Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Westeros' Most Wanted - Part 4 - Ramsay x Reader

Again, I know I am looking at other possible sides of Ramsay's character. But deep down, he will always maintain his bad boy streak that I love. Hope you all enjoy

"What the hell are ya doing sleeping on the floor, when there's a perfectly good bed there?" Ramsay said as he stood in the doorway, a tray of food in his hand, and a confused look on his face. (Y/n) slowly sitting up and stretching her aching muscles. Even though a rug on a hard wooden floor was not the best sleeping arrangement, it was probably cleaner than the bed. The youngest Lannister shuddering slightly as the thoughts of what could possibly have happened on that mattress, filled her mind.

"Are you kidding, if I slept in that, the gods only know what I'd catch. I mean, were the linens even changed after it was last used. I mean, let's face it, this little dive must be one of that revolting creature, Petyr Baelish's places. There isn't a person in Kings Landing that doesn't know what his real business is. He's not fooling anyone when he pretends to be an upstanding member of the community." (Y/n) said as she stood up, feeling every vertebra in her back crack. Ramsay chuckling to himself, as he walked over to the small table and placed down the tray.

"The trouble with you is that ya too fussy. That bed is better than the one I have; I'm surprised you ain't demanded silk sheets and room service yet." Ramsay replied. Rolling his eyes as the lioness huffed.

"Ok, firstly, I am not fussy. Secondly, if that bed is better than yours, believe me I will swap. Thirdly, I don't need silk sheets. And finally, I already have room service. If you haven't noticed, you are the one bringing food to me in my room. That in my books, is room service." (Y/n) said, sitting on the corner of the bed, her arms folded firmly across her chest.

"This ain't no fancy hotel that you and ya family are used to stayin in, if ya ain't noticed toots. And I ain't no porter, and this ain't room service." Ramsay growled, as he looked over at the woman perched uncomfortably on the very corner of the bed.

"Not room service? Well, that's good because that means I don't have to tip you. It's terrible service anyway." (Y/n) hissed in reply, trying to bite back the small smile that threatened to creep onto her face.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry princess if we don't meet your standards. Next time I'll knock and tug my forelock to ya when I come in. Or would ya like a bow? And you can keep ya tip, I don't need ya money." Ramsay told her, as he came to sit next to her on the bed.

"HA! You don't need my money? Of course, you don't need my family's money. You are after all, Roose Bolton's only surviving heir. But that didn't stop you from trying to rob the bank that everyone in Kings Landing knows, holds the Lannister family fortune? You are not trying to tell me that you were there to take the life savings of the average Jo Blow that lives around the corner. Because whether you believe me or not, and even though I know that you are a despicable creature, that can kill as easily as breath, that isn't your style. You were in Kings Landing National Bank to steal from us, and any other rich family that just so happens to have their money there. I don't know if you see yourself as some kind of modern day Robin Hood, where you steal from the rich and give to the poor; but my father isn't King John, and I am most certainly not the Sheriff of Nottingham." (Y/n) said with a sigh. Gingerly placing her hand over his. For some reason needing him to know that she was, in some way, capable of understanding a little about his life.

"You know.......and I know you won't believe this, but there is part of me that understands why you do what you do. Why you thumbed your nose at society and became a criminal. I work downtown a lot, with some of the poorest smallfolk that Kings Landing has to offer. I've seen women that have been beaten by their husbands, children that have been hurt, and men that are so desperate for work they will do anything, because they think if they can't provide for their families then they aren't a real man. What you did, what you do, I know gives these people hope. That your humble birth makes them see you as one of them. They think that if one of their own can rebel against the system. Can rock the boat. Then the rest of them have a chance. As I said before, it's a shame you lost your hope, but I'll lend you some of mine if you like." (Y/n) said with a soft laugh. Ramsay feeling her hand squeeze his as she spoke.