Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Moon - Part 3 - Ramsay x Reader

Ramsay straightened himself as he got back to the Dreadfort; he wouldn't allow anyone to see him staggering. He wouldn't allow anyone to see him distracted or not in control. He was still Ramsay Bolton. The young lord holding his head up high as he made his way into the courtyard; glaring menacingly at anyone who might dare to look in his direction.

"My lord.........." A voice called out. Ramsay looking over the see one of his men at arms. The man's brows furrowing slightly as he saw the scratch marks that covered his master's face.

"Where were you..........?" Ramsay growled, as he pushed Skinner up against the wall.

"Why did I wake in the forest this morning, all by myself..........?"

"We.......we lost ya, milord during the hunt. We searched for ya until the sun went down, though we could find no trace of ya or tha hounds. Ben said that tha dogs would protect ya, so we left ya to your hunt. When we rose this morning, the dogs were back in the kennels; and when we saw the girl we thought..........."

"The girl..........." The young lord interrupted, his arm now pressed firmly across Skinner's neck, making it difficult for the skilled flayer to breath.

"You have seen the girl..........?" Skinner doing his best to nod at the question.

"We...........we.........." Ramsay loosening his hold just a little, so that Skinner could speak.

"We saw her in tha courtyard not long ago. We thought ya had changed ya mind and dragged her back here.........." He explained, gasping slightly and rubbing at the sore flesh at his throat, as Ramsay let him go. Skinner's brows furrowing again, as the feared bastard went quiet. The man at arms not wanting to know what the lord was thinking, sure that whatever it was, would end in someone's death. Yet what he hadn't expected was for the son of the head of House Bolton, to simply push his broken bow and empty quiver into his hands, before walking away. Skinner racing off to find the other bastard's boys, as Ramsay made his way back into the castle without so much as another word.

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Ramsay sat in his chair, mussing over what Skinner had told him earlier. He had cleaned himself properly; washing the rest of the dry blood from his face and the puncture wounds at his throat. A new scarf wrapped around his neck to conceal the wounds.

The girl.......how could they have seen the girl......? His bitches should have torn her limb from limb, feasted on her flesh. And even if she had somehow managed to evade his hounds, why would she return to the Dreadfort? Why wouldn't she run as far away from him as she could? Ramsay dropping his head and gripping at his hair in frustration, as he continued to find that most of what happened the night before, still made no sense. That what little he could remember, all centred around his dream; around large yellow eyes, sharp white teeth, and a howl that made even him tremble. Ramsay shouting out in anger, as he jumped up from his chair, flipping a nearby table from its feet, before making his way over to the window.

He had wanted her.......he had wanted that girl more than he had ever wanted another. He had never seen beauty the likes of which she possessed, before in his life; and in another world, he was sure that she would not look out of place on a throne. Ramsay not doubting for a moment, that many a king.....many a lord, would give all they had to be able to claim her. Thoughts of what he would do to her, of how she might feel; of how tight her cunt would grip his cock as he fucked her, had filled his mind from the time he had seen her face. But now.....now he didn't know if he had even been able to lay a finger on her soft skin, never mind take her. The young lord growling, before banging his head against the small panes of glass.

Her............it was her..........his eyes growing wide as he saw her just stood there in the middle of the courtyard; no one seeming to notice her as they went about their day. A smile on her lips as she looked up at his window, as her eyes met his. She was mocking him......goading him.......making him look like a fool. Well, he would show her; he would make her suffer. Ramsay not caring how she had avoided her fate, previously; but she would not do it again. This time......this time, he would simply fuck her up against the wall, before throwing her into the kennels. He would make sure that she would never dare to provoke him again. The Bastard of the Dreadfort turning from the window and storming over to the door of his chambers; throwing open the ingress and with all speed making his way back down to the courtyard.

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Gone........she was gone. Not a hide nor hair of her to be seen......but how? It had only taken him a moment to get down to the courtyard; even if she had run, he should still be able to see her fleeing, yet there was nothing. Not even footprints in the dirt on the cobblestone to indicate that she had indeed been stood there. Ramsay turning around, his eyes looking to every nook, every niche; to every shadow that may be able to hide her, yet again, there was nothing. He sure that this had not been another dream; sure, that he had not been hallucinating. An old man letting out a terrified sound, as he found himself caught by the younger man. Ramsay balling up his fists in the material of the servant's tattered coat.

"Where is she.............?"

"Sh......she, who, milord............?"

"The girl.......the girl that was stood right here. The beautiful girl with the long hair and the dark red dress......(Y/n).........."

"I........there.....there was no one stood here, milord. No girl.....no one. I......I just moved some barrels from this spot a moment ago, myself. And (Y/n)........I never heard a anyone called that, especially not serving in tha castle....." The old man stammered out, before finding himself pushed to the floor. The heir to House Bolton just shaking his head, and muttering something to himself about needing sleep, before almost tripping over his own feet to get back into the castle.