Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Moon - Part 5 - Ramsay x Reader

The sun was still to rise, as Ramsay made his way towards the kennels. He needed answers.......he was going to get answers. The images from his most recent dream, still lingering, still feeling very real in his mind. He was not used to being played with; no one was brave.....or perhaps foolish enough to do such a thing. Well, that was before she came along. And now here he was, dressed in little more than his breeches, making his way to the kennels. There not even the sign of a servant, of a bannerman, as the young lord made his way towards the heavy metal barriers.

"Such sweet little girls........." Ramsay turning on his heels, as he heard the voice. The young man's hands clenching into fists as he saw her, just sat there; one of his bitches sat by her side. The beast growling at him menacingly, as (Y/n) brushed her long fingers over its fur.

"Shhhhh, my dear one. You have nothing to fear while I am here.....But your so-called master, might........" The odd, yet breathtakingly beautiful young woman cooed to the Hound, before smiling broadly at Ramsay. The heir to House Bolton taking a step forward, not deaf to the threat. The dog quickly standing and jumping down from where it had been; inching slowly towards him as it bared its teeth.

"I would be very, very, careful if I were you. One more step, and it might be your last.........." (Y/n) laughing, as she too lowered herself from where she had seemingly been waiting for him. Her amusement only growing, as Ramsay attempted to order the hound away.

"She will not listen to you......not while I am here; none of them will. We speak in ways that dull creatures like you could never understand; in ways that you could only ever dream of........." She continued, brushing down her deep red dress, before making her way over to him. Her smile only getting bigger as she took in the many small scratches that littered his pale skin, and the equally pale scarf that covered the mark on his neck.

"All this proves is that you are scared of me. That you need my hounds to protect you. That you cannot face me alone........." Ramsay retorted, as he looked between her and the dog that stood between them. His attempt at trying to appear as though he was in control of the situation, failing, as the large, black hound moved out of the way. A grunt of pain leaving him, as before he could do or say anything more, he found himself forced up against the bars of the front of the kennels. His bitches, barking, trying to bite at him through the metal, as he was held by his throat. Her nails once again digging into his flesh, as sharp slivers cut at his skin.

"Now, Ramsay......who is it that is the scared one....." The young lord doing his best to pull her hand away from his throat, but to no avail. The grip too tight; his limbs failing him as he struggled to breath, while the tips of his toes barely managed to touch the dirt beneath him.

"Fear........can you smell it......Or can you not detect your own, only that of others? I will tell you that you reek of it, despite how you are trying not to. It is oozing from your skin and stinking up the air; even your hounds can smell it; and see how excited they are. At this moment, they would give anything......anything to get to you; to taste your flesh, your blood. To rip you apart as you have had them do to some many others.

"Is......is that what all this is about...........?" Ramsay managed to ask. His voice hoarse and just above a whisper, as he continued to try and breath. (Y/n) just laughing at the remark, before pulling him to her. A pair of plump lips ghosting softly, across his ear.

"I am no avenging spirit for those that you judged to be lesser than yourself. For all the innocents that you believed that you had the right of life and death over......no; I am here for you, Ramsay. Just for you. I was created to instil fear, terror into the hearts of men, more years ago than your feeble little mind could comprehend. And over the many years I have walked this earth, I have found that there is no sweeter fear than that which comes from people like you. No greater terror than that which comes from the wickedest of hearts..........." The Bolton heir suddenly flying through the air; landing on the cold floor with a heavy grunt. His hand reaching for his throat, as (Y/n) loomed over him.

"So.......you and I are going to continue to play this little game of ours, Ramsay. I......the beast, will carry on haunting your dreams until you see its yellow eyes and sharp teeth in your waking moments. You will catch sight of me wherever you go, dogging your every step. I will feed on your distress, your dread, your fright; and you will know that there is nothing.......nothing that you can do to stop me. That there is not a single person that can, or will, come to the aid of the Bastard of the Dreadfort. Then....and only when I have grown bored of you; when I have feasted on every last terror that you have, it will be as if I never was. And all that will be left of the once terrifying young lord, will be a drooling fool that sits in a corner, and shits himself........" She explained, before gripping his face in her hands and kissing his lips.

"I will see you again, very soon..........." Ramsay wanting to move, to speak, to refute all that she had said; but before he could, something struck the side of his head, and the world, the woman before him, everything, went black.