Ramsay's Lady (Ramsay x reader)

Back to War

The sun shone through the open window, casting the room in a soft yellow glow. The air was crisp and cool, but the warm body beneath Y/n was a welcome contrast. The blankets and furs hadn't yet recovered from the couple's excessive newlywed activities the night before and remained crumpled and tossed haphazardly to the side.

Y/n couldn't help but admire Ramsay in the morning light. She had never woken next to a man before, and it was comforting to know that someone was there at her side through the night – her most vulnerable time – to hold and protect her. His skin had faint scars randomly placed; years of working with the hounds, hunting and training to be the perfect son had been rough on him. She traced the lines feeling the nearly smooth bumps and rough skin of some of the newer ones. She could get used to this.

Ramsay couldn't help but agree. The soft touches of his wife were comforting to wake up to. He was proud of his scars; they showed how much he had been through and his determination. The way Y/n caressed the skin told him she liked them too. He took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of his wife mixed with their sweat from last night. He slowly opened his eyes and peered down at her.

She was already looking up at him, her hand pausing as she smiled. "Good morning," she said, pushing herself further up his body to kiss his lips.

He hummed. "Good morning to you too," he drawled when she returned to laying on his chest.

"We should get up." Slowly, Y/n started to sit up.

Ramsay pulled her back down, rolling so he was on top of her. "Not yet, my Lady." He kissed her lips before slowly trailing his lips down.

"Ramsay," she warned. "Our fathers and guests are leaving this morning. We have to see them off."

"They can wait," he hummed against her neck.

"You know as well as I, that they won't."

Ramsay sighed as he pulled away. "Why must you always be right?" he asked, staring down at her.

"Would you have married me if I wasn't?" She smirked at him.

"I'd have to think about that one." He laughed as she pushed him off of her. "No," he whined. "Come back."

"I need to call the handmaiden to help me get ready." She walked to the little rope in the corner of the room that would tell the servants they were up. Pulling it, she quickly ran back to the bed, her feet numb from the cold stone.

"You'll have to get dressed too." She smiled down at him. He had fallen back into his pillow when she pushed him over and brought his arm up to cover his face. "As much as I love your current outfit, I don't think it's appropriate for seeing off guests."

Ramsay smirked as he lowered his arm, his eyes roaming her own body that remained uncovered. "Oh, don't worry, my Lady." He pulled her closer, placing a quick kiss to her lips. "I plan on wearing this outfit whenever I can, especially when you're wearing the matching set."

She giggled as he kissed her again.

A knock on the door broke them apart. Y/n quickly stood up as fetched a robe, calling for the servants to enter as she put it on.

They quickly entered, most of them being sure to avoid looking at Ramsay's naked form as he stood from the bed. Myranda, however, stared freely.

Haynna and Myranda led Y/n to her dressing room as the other servants replaced the sheets and furs. The Dreadfort only had one bedroom with an attached dressing room, and that belonged to Roose. So, the servants had been tasked with turning the room across from Ramsay's into a dressing room for Lady Y/n.