Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

In the strangest places - Part 9 - Ramsay x Reader

"Beautiful, aren't they...........?" Ramsay smiling broadly, as he leant against the door. He was already becoming aroused; her nervousness, her fear, he could smell it in the air. He could see it in her heaving bosom, and her wide, doe like eyes, as she moved away from him; a gasp leaving her lips, as her back hit one of the posts of the bed, before the flowers in her hands, dropped to the floor.

"But they are nothing when compared to you........" The feared young man continued, as he pushed himself off the door, and slowly made his way towards her. (Y/n) frantically looking around to see if there was something, anything that could help her out of her current predicament; but there was nothing, no other way out, nothing that she could use to defend herself; just her, Ramsay, the flowers and a bed. (Y/n) closing her eyes for a moment, and praying to any deity that may be listening, to protect her from this man.

"What is the meaning of this.......?" (Y/n) finally managed to ask. Drawing herself up to her full height and doing her best to not let Ramsay see how afraid she was. But she knew that is there were any creature in the whole of the Seven Kingdoms that could sniff out the faintest whiff of fear, it was Ramsay Bolton.

"I believe that you know perfectly well what the meaning of this is, (Y/n)." Ramsay replied, as he stalked ever closer.

"I wish to talk with you. To show you that I am not the monster that you think me to be.........."

"So, to 'talk' to me, you lure me into a room and then lock the door? If you wished to talk, we could have done so in the hall. Done so that your father could hear you apologise for what you did. But no, this is nothing to do with talking........" The lady jumping back as the Bastard to the Dreadfort surged forward. A soft whimper leaving her lips, as he caged her between his arms, his body pushed against hers, and his lips ghosting over her ear.

"When are you going to realise that you are mine, (Y/n)? You and my father......it is disgusting. What do you enjoy so much about being fucked by a man that is as old as your own father? He does not deserve you; he is not a good man. He is not worthy of something as beautiful as you. He spoils everything that is good for his own needs............."

"And you do not.........?" (Y/n) interrupted. Feeling a surge of annoyance, of confidence, as she glared at the young man. Ramsay giving her a wicked smile before gripping her arm and throwing her onto the mattress.

"Shall I tell you something of your new husband, (Y/n)? Shall I tell you how I came to be? Shall I tell you what Roose did to my mother........?" The dark man growled, as he loomed over her.

"My mother had wed the local miller; but my dear father had not given the pair his permission to become man and wife. So, because of this, your beloved husband had the miller hanged, and underneath his swinging body, he took my mother without her consent. He used her, made an example of her; he brutalised her, for his own ends and to show the smallfolk that they could not just do as they wished. That he was the one in charge, and anyone that dare to think something else, would now know what could befall them too. And then, when my mother brought me here to have Roose recognise me as his child, he was about to have my mother whipped; about to have me killed, until he relented and accepted that I was the product of what he had done..........." Ramsay explained. (Y/n) unable to do anything but stare at him.

She had known that Roose's surviving son was a bastard, before she had arrived at the castle; yet she had just assumed that Ramsay was a result of the lord taking some maid, some servant as his mistress. After all, Roose would not be the first nobleman, nor the last, to sire a bastard by some young woman in their household. Yet not for one minute had she ever thought that Ramsay could have come from such an interaction; and she could not pretend that she was not shocked, that she was not a little sickened. But because Roose had done what he had done to Ramsay's poor mother and her husband, that didn't justify what it seemed obvious that the young man wanted to do to her. In fact, it should have made him want to be unlike his father completely. Yet if anything, he was worse.

"So, what is this........revenge? Your father took what he wanted from your mother, so you are going to take me........? And what do you think that Roose will do when he finds out, what you have done to me? He may not want to look at me again; he may even send me back to my father. But you........you he will kill. Heir or not.........."

"He can try........." Ramsay hissed back, before he lunged at her. (Y/n) suddenly reacting without thinking. The lady bringing up her knee, as he came upon her. The bastard dropping to the floor, holding himself and groaning loudly. (Y/n) quickly jumping to her feet and kicking Ramsay before she headed for the door; frantically fumbling with the key, then throwing open the ingress as she heard the click. The lady unable to breath, as she took the key, shut the door behind her and locked it, before slipping to the floor; tears making their way down her cheeks.