Ramsay's Lady (Ramsay x reader)

I Love you

"You called my Lady?"

The sound of Ramsay's voice was comforting to Y/n. She was sitting in the library and had asked a servant to call for Ramsay. She feared that one of the castle's guards or even worse, Roose Bolton, would come before Ramsay did and she didn't want them to know what she'd done.

"Yes," she sighed happily. "I have something to tell you, but you must promise not to get mad."

His eyes narrowed as he moved forward to inspect her. "What's happened? Has someone hurt you?"

She smiled at his concern. "No Ramsay, I am fine. I just- I may have- maybe-" She fidgeted with her hands as she searched for the right words.

"Spit it out, love," Ramsay blurted.

"I broke something."

There was a moment of silence before Ramsay started laughing. She was behaving so differently. She never cared what others thought of her, why was she now acting like she had done something horrible?

"Stop it, Ramsay," Y/n scolded with a light slap to his arm. "I'm serious. Will your father be mad?"

He hadn't stopped laughing, but it had turned into a light chuckle when he responded. "I'm sorry, my Lady. I wasn't expecting you to be worried about something so childish." She glared at him, but that only made his grin grow. "Are you truly scared of this?"

"I never had a mother to remember, and my father wasn't the most fatherly figure to me, so it is important that I do not disappoint your father. I want to make him proud, and if I go around breaking his things, he's not going to be happy."

"Okay," Ramsay replied. He was a little shocked that she wanted the same thing he did but couldn't let her know that. "What did you break? He rarely comes to the library, so I doubt he'll notice if something goes missing."

"Well, it's not something completely visible." Ramsay arched his eyebrows in confusion, so she continued. "I had Willow in here with me. I was reading and didn't notice when she bumped into a table and knocked over a vase." Y/n walked to one of the tables which still had a vase upon it. "It's a very strong vase," she sighed as she bent down to lift the corner of the carpet.

A small dent had been made in the floor.

"So you didn't break anything?" She nodded. "My father won't notice something this tiny."

"He might if he's in the sitting room."

Ramsay found himself filled with confusion for the second time that day. How could he notice a dent in the library if he wasn't in the library? He was about to ask his question when Y/n grabbed his hand and led him to the adjoining sitting room.

"Stay here," she instructed as she moved back to the library.

He waited patiently for a sign of the dent.

Instead, a loud creak abruptly echoed through the room.

"Did you hear it?" Y/n peaked her head back into the room.

"What was it?"

"The dent. If you step on it, it makes that noise in here." She stepped fully into the room. "Is it bad?"

Ramsay looked to her face as she approached. Her eyes were wide as she bit her lip. "Not as bad as you think," he replied. "It's unlikely to be noticed. I doubt you'll step on it and even if someone does, it will only be noticed if someone's in here."

When he saw she was still worried, he placed a kiss on her cheek. "Blame it on the dog," he whispered. A smile lit up her face as she giggled.

"Thank you, Ramsay." Her arms wrapped around his waist in a tight hug. "Would it be bad if I said I love you?"

Ramsay looked at her in shock. No one had ever loved him before; he didn't even think he knew what it felt like. He supposed it was about wanting to always be with that person and maybe about thinking about them when you are apart. He knew there was a physical aspect too, but it wasn't as important as the others. If he had to think about it, Ramsay did love her. He thought about her all the time. He liked the way she smiled and how her eyes lit up with excitement when they went on their hunt together, the first of many, he supposed. He liked her confidence and bravery. Most importantly, he liked that she liked him for who he was and that she wasn't afraid to say what she was thinking. Maybe this was love?

"I love you, too."

She stared into his eyes for a few moments before leaning forward and pressing her lips to his.

When she broke away, she snuggled into his chest, happy to be wrapped in his arms. Ramsay was happy with this position too, but he had to be careful. Love could be a weapon.