Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Ward - Ramsay x Reader

Ramsay couldn't help but smile, as he made his way through the long, dark, quiet corridors of the Dreadfort. Unusually for him, he had been patient. He had waited, bided his time; watched as she had grown until now, she was ripe for the picking. And Ramsay had determined that he would be the one to pick her.

(Y/n) was his father's ward. An odd thing for Roose to have done, take in a girl; but he had, for reasons of his own. Ramsay often thinking it was because his father had his own designs on the young woman; (Y/n) was, after all, a true beauty. The light in the darkness of the old fort. A rose amongst a multitude of thorns. Ramsay believing that any man, even his father, would be a fool if he didn't want her. But he had determined that the exquisite ward, would belong to no other man, but him.

For once, Ramsay had been playing the long game. He could have already taken her, ruined her; but (Y/n) wasn't like the other women that he had warm his bed, she was a lady; and he had made sure to treat her as such. He had done all he could to befriend her, to woo her; to make her think that he was good and kind. In short, everything he really wasn't. And tonight.....tonight his efforts would pay off. The plan having formulated in his mind. The son of the millers wife making sure that he appeared as dishevelled as possible. As if he had been tossing and turning because of a nightmare. Ramsay sure that she wouldn't turn him away. That if he appeared suitably teary eyed and needy, she would welcome him in with open arms. (Y/n) having far too sweet a nature for a place like the Dreadfort; to be around men like him. Ramsay finally stopping as he got to the door to her rooms; he running his fingers through his hair to make it as messy as possible, before forcing his way through the door.

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(Y/n) sat bolt upright, as the door of her room slammed violently against the wall. She clutching the furs on the bed to her chest. Her eyes wide, as she looked to the open ingress and saw.......

"Ramsay.......?" She gasped, as she recognised him stood there. He appearing as though......well, she didn't know what had happened to him. He looking tousled, the thin shirt clinging slightly to his damp torso, as his arms wrapped around himself. His hair was untidy, as if he had been tossing and turning in his bed. (Y/n) unable to say anything more, before he had closed the door to the room behind him and quickly made his way to the bed. He dropping himself onto the mattress, before slumping into her. His hands gripping to the light, loose nightdress that covered her body. The ward of the head of House Bolton, moving her arms around him. Doing her best to comfort him; to soothe him as he seemed to tremble against him.

Despite the fact that Ramsay had always been good to her, nice to her, (Y/n) had still heard stories. Rumours of hunting trips and his dogs. Of horrors that were conducted in parts of the castle that she had never ventured to. A part of her knew that they could just be gossip; jealous people wishing to undermine the now legitimised bastard. People that wanted to paint him in the worst possible light, as they didn't like the idea of him being the heir to House Bolton. But another part.......another part of her knew different.

She had noticed signs of things over her time in the Dreadfort. Subtle things that suggested that Ramsay wasn't as kind to everyone as he was to her. The look in servant's eyes; the tremble in their hands as they dealt with him. Yet, despite everything, her own misgivings, suspicions, she had come to quite like Ramsay. The lady sure that he had designs on her, and she couldn't help but think that he was better than his father. The older man already beginning to make it clear that he held more interest in her than her simply being his ward.

"Ramsay...what........?"

"I.....I had a dream....an awful dream......." He replied desperately. His fingers gripping tighter to the nightgown, which was beginning to fall away from her shoulder.

"I.....it was terrible, and I didn't know where else to go. Please....please (Y/n), don't turn me away......." Ramsay added, drawing her even closer to him. Pulling further at the gown, until it loosened completely.

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Ramsay couldn't help but smile as the nightgown fell completely from (Y/n)'s shoulder and revealed a naked breast. Her nipple instantly hardening as his breath fanned across it. Gods, she was beautiful; and if this little hardened nub was anything to go by, the real prize would be sheer perfection. The thought of tasting her; of her moaning out his name, as he made her come with his tongue, was making him ridiculously hard. And the idea of taking her totally; finally getting what he wanted, after all this time, was making it more and more difficult for him to control himself. His aching cock forcing him to take action. Ramsay reaching up and taking her breast into his hand, before sucking the pert nipple between his lips.

"Ramsay....what........?" (Y/n) quickly pulling away. Drawing the furs back up around her.

"Please, (Y/n)....I.....just need you. You are the only one that understands me. The only one that cares. Don't send me away; I just want to make you feel good.....both of us feel good........" Ramsay explained, as he moved himself further up the bed. He willing to say what he had to, to finally have her. To get what he had waited so long for. To make her his, before his father, or any other man could ruin everything. The beautiful ward, meant for him, and him only. He slowly reaching up and placing his hand on her cheek. His rough palm caressing the soft skin. A smile coming to his lips, as (Y/n) slowly let the furs drop, before placing her hand around the back of his neck and drawing him back to her breast. She moaning as he drew her nipple back into his mouth; Ramsay gently lowering her down to the mattress, as his tongue caressed the sensitive nub. Her legs moving apart to accommodate his body, when he moved over her. The beautiful young woman opening herself up to him completely. And by the time that he was finished with her, everyone in the Dreadfort would know that his father's ward, was finally his.