SWEET CREATURE [ Ramsay Bolton ]

CHAPTER TWO

AN; I finally decided to bite the bullet and just update! I've been holding it off because honestly, I'm still nervous and trying to figure out how to write Ramsay well ?? So, apologies if it's kinda cringy, I'm trying and I hope you enjoy reading anyways ! xx

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True to his word, Ramsay and Katherine meet again very soon after her arrival.

     They meet the very next day actually, when Ramsay offers to show her around the Dreadfort. With his help, she begins to learn her way around her new home. It quickly becomes apparent how deserving the place is of its name. The land is barren, the weather unforgiving, and the people seemingly miserable. The Bolton banner flies proudly in every direction she turns. She now understands the fear it induces in people; the sight of a flayed man isn't a pretty one.

     The Bolton's are an impressive family indeed.

Weeks pass quickly and the two of them seem to tentatively dance around each other, testing the waters as they try to figure each other out. Neither side wants to give first, both want to know exactly what they're dealing with. She's too sweet to be of much interest, but there's a coy way she interacts with him as if she knows something that he doesn't. He promises himself that he'll figure it out soon. 

     At first, he seems incredibly boring. Show me your teeth, Katherine prays. Only when she's about to crawl out of her own skin, does she decide to move the first pawn.

     "May I speak freely, my lord?" She asks, her voice sounding the perfect amount of tentative for a high born lady. He's not a lord, obviously, only a lord's bastard. But she knows how he longs for the title. She sees the pleasure it brings him to hear it from her lips. His eyes spark as he looks at her from across the table. The two of them sit at supper, he biting vigorously into his meat and she picking around the food. She's just about lost all of her appetite for what humans call food.

     Ramsay swallows what he has in his mouth before smiling toothily from across the table. It's an eerie facade of camaraderie. "I encourage you to."

     She calculates her move carefully, weighing each word before she says it. "I must confess, you're nothing like what I expected. I'm sure you're aware of how people speak of the Dreadfort. Though, I find myself enjoying my stay." Their food is forgotten as they eye each other thoughtfully. He's trying to determine if she honestly feels safe or if she is simply an exceptional liar; Katherine, of course, is both.

     "Yes, I'm aware of my home's bad reputation." Placing his eating utensils down, he leans forward on the table. She recognizes the predator in him; he would make an incredible creature of the night, she muses. However, that certainly isn't an option that Katherine would entertain. If the tales of the Bolton's are indeed true, Ramsay is dangerous enough as a human. Any sane immortal would know better than to turn someone like him. Someone like him needs to have limits. "I'm very pleased to hear that you feel comfortable here," he continues, oblivious to the thoughts she has just dismissed. "Were you frightened when you arrived?"

     "Only frightened of the unknown," she says, much to his disappointment. "I've heard stories." Her eyes are wide, innocent as she studies him. His own eyes narrow when he begins to realize the game she plays. She's prodding at the beast but he won't give her what she wants, not just yet.

     "Rumors can be quite misleading." He continues to smile but his words are clipped. It's a warning, one any other girl would quickly heed. The girl before him, however, continues to insist on the subject.