Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

In the strangest places - Part 15 - Ramsay x Reader

(Y/n) now smiled, as she made her way through the Dreadfort, a place that finally felt like her home; her hand resting delicately on her stomach. She had done as Maester Wolkan had asked, and spent the last few days in bed; it helping that Roose had spent as much time with her as he could. The love that they had shared during that time, making up for the sickness in the mornings that still plagued her. Yet as much as she hated the emptying of her stomach on a daily basis, Wolkan had informed her that it should be over soon enough, and in the end, she would have a beautiful babe, all her own. A babe, that whether male or female, she would love. Roose even telling her that he didn't mind if they had a son or daughter; that he would care for it, as it was a child created by their love. Any fear that she might have had, dispelled by his words. (Y/n) not wanting to bring a daughter into the world that would be as hated as she had been by her own father. Her husband agreeing with her, when she had told him that she had no intention of informing the vile old man that she was with child. He not deserving to call himself a grandfather, just as he didn't deserve to call himself a father.

"Congratulation..........." (Y/n) stopping as she heard the voice. The smile slightly slipping for a moment, before she turned to look at the man that had spoken. Ramsay smiling, as he made his way over to her.

"I would have said something sooner, but your health, and the health of that of my new sister.......or brother, obviously comes first........" Ramsay continued, as he came to stand in front of her.

When she had first arrived at the Dreadfort, (Y/n) had been so naive, so sweet and scared; he sure that he could smell the delicious scent of her fear whenever she was close. But the dark castle, his father had had their effect on her; she no longer the fearful child that she had been, but a woman. A woman's whose eyes held a new strength as he looked at her. And as much as he had enjoyed her fear, as much as it made him want to take her and fuck her over and over again; this new spirit, this new strength was proving to be just as alluring. His mind going back to how he had pleasured himself with the thoughts of her; how he had taken the maid to his bed so that he could pretend that it was her. Ramsay forcing away the smile that wanted to make its way onto his lips, as notions of a scared, submissive (Y/n) beneath him, were replaced by images of a (Y/n) that would fight back. That would claw and bite him, as he unapologetically took everything he wanted of her, until she was a shaking mess, begging him to do the same to her, again. The idea of it, of her bloodying him, bruising him, causing his cock to harden. The bastard of the Dreadfort fighting back the desire to force her up against the wall, lift up her skirts and legs so that he could thrust his now uncomfortable hard manhood, inside her; instead choosing to carefully reach out and tentatively take her hand. He bringing it up to his lips so that he could kiss it.

"The whole of the castle is celebrating your wonderful news, my lady; and once the other Houses of the north hear of my father's new issue, they too will send their best wishes, I am sure. As for me.......I hope that you will accept my sincerest apologies for what I did.......what I tried to do to you. And that you will give me a chance to show you that I can change. That you and I can be friends.........." Ramsay continued, looking up at her through his thick, black lashes.

Change.........(Y/n) doing her upmost to not scoff at his words. Friends.......she sure that the notion of such things, was foreign to him. She had changed so much since she had arrived at the castle that was located on the banks of the Weeping Water; changed because of the place, because of her husband and the fact that she had gone from being an unwanted daughter to being the Lady of the Dreadfort; but one thing that had not changed, was her suspicions and mistrust of the young man still holding her hand. There was nothing and no one in their world that could change Ramsay Bolton; he was cold, cruel, sadistic......those things in his bones, in his blood. In his very being. And no matter the kind words or sweet tone of voice, she knew better than to trust anything he said; she sure that he was up to something. But, she would play his little game, she far better at such things than he might think; for even though she had been kept away from the world, locked in her father's castle like a caged bird, that didn't mean that she wasn't smart. So, she would outwardly accept his apology; she would smile and agree that they could become friends, all the while watching him, waiting to see what he was really up to. She swearing to the gods old and new, that if he ever touched her child or her husband, she would happily take a blade and end his life. (Y/n) smiling sweetly, as Ramsay finally let go of her hand and stood up. His eyes soft as he looked at her.

"Of course, Ramsay. I would like that very much. A new start for both of us.........."