Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

In the strangest places - Part 10 - Ramsay x Reader

She couldn't breathe, she couldn't think. Her heart pounding so fast that she though that any moment may be her last. She had never been this scared in her life; yes, her father sometimes made her afraid when he would call her all manner of names. When he would curse at her dead mother for giving him a pathetic daughter, rather than the son that he so desired. The lady remembering how she had often cowered away, when he had raised his hand to hit her. But none of that, and as awful as it had seemed at the time, could compare to the fear that she had just felt in that room. The terror that had gripped her heart and mind, as Ramsay had come for her. (Y/n) feeling her stomach heave as she thought on what could have happened. Shaking her head as an image of Ramsay looming over her, smiling that wicked smile of his, as he forced himself on her, appeared in front of her closed eyes.

She had known that coming to the Dreadfort would not be easy; not given all the stories of the castle itself, never mind the men that called it home. But she had never thought to find herself stuck between the lord and his heir. Never thought that Ramsay would still insist on trying to claim her, given what his father had said to him.

She had to admit that she hated the idea of what Ramsay told her, of Roose forcing himself on Ramsay's mother. Hated the notion that he had done so, because a man and woman, that obviously must have loved one another, had married without the lord's permission, just as much; but what could she do about it now. Ramsay was her age, or there about. And as much as she wished she could go back in time and prevent Roose from murdering the miller and hurting his wife, she did not have that power. And though she was angry at what he had done, and even though it had changed some of her thoughts on her husband, Roose had been nothing but good to her since they had wed, before they had even married, in truth. He was the one thing that made her feel safe; had ever made her feel safe. The one person that had........well, she was sure that he loved her; and with each passing day, with each small, sweet gesture that he made, she was very sure that her own feelings for him were becoming something close to love too, and she didn't want anything to change that. Especially not Ramsay. But what to do......what to do.........(Y/n) jumping and scurrying away from the door, as she felt it shake as she heard Ramsay shout and scream from the other side of the old wooden ingress. The new Lady of the Dreadfort knowing that she had two options, tell Roose what Ramsay had done; hope that her husband believed her when she told him that nothing had happened between them, and watch as Roose probably killed his son. Or...........a small smile coming to her lips, before she slowly got to her feet. A thought coming to her, as she made her way back over to the door. A thought that might just give her some power over the young man that was not only doing his best to scare her; but to ruin her if he got the chance. (Y/n) laying her hand on the shaking wood for a moment, as she took a deep breath and summoned all the courage she could muster.

"RAMSAY!" She shouted. The door stopping shaking as she called out his name.

"(Y/n), please. It was all a misunderstanding. Let me out and we can speak about it.........." The Bastard of the Dreadfort replied. It obvious that he was trying to sound sincere; but she could still hear the hiss in his voice. Could imagine the fire in his eyes, as she could swear that she heard, what she was sure were his nails clawing at the old wood that kept them apart.

"There is no misunderstanding, Ramsay. We both know what you wanted and what you were going to do; and given that, I think that you should stop talking and listen to me........" She continued, taking a step back, as a loud bang shook the ingress. (Y/n) doing her best to settle her heart and calm the shake in her voice, before she continued.

"Now, as I see it, you have two choices. First, and my current preferred option, is that I could leave you locked in there while I go and get your father and tell him all that has happened, before I watch him have you dragged from that room and then flogged, before he kills you. For you and I both know that no matter how much you may try and claim that I am lying, your father will believe me, and as he can now have a real, legitimate heir, he no longer has to concern himself with whether you live or die. Or..........."

"Or..............." Ramsay interrupted. It sounding as though he was right up against the door.

"Or, you and I can make a deal............"

"A deal......? What kind of deal..........?"

"A deal where I do not tell your father about any of this, so that you can keep breathing; and for that, you agree to not come near me again. To never touch me, to never again attempt defile me or come between your father and I. That you will accept me as the Lady of the Dreadfort and give me the respect that my position in your household demands..........." (Y/n) explained. The air in the dark fort becoming quiet, as she waited an answer.

"Well.........." The lady continued, as no answer came.

"It would appear that your pathetic life is not as important to you as I believed it was. I shall be off then to find your father..........."

"WAIT..........!" (Y/n) smiling as she turned back to the door.

"You have a deal............" Ramsay's voice this time much quieter. Lady Bolton drawing herself to her full height, before striding back to the door and carefully pushing the key into the lock.

"But know this, Ramsay; if you go back on this agreement, I will tell your father everything. In fact, I will make it sound so bad that nothing will sate your father's anger other than seeing you flayed, alive; after which I will ensure that your corpse is thrown to your own dogs. Understand me, Ramsay......?"

"RAMSAY..........?"

"Yes.........I understand........." His words making her smile grow wider, as she gingerly turned the key in the lock and stepped back when she heard the click. (Y/n) doing her best to keep this newfound strength, as the ingress creeped open; her eyes meeting his, as he stepped out of the room.

"You are not as naïve, or foolish as I presumed you to be........" The young Bolton said, as he came to stand before her. Actually, seeming a little impressed by what she had done.

"Nor will you think me so, ever again. It would appear that the Dreadfort and your father have had more of an effect on me than I could ever have thought. So, believe me when I say, I will not forget about what has been said here. Now........" (Y/n) straightening her hair and then her dress.

"If you will excuse me. I believe that I will go and find my husband and have him fuck me until I cannot walk........" She added, giving Ramsay a smile before sweeping her long skirts back behind her, and headed down the long corridor of the keep, with her head held high.