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Ramsay Snow (smut)

I had been wed to Ramsay Bolton, the bastard son of Roose Bolton, for a few months now. He had not yet taken my virginity, for he was constantly away. He was to return in a few days and I was grateful. I hated being without him. He scared me to death. But as cruel as he was, he refused to bring himself to hurt me, and all of the guards he had stationed wanted to.

I had finally finished watering the flowers in my little sister's bedchamber and went to water the ones I had secretly snuck into Ramsay's. They were a pale blue with speckles of white, just like his eyes. The more I thought of him, the more I felt myself loving the mad man. I set down the goblet on the table and turned to the door. When I opened it, there was a guard staring down at me. He had a evil smirk that could've rivaled my husband's.

He towered over me and pushed me back onto the bed. "You can't.. Ramsay will flay you and feed you to the hounds!! Stop!!" He snickered and ripped my dress. "STOP!!"I cried at the top of my lungs.

"Lord Ramsay won't be home for a fortnight. Looks like the poor girl can't save herself for him anymore. He'll flay you and feed you to the dogs." He said forcing my clothes off of my shoulders.

"No, I'm Ramsay's! Let me go!!" Tears streamed down my face. Anger and feared consumed my shaking body.

"RAMSAY CAN'T SAVE YOU, GIRL!"

"Ramsay, will do as he pleases," came an eerily calm voice from behind us. A dagger was pressed flush against the guard's throat. He let go of me and back away with his hands in the air.

"M-my Lord!" he stuttered.

"It seems as though the fortnight lasted shorter than expected."

"My lord, she.. she made me."

"YOU'RE A FILTHY LIAR!" I screamed, wiping the tears from my rosy cheeks.

"You tried to steal the innocence of my wife.. What shall I do to you? GUARDS!"

"No, no, your Lordship, please! She's made me pretend like that many times," the man protested.

"She'd never," he growled. "She's loyal to me, unlike certain others that have shown."

Two other guards rushed in and took the man forcefully by the arms. "Where to, m'lord?"

"To the dungeon post where we kept Greyjoy. Surely you remember Theon's treatment, don't you, Ser Dunnagen?"

"No, my Lord, please!" he begged as he tried to break free. The guards led him down the hall.

Ramsay looked at my pathetic remains. He grabbed a blanket and tossed it to me. "I'm sorry, my Lord," I whimpered with a few sniffles. He came over and lifted my chin. With the pad of his thumb, he wiped away my tears.

"The fault is none of yours," he cooed. This was strangely unlike him. "Do you mind if we stay together in your chambers tonight?"

"No, my Lord, that would make me very happy."

He helped me wrap myself in the blanket and I stood. Without warning, I ran into his arms. He looked down at me in surprise. "I.. I was so scared, my Lord." He wrapped his arms around me as I cried into his chest.

"Shush, love. And enough of this lord business. My name is Ramsay, and you'll address me as such."

"Yes, my l- yes, Ramsay," I caught myself. With a smile, he offered me his arm and we walked back to my chambers. I grabbed a new dress from the drawers.

"Will you help me, my love?" I asked quietly. Judging by his reaction, he liked the way that I addressed him.

"Of course," he smiled. That was a rare occurrence. "What were you doing in my chambers earlier?"