Game of Thrones: Short stories.

Things we do for love - Part 2 - Ramsay x Reader

(Y/n) looked out of the window over what was left of her ancestral home, as the daylight began to fade slowly behind the towers. There was the smell of impending battle in the air. It was an odour that was hard to describe. Yet it was one that she was used to. One that she unfortunately knew too well. It was the scent of distant campfires. Of horses. Of men. But most of all, it was the smell of fear. Fear that only came from knowing that tomorrow might be your last day in this world. That the world beyond this one, may be calling your name. But despite the fact that she feared the outcome, feared death as much as anyone else, she would still give anything to be on that field when the sun rose the next day.

She had received word from a loyal servant, that Theon and Sansa had managed to escape Winterfell together. That they had managed to get to Jon. Tears rolling down her cheeks as she fell to her knees at the news. Thanking the gods old and new for allowing the pair to get away. For allowing two of the people that she loved most in the world, to get beyond the reach of the sadistic and evil Ramsay.

Yet she had not been so lucky. From the moment the bastard of the Dreadfort had told Theon that he would never see her again, she had found herself locked away. The only people that the she wolf was allowed to see, being a few female servants, and Ramsay himself. (Y/n) never getting a chance to speak to Sansa before she had escaped. Never getting the chance to tell the dirty, pathetic creature that Ramsay had turned her husband into, that she still loved him despite what he had done. That she would always love him despite what had been done to him. The she wolf just hoping that the gods would let her live long enough. That they would smile down on Jon and the men of the Night's Watch, and allow him to beat Ramsay, so that she could once again lay eyes on Theon. That they would somehow let her find happiness. That her husband might still love her. And she and her child might escape this horror.

"Milady............" A cold voice suddenly said. (Y/n) turning to see a smirking Ramsay. The door being locked quickly behind him.

It had always struck (Y/n) as strange that Ramsay had been oddly respectful towards the child growing in her belly. Especially given that she knew that Ramsay had not only killed his father and Walda, but also his baby half-brother after Roose had threatened to disinherit him. The she wolf mostly putting it down to the intervention of the Bolton lord. But now he was dead, there was nothing to hold Ramsay back. No one to cage or control the beast, and (Y/n) couldn't help but fear what was to come.

"It won't be long now............" Ramsay continued, as he moved further into the room. His eyes fixed on her large belly.

"No...........it.........it shouldn't be............." (Y/n) replied nervously. Her back pressing up against the wall as the Bolton bastard produced a dagger and walked towards her. Her heart almost beating out of her chest, as he cut her dress and pulled it away it away from her body. The heavy material falling with a soft thud to the floor. Ramsay joining it as he fell to his knees. (Y/n) doing her best not to cry, as the young Bolton placed his head to her stomach and his arms around her form.

"I can feel it." Ramsay remarked, as he continued to hold her tight.

"Once I have disposed of this creature, I will have my own child growing here. The first of many..................."

"Ramsay..........." (Y/n) interrupted. Doing her best to not let him hear the fear in her voice. The she wolf quite aware of what Ramsay was. Quite aware that fear and terror, were the things that he enjoyed instilling in others the most.

"You promised me that you would allow me to keep this child. Remember.........? That once it was born, I would have one of my maids raise it to serve our children. Remember...........?" The she wolf continued, in hopes that the thought of having Theon's child subservient to his own would appeal to Ramsay's sadistic nature. That the notion of being able to mistreat her unborn little one for the rest of its life, would be greater than that of snuffing it out in one simple act. The feeling of dread inside her growing, as the Bolton bastard remained quiet. His hand moving from her back, as the baby kicked hard.

"Your father's bastard will try and kill me tomorrow." Ramsay suddenly said, as he got to his feet. (Y/n) doing her best to cover her naked body with her hands, as his rough fingers caressed her skin.

"He will try, but he won't succeed. You know that, don't you...........?"

"I............yes, I am sure that you are right............."

"And when I return, stinking of battle. Stained with the blood of Jon Snow, I am going to fuck that child out of you. And when it is out, I will do with it as I wish. I will do with you as I wish. Do you understand? DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?" Ramsay bellowed, as he gripped hold of (Y/n)'s chin and forced her to look at him. (Y/n) unable to do anything but nod in reply. The she wolf fearing that if she were to open her mouth, the only thing that would leave her lips, would be a curse. That she would tell Ramsay that he didn't stand a chance against Jon. That the man that she had always seen as much her brother as Robb, Bran or Rickon, would take great delight in killing him. That he would not back down. That he would not surrender. And that by nightfall tomorrow, Ramsay would be dead, and Winterfell would once more be ruled by wolves. The breath catching in (Y/n)'s throat, as Ramsay moved away and made his way to the door.

"Tomorrow we will be wed. Bolton rule in the north will be legitimised. And that child will be gone, one way or another........milady." The Dreadfort bastard barked, as he unlocked the door to her chambers and threw it open.

"Take care of her..........." Ramsay ordered the shocked maids that had been waiting outside. The women rushing into the room, as their naked mistress fell to her knees and clasped her belly.