Run with wolves - Ramsay Bolton (Book 1)

Chapter 8

⚔️Just a quick note, we're going to be moving on with the story now. And I just want to clear things up before anyone reads. Ava and Ramsay's relationship, even though it is fictional, is unhealthy, toxic and abusive. Ava has what we would call nowadays 'Stockholm Syndrome.' Which is a very real and scary thing. I would advise anyone who is/has been in an abusive relationship to read with extreme caution or stop reading all together. If you are struggling, remember you are never alone⚔️

Ava's POV

My eyes fluttered open again, it was my first proper day as a Bolton. This time Ramsay was nowhere to be seen. His side of the bed cold, he had been gone for a while. My whole body was sore, my bones trembled as I moved. Last night was horrific. I was definitely feeling more pain now morning was here.

Agnes arrived to help me get ready for the day, I sat up in bed, and she prepared my clothes for the day.  My whole body ached, especially my neck from the angle I was at. I winced as I sat up. She didn't say a word about it. "You seem different this morning Lady Bolton, are you alright?" I pulled myself to the end of my bed. "I'm okay, just a little tired." I stood up and every bone in cracked as I stretched. "What time is Agnes? I already woke up once this morning, I'm a bit hazy." I started walking towards the chair. "It's only around 10am Ava. I saw Lord Bolton and he told me you awoke very early but you needed more sleep." How kind of him. I thought I myself.

The dress Ramsay picked out for me on the first day of being his wife was very appropriate. The black with red seams one. Agnes left my hair down, as I requested. Ramsay liked it, and I was trying to stay on his good side. I never wanted a repeat of the night before. My pride was hurt and my nerves were in pieces. Theon had seen me being raped by Ramsay. There was nothing he could have done. I had to live with that memory for the rest of my life. Every time I closed my eyes it played back in my head. Theon's cries and me begging Ramsay to not do it.

I took my place at the table, next to him, and opposite Roose and Walda. As I sat down, my abdomen hurt, I grimaced a little the discomfort clear on my face. Ramsay had gone too hard on me. "Good morning Lady Bolton. I hope you're well." Roose said. "Good morning my Lord, I am thank you." I didn't look at Ramsay, I just concentrated on the food in front of me. He touched my hand with his own and I tried to smile at him, but I couldn't manage more than a half smile. "Good morning my love, are you feeling more awake now?" He asked with a smirk. "Good morning Ramsay, yes I'm feeling much better after an extra couple of hours, thank you." He grinned even harder. He clapped a hand around my shoulder, making me jump slightly. "You know Sansa, I slept the best I have in a long time last night. Your sister is a miracle worker."

I avoided Sansa's gaze, she was right. I hated admitting it, but she was right about everything. Ramsay would never care about me or treat me well. I had made the biggest mistake of my life and I was paying for it already. I had to get her out of here, even though I couldn't go anywhere. Walda and Roose stayed silent for a while. Ramsay watched me, I could feel his eyes on me. "Lord Bolton, your baby will be due soon?" I asked him. "Yes my dear only a few months to go, the Maester thinks it will be a boy." I smiled to myself, even in the darkest of days, a newborn baby could make my world that bit brighter. "Yes I heard from Ramsay, congratulations. It's so exciting."

"Will we be expecting a grandchild anytime soon?" Roose wrapped his arm around Walda. I didn't know what to say, but luckily I had Ramsay to answer for me. "Yes father, we're working on it." He gripped my hand. I wanted to punch Roose in the face. I was hoping Ramsay wouldn't be all over me, but since he brought up a baby, I knew what was going to happen tonight. "Good, we need more children around here." I agreed, but in another life. Where I was married to someone who loved me. I didn't want to get pregnant anytime soon. I couldn't deal with the thought of my children being brought up to hate the Starks. But I had to come to terms with the fact Ramsay would eventually be the father of my children, not some prince that you get in the story books.