Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

We want her - Part 4 - Ramsay x Reader

She had moaned. She had begged. She had screamed out Roose's name, as he had spilled his seed inside her. The lone she wolf amused that he would believe any of it. That he would think that he was Westeros' greatest lover. (Y/n) in truth wondering if Walda had found as she had, that the feared lord of the Dreadfort, was rather disappointing.

"You are truly beautiful." Roose hummed, as he came up behind her. (Y/n) looking at her reflection, as she brushed her hair. The lord moving the flowing strands away from her neck, so that he could kiss her flesh. His lips trailing down from her ear to her neck, and then her bare shoulder. His hand moving to cup her breast.

"You are far too kind, my lord." (Y/n) replied, with a soft smile. Doing her best to not recoil, as he continued to grope at her flesh.

"Though I am sure that you have far better things to do than spend your day complimenting me. Winterfell does not rule itself, after all. And I would appreciate it if you would send my maids in as you leave." The lone wolf continued. Giving Roose an innocent smile. (Y/n) finding it hard not to chuckle to herself, as she watched the lord give her a smile in return and make his way out of the room. Shocked that he would so easily do as he was told. (Y/n) sure that she had never seen Roose act so dutiful before.

"Don't think less of me." (Y/n) sighed, as she looked at her reflection. The she wolf holding back her tears, as the ghosts of her father, her mother, and oldest brother appeared in the mirror.

"I am doing it all for a good reason. I need to take Roose, Ramsay's thoughts away from Sansa. I need to get her away from here. Get her to Jon. Bring the House of Bolton to its knees from the inside. And this is my only weapon. The only way I have to do it. And I am willing to do this until I have revenge for what has happened to our family. Until the wolves return to Winterfell." (Y/n) told the spectres. Her heart breaking as she looked at the three. The she wolf watching as her father stepped forward. As he reached out his hand to place it on her shoulder.....................

"Milady." A voice came. (Y/n) turning to see her maids rush into the room. The two older women looking her up and down for any injuries.

"I am fine Meredith. But I would like to bathe. And..........perhaps you could send one of the young boys to the village. One that won't be missed. Get him to go and see Mansy. I need some of the potion she brews. I cannot allow a child of a Bolton to grow inside me." The lady replied softly. The two maids looking at one another. Looking at the she wolf, before they nodded in agreement. Keira making her way to the door. Making her way to find someone that would not be questioned by the Bolton bannermen if he were to leave the castle.

"Did............did he treat you well, milady?" Meredith asked, as she came and knelt by her mistress' side.

"Surprisingly.......yes. Though despite what I may have made him believe, Lord Bolton proved to be rather less in the bedroom than he might think." (Y/n) replied with a chuckle. Doing her best to assure the woman that she had know for most of her life, that all was well.

"Now, I cannot imagine that Ramsay will want to wait until our wedding before he takes what he may be foolish enough to believe is only his. So, I feel the need to wash the stink of the father from my flesh, before the son comes to have his way." The she wolf added, as she slowly got to her feet. Holding out her hand for Meredith to take. The two women making their way from the room.

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(Y/n) looked out of the window, over what was left of her home. The last rays of the old day sun illuminating the ancient walls of the castle before the sky grew dark. As if the sun could not face to watch what was to come. The lone wolf was surprised that it had taken so long for Ramsay to show his face. To come and demand that she gave him what he wanted. Yet she had been more surprised that throughout the day, the feared Bastard of the Dreadfort had been sending her gifts. Anything from flowers and jugs of the best wine from her own father's cellars to a beautiful necklace, that despite herself, she felt the need to wear.

"Do you need anything else, milady. Kiera enquired, as she passed (Y/n) a goblet. The lady quickly drinking the bitter liquid. Doing her best not to vomit, as the vile potion hit her stomach.

"No. That will be all for tonight. You both better leave again. Roose is one thing, Ramsay..........well, given what I have heard of Ramsay, I cannot say what he will do." (Y/n) replied. Giving her maid a soft smile, as she handed back the goblet.

"Make sure the boy gets more of the liquid from Mansy, tomorrow." The she wolf added. Giving the two older women a quick kiss before watching them leave the room. Leaving their lady to contemplate the events to come.

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"(Y/n)." A voice came. The lady turning to see that Ramsay had made his way into the room.

"My lord." (Y/n) replied, as she got to her feet and curtsied respectfully.

"Do......did ya like your gifts?" Ramsay enquired, as he made his way into the room. Closing the door behind him.

"Yes. Thank you. They are quite beautiful. Especially the necklace." The wolf told him. Her fingers brushing over the charm that hung from the golden chain.

"I am so glad that you did. I wish only the best for my bride. Could I.......could I see you?" Ramsay continued quietly. Gesturing at the light nightgown that she wore. (Y/n) surprised by his demeanour. Surprised by how hesitant he seemed. Knowing what she did of the bastard, of his reputation, she had expected him to barge his way into the room. She had expected him to rip the clothes from her body and force her to the bed. Yet it appeared that he was doing his best to make a good impression. As if he were a nervous virgin, about to savour the body of the girl that he loved, for the first time. (Y/n) nodding, and slowly removing the length of material that held the gown together. The delicate cloth falling to the floor. The lone wolf standing there, naked, as Ramsay looked at her. As he moved so that he could stand before her.

"Promise that you won't allow my father to bed you again. Promise that you'll be mine. Only mine." Ramsay said, as he placed his hand softly on her cheek. (Y/n) staring into his blue eyes.

"I.........I promise I will do my best to prevent it. I promise that I'll be yours." (Y/n) replied. The lone wolf shocked, as she found that she actually meant it. That she wanted only Ramsay to touch her. That despite everything. All her plans. She felt the need to be his. The breath catching in her throat, as the feared man fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around her. His head placed gently against her bare stomach. (Y/n)'s heart beating violently as Ramsay replied with one word. A word filled with a myriad of emotions that she could not believe that Ramsay had.

"Mine."