by briancap
Summary
     "I'm sorry my sweet husband," Arya said firmly, she had trained her
     voice not to shake with fear when she talked. "I was just praying to
     the Gods that we may be granted a healthy son and a long life."
     He smiled then and his voice picked up instantly. "As do I." He
     cleared his throat, rather loudly. "But has no one told you, that the
     Gods don't listen." He pushed her to the ground, forcefully and
     yanked the robe from her body.
Notes
     So just another Ramsay/Jeyne fanfic. I love the pair, even though,
     their whole marriage is just as abusive as ever, but that's my baby
     anyway.
See the end of the work for more notes
 
She had awoke to her lord husband right beside her, sleeping as peacefully as a
newborn babe. It was easy for him to sleep, he did after all, use most of his
energy beating her, then he used whatever energy he had left to fuck her, so
it's no wonder he passed out.
For Jeyne however, it was hard for her to find rest, her breasts were sore, her
scalp was burning from where he pulled at her hair, and her legs felt numb from
the constant pushing of them. She could not find sleep, no matter how hard she
tried, so she decided to give up.
Jeyne quietly got out of the luxurious bed, put on a robe, then left the
chamber. Where she was going she didn't know, but anywhere far from Ramsay was
the best place. The steps were cold on the bottom of her feet and it reminded
her of the times she and Sansa would wonder through Winterfell at night. It had
been a different time, a happier time.
Jeyne was no lady, Jeyne had no husband, Jeyne wasn't Arya.   
Being the lady of Winterfell was something Jeyne dreamed of as a child, but
knew it would never happen, but somehow it did.
She stepped out into the yard, feeling the wind blow on her cheeks.
 A kiss from the north.
Perhaps the Old Gods knew she was suffering. If the people of Winterfell could
hear her sobs at night, perhaps the Gods could as well. Either way, none of
them did anything for her.
Not the Gods when she prayed, that she wouldn't get with child, and not the
maids, when she begged them to give her moontea.
She could feel it growing inside of her, becoming apart of herself and it was
awful. She would bring another Ramsay into the world, to continue the sick
practice of flaying, simply because she was too cowardly to end it's life.
Jeyne made her way to the Godswoods, her feet screaming at the cold on the
ground but she held it in, the moment she reached the Godswood, the warmth from
the hot pools would warm her and it did.
Seeing the faces, the eyes looking down upon her, lit a fire in her chest like
none other.
It brought life back into her body, and it reminded her of what it felt like to
be human, she smiled then, and walked towards the tree. The tree that had been
there for ages, and had watched over Winterfell for centuries.
She stilled instantly as she heard footsteps approaching her from behind, and
was horrified when she felt two large hands grip her shoulders, squeezing
tightly.
"My dear wife, why are you here so late, I missed your presence." Ramsay said,
his voice sounded tired as if he was still asleep, but Ramsay always kept extra
energy to hurt someone.
"I'm sorry my sweet husband," Arya said firmly, she had trained her voice not
to shake with fear when she talked. "I was just praying to the Gods that we may
be granted a healthy son and a long life."
He smiled then and his voice picked up instantly. "As do I." He cleared his
throat, rather loudly. "But has no one told you, that the Gods don't listen."
He pushed her to the ground, forcefully and yanked the robe from her body.
She landed on her back with a loud crunch and looked up to see Ramsay looking
down upon her. He knelt down between her legs and smiled at the fear he smelt
running off of her.
"You know, I always wanted to do this." He licked his lips, then took hold of
the dirk in his breeches and slashed her across her face, drawing a thin
red line. "Your so weak, your skin is not worth becoming apart of my trophies,
so instead, I’ll make you a meal to my girls."
"Your son, what about your son?" Jeyne said weakly.
"I would rather see it dead, then it suckling on your breasts," His smile
got wider, more feral. "and besides, another will birth me an heir, a real
Stark this time."  
Jeyne's eyes got wide.
"That's right, Sansa Stark is being sent to me from King's Landing, she will
take your place as my wife, so that means I no longer need you."
He stabbed her in the middle of the belly, once, twice, and shoved his hand
inside the red whole. The organs were soft and warm and it resulted in him
having a full hard on as he felt her insides and heard her scream.
He brought his scarlet soaked hand to his face and inhaled the beautiful scent,
before slitting her throat. He caught the liquid that shot up from the slash,
with his mouth, and savored the metallic taste. Her body shook from the cut,
then finally went still as the life faded out of her, her brown eyes staring
wide at him in death.
"I love you, my sweet wife, just as I will love Sansa, until another comes
along."
End Notes
     So yeah, I know in a lot of Ramsay/Jeyne fics, Jeyne or Theon, will
     usually end up killing Ramsay but it just goes against my soul, my
     religion, and my morals to do a happy ending. But anyways comment
     below and let me know what you think.
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