Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Huntress - Part 6 - Robb x Reader

Apologies for this chapter being a little shorter. But it seemed right to conclude it here, so that I can finish it off with a flourish in the next part, and put Theon in his place. Hope you enjoy.

Ramsay watched, as yet another arrow hit the centre of the target. Another arrow that wasn't his. He hadn't been able to believe it when (Y/n) had strode confidently into the arena. When she had come to stand by his side. A brand new, elegant bow gripped firmly in her hand. The look in her eyes telling him that she knew what he had done. That it had been he, that had broken her most precious possession. The bastard of the Dreadfort not sure where a simple hunter could have got such a weapon. But as his gaze had drifted to Robb who had just come to take a seat by the side of his father. It had suddenly become glaringly obvious where (Y/n) had got her new bow from.

"Your turn.......Snow." (Y/n) hissed disdainfully, as she moved past him. The Huntress coming up behind him. The heavens opening as he moved to stand in his position. The angry man doing his best to ignore the huntress, as she spoke to him quietly.

"How does it feel to lose to a simple huntress, Ramsay? To (Y/n) of nowhere and nothing. Ya thought that breaking my bow would stop me from competing, didn't ya? Stop me from being able to beat a second rate archer like you. Well, ya were wrong. A true archer can shoot with anything. You may have broken my mother's bow. But ya have not broken me..........." (Y/n) told him. Ramsay turning to look at the huntress. The fire in his eyes matching hers. Robb quickly rising from his seat, as Ramsay moved closer to his new bride. The young wolf gripping at the hilt of his sword, quite prepared to take down Roose's bastard if he moved any closer to (Y/n).

"Milord." Ramsay suddenly called out, as he turned his attention to Ned. The Dreadfort bastard sensing that given the that he was alone. That he was in Winterfell and not the Dreadfort, trying to make the huntress regret what she had just said to him, was probably not the best idea. Even more so, when it appeared as though Robb would, at that moment, quite happily take his head from his body.

"Its not fair that I should be expected ta shoot in this weather. I should be allowed ta take my shot when the weather..........."

"Milord..........." (Y/n) interjected, before Ramsay could finish trying to come up with his excuse as to why he should not continue the competition. Ned doing his best not to smile, as the huntress stepped forward.

"A true archer can shoot no matter what the weather. I have hunted as the rain lashed at my face. As thunder and lightning raged around me. I have hunted in the snow. In raging winds. If Snow here feels that he is not good enough ta take this final shot because of a little rain. Then I think it only fair that the match should be forfeit. That I should be declared the winner of the round." (Y/n) added. Ned placing his hand on his son's arm and easing him back into his chair. The lord of the north knowing that the huntress was quite right. That a real archer shouldn't try and come up with excuses. That, and he had no desire to see Roose Bolton's bastard beat (Y/n).

"I think our huntress is right. A true archer should be able to shoot no matter what tha weather. Take ya shot, Ramsay." Ned informed the seething Ramsay. The young Snow turning to glare at (Y/n).

"You'll pay for this, bitch. I will make ya regret refusing me. Make ya regret........"

"Ya won't be making me regret anything, Ramsay. You are nothing more than a bastard. The only one with any power is ya father. Ya don't scare me like ya do all those other poor girls. Now, take ya shot so that we can all get out of the rain, and I can celebrate." (Y/n) scoffed, as Ramsay reluctantly turned, and notched his arrow. Gripping the drawstring with his fingers and pulling back the projectile. The young Snow trying his best to settle his temper, as the arrow sat next to his lip. The drawstring rushing back violently into position, as the arrow flew through the air. Ramsay feeling a heavy rock form in the pit of his stomach, as the arrow landed, nowhere near the centre of the target. The Dreadfort bastard closing his eyes, not wanting to face the look on the huntress's visage. The inevitable humiliation. Ramsay choosing to storm off, instead of having to deal with what was to come.

"Well done, (Y/n)." Ned told her. As he, Robb and Bran came to join her. The others muttering to one another as they quickly made their way out of the inclement weather and back into the castle.

"Now, all you have ta do, is beat Theon, and I can give you the prize. Though first I think we should celebrate." The lord continued, as Bran took the huntress's hand and led her inside.

"Believe me, milord. I already have my prize. But to beat Greyjoy will just make everything the sweeter. And I have my own plans for celebration this evening." (Y/n) told Ned. Robb smiling at her from behind his father. The newlyweds both knowing that the night was most definitely going to be one to remember.