Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Westeros' Most Wanted - Part 6 - Ramsay x Reader

"Well come on, I ain't got all night ya know." Ramsay teased, as he waited for (Y/n) to get into the bath.

"Turn around." (Y/n) insisted, looking slightly nervous, as she pulled the heavily blood stained sheet around herself.

Ramsay stared at her, seeing the concerned look on her face. Cautiously he moved over to her, and gently pulled the crimson soaked material from her body. The numerous scars on her form, seemed to glisten in the light of the room. It was obvious that they were old and would have been accompanied with bruises that would have been as bad as anything Ramsay had seen. (Y/n) trying to cover her body with her arms and hands as the gangster traced his fingertips over a scar just above her left breast.

"(Y/n), please don't, ya can trust me." Ramsay said, as he slowly moved her hands away from her body.

"Has anyone ever told you how truly beautiful ya are (Y/n). You were right when you said that we aren't that dissimilar. Did he do this to ya? Did your father give you these scars?" Ramsay asked, as he circled her, his fingertips never leaving her skin. The criminal feeling her body tremble under his touch. His eyebrows furrowing as (Y/n) shook her head slightly.

"No. It wasn't my father. It was.......it was my sister. When I was a child, she would......... well she would hurt me. She didn't like the fact that father seemed to like me more. She said that I dare to think I was better. More beautiful. More intelligent. I did once try to tell my father what was happening, what had been happening for so long, but he wouldn't listen. Cersei just said that I was clumsy. That I had fallen over, or knocked into something." (Y/n) explained, as a tear rolled down her cheek as she recalled the pain of her childhood. Pain that was inflicted on her by a sister that should love her.

"You know, a scar simply means you were stronger than whatever tried to hurt you, don't ya (Y/n)?" Ramsay whispered in her ear, as he stood behind her. His warm breath kissing her neck, as his long fingers caressed her shoulders and then slowly moved down her arms.

"You ain't the only one with scars (Y/n), do you want to see?" Ramsay asked as he moved to stand before her.

"Show me, please. Let me know I'm not the only one." (Y/n) replied. Desperation in her voice, as Ramsay began to remove his shirt. Her eyes widening as the garment fell to the floor, and she saw the marks that littered his flesh. (Y/n) reaching out her hand, and gently placing her fingers softly on what looked like the most recent mark,

"I got that un a few months ago, a cop shot at me. Lucky it only grazed, if it had gone in, it could have been a different story." Ramsay told her, as he took her hand from the scar, raising it to his lips, and kissing it gently.

"Come on princess, let's get you all cleaned up." The gangster hummed, as he lifted (Y/n) from the floor, and slowly lowered her into the hot water. Ramsay taking a cloth and carefully beginning to clean her. (Y/n) taking the flannel from his hands, before starting to remove the blood from his face.

"You look so much more handsome without all this. I like to see the man under the mess." (Y/n) cooed, smiling softly as she gently rubbed away the crimson streaks.

As the stains were removed, Ramsay couldn't help but stare at the woman before him. Contrary to outward appearances, (Y/n) was as damaged a soul as he was. Abused, scarred and mistreated by a person that should have loved her. Ignored by a father that should have helped her. The only difference between the two, was that he chose to hide his pain behind violence, and she hid behind that perfect smile and kindness.

"Move up princess." Ramsay suddenly said, as he stood up to remove the rest of his clothes. (Y/n) moving forward in the bath, without even a second thought. Allowing Ramsay to slip in behind her, the water flowing over the top of the tub as he sank deeper into the hot water. As he settled, he pulled her back into him, so that she was leaning gently against his svelte chest. His hands softly caressing her skin, as he began to remove the dried on blood.