My Favorite Game Of Thrones Imagines/Preferences

Ramsay Bolton imagine

The atmosphere was so tense, you could cut it with a knife.

You sat atop the horse Ramsay had given you, right next to him. In front of you were Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, and commanders of their small army. You stared at Sansa, your lover's wife, while she stared at him.

Jon looked around all of you, and his eyes finally stopped on yours. "You don't need to stay here. Come with us, and we'll keep you safe from him."

You were about to reply to him when Ramsay did it for you. "Safe? Alright, bastard. First you try to take my land, and now you try to take my pet. I won't have that." He wagged an index finger at Jon.

"My master makes me happy," you told him, pointing your chin up high. Jon sighed and pressed his lips together.

"We'll be off. In the morning then, bastard." Ramsay turned his horse around, and you followed.

On the ride back to Winterfell, you felt his eyes on you. The instant you were off your horses and inside the castle, he took your face in his hands and stared hard at you.

"You won't go with him," he stated. Part of it sounded like a question.

"Of course not, love. I have everything I need right here."

You leaned up and kissed him lightly on the lips, but his response was to kiss you harder and tangle his hands in your loose hair. You set your hands on his chest before breaking away for air.

"Snow won't defeat me. And he won't take you from me, or I'll cut off all his limbs and feed them to him." His nose was pressed against yours, and you could hear him growl after every word.

You smiled and pulled away from him, dragging your hands down from his chest to his hips. He looked into your eyes with his wild ones.

"No one can defeat you, Ramsay. Your father couldn't, and Jon won't be able to either."

Ramsay grinned at you. He pulled away and kept you at arm's length. "Go up to our room, (Y/N). I'd like to treat my pet before winning my battle tomorrow."

You leaned up, wrapped your arms around his neck, and kissed him on the cheek. "As you say, master."

Jon Snow's army would be defeated tomorrow, you knew. You would be in the castle while Ramsay was in the battlefield, but for tonight, you would be beside him in his bed.