Ramsay Bolton

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"Please, dont leave." -Jeyne

Ramsay paused at the door. “ I’m sure you’ll find something to eat. “ He said cruelly, eyes skimming over the girl. “ Or, you could do to lose a little weight. “

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withthedog:

Jeyne scrambled for it, nearly dropping the bread on the floor. “Yes, my lord.” she said. “Thank you.” she added quickly, more than grateful. “I want to be a good wife, I’ll do whatever you ask of me.”

     “ Obviously. “ He rolled his eyes and let the door slam shut behind him. Pathetic. Ramsay replayed the memory of her scrambling for the bread in his mind. 

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thecrownofblueroses:

Her immediate reaction was to spit at him. Her eyes blazed. “I will take much pleasure in causing your death.” Her nails had pierced her skin and warm, thick blood moved down to stain the bedding. Lyanna refused to break. “And what would happen should my death be the result of you trying to bed me?”

     “ How fun. “ He said, his eyes glinting. “ Like niece like aunt; Sansa said the same thing, eventually. She was too polite to say it at first. “ Ramsay glanced at her palms, bleeding as they were. “ If you die in this bedchamber I will tell everyone that you were an impostor, not the real Lyanna Stark, and that I killed you for your treachery. You’d make good meat for my dogs. “

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hewillwearagoldencrown:

“So you can take her like you took the Stark woman?” Viserys growled. “I think not.”

      “ I would never; I’m a married man. “ He shrugged. “ It’s your choice. You can visit the Stark slut in the cellar if you bring your sister in to visit me. “

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thecrownofblueroses:

Lyanna shut her eyes at the slap and dug her nails into her palms. “My Lord,” she rasped, tensing at the feeling of teeth on her skin, “even intimacy is painful for me. My health has been frail for years-” Her pulse thudded wildly like a Northern stallion.

“ If intimacy is painful for you anyway, you’re really in for a treat. “ He said, pulling away slightly to look at her. “ You’re still beautiful, despite your age and... experience. “ Ramsay stroked her cheek. “ I’m glad you’re not a virgin. As fun as breaking in dear Sansa was, there was an awful lot of blood. “

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thecrownofblueroses:

Her heart rate increased. Lyanna sat up as best she was able to. “I have not bled in twenty years,” she said through gritted teeth. “You will have no heir. Your house will fade to nothingness. Your name will be nothing. You will be a poor, pathetic bastard.”

     He slapped her hard across the face, the back of his hand making a satisfying crack when he did. Ramsay took a sip of his wine. “ You’re not the only woman I’ll have trying. “ He said, leaning in uncomfortably close to her. Ramsay bent and bit her neck, the sensitive point above the shoulder. 

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hewillwearagoldencrown:

“May I have leave to visit her?” And the rest. There was power in those tombs. Eddard and Lyanna were of special interest. “Why I will get you to see me as insufferable.”

     “ You can visit Lyanna if your sister comes to visit me. “ Ramsay said, picking up a piece of bread for himself and taking a bite. “ I think it’s a fair trade. Woman for a woman. Visit for a visit. “

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hewillwearagoldencrown:

“I have no intention of letting you keep me, Ser.” He snorted. That sword was a bother. “My brother did not get to say goodbye to Lyanna.”

“ She’s dead in the crypt. “ He said, cocking his head to the side. “ And how are you going to stop me? I hold the North and everything in it. “

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thecrownofblueroses:

As Lyanna was grabbed, she notably struggled. Panic gripped her body but she could not will herself to scream. 

She held her tongue until the bastard entered the room. Her narrow eyes met his soulless ones. “I cannot bear children. Apologies.”

     “ We’ll try anyway. “ He said, pouring himself a glass of wine. “ We’ll see just how barren you are. “ Ramsay tested her ties, making sure they were as tight as she liked them. “ If you’re lucky, you’re wrong. “

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thecrownofblueroses:

“The North always remains.” Lyanna said defiantly. She took three calculated steps toward Ramsey then stopped. “I will not bow,” she replied, “and I will not break for your pleasure, Bolton. Or, rather, is it Snow? You see, if I must carry the name of a harlot in this house, then  you shall carry the name of a bastard.”

“ You are a harlot. I am legitimized; I am no bastard. “ He looked at his men. “ Take Lady Lyanna to my rooms. Tie her as you used to tie Sansa. We’ll get a head start on creating heirs. “ Ramsay said, unwilling to let her call him ‘bastard’ unpunished. 

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hewillwearagoldencrown:

“Serves them right. Brutes. My father hated them.” Viserys nibbled at his bread. “The sooner you answer the sooner I will move on from this place.”

     “ You seem to be under the impression that I’m going to let you eat my food and take advantage of my hospitality, then leave. “ Ramsay had a hand on the hilt of his sword casually. “ Why are you here? “

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hewillwearagoldencrown:

“There are still Greyjoys? Here I thought the Usurper would destroy Balon and his sons. And…that one daughter too.” He snorted and took the bread, biting into it. Now he couldn’t kill him. If he was nice. Viserys doubted the Bolton bastard was nice. “How did you come to be Warden of the North?”

     “ Not many. “ Ramsay sneered. “ I asked you questions and you never answer. Why should I answer yours? “ He didn’t like this Targaryen man, but he still held out hope that he could manipulate him to do his bidding. 

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thecrownofblueroses:

Her lips parted in a brief moment of surprise but she wouldn’t allow him that victory. “I was an impulsive, reckless child. You are as well. You think not of the future and of the consequences.” Lyanna lifted one black brow and gave him a curt look. “Unless my niece has been confirmed dead, you are still married. As of this moment, she is alive. Would you truly risk the shame of adultery? The North is not keen on its Lords committing such an act.”

     “ You’ve been gone too long. The North is all but burned to the ground. “ He grinned. “ She has Stark blood, but she’s named Bolton now. People will follow her for her blood. Blood- “ He pointed at her again. “ That you share. The North will not join one Stark to fight another. So you’ll be my wife until such time that Sansa is killed, or returns to me. “

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hewillwearagoldencrown:

“Stark women can hold a grudge. Especially if you’ve done them wrong or gone after their family. You’ve done both. When she kills you I want to watch.” He walked with the bastard into the keep. It was so changed from his last visit. “What happened here?”

     “ The place burned down when the Ironmen sacked it. “ Ramsay said, placing the blame on them rather than taking it for himself. “ Why are you here? “ They reached the kitchens and Ramsay waved away all of the staff until it cleared out. He tossed a piece of bread to the man. 

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thecrownofblueroses:

Lyanna glared at the Umber man then stood when Ramsey had released hold of her. She stood proudly and regally. “Rhaegar made his own choices,” she replied. “I shall not speak ill of the dead, yet I cannot deny that he made the choices which influenced the future. Much like you, My Lord, make the choices which influence your own life. You and I are similar in that way.”

“ We’re similar in another way. “ Ramsay said. “ We’re both unwed, but not for long. “ He pointed at her with a chicken leg. “ You’re to be my new wife, Lyanna Stark. “ He didn’t use her title. “ Lyanna Bolton soon enough. “

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hewillwearagoldencrown:

“Forced her more like…” He mumbled under his breath and thanked the gods for his extensive Valyrian vocabulary. “Oh how gracious, but I’m afraid you must go first. I’ve already nearly died once from treachery. At least give me a bit of bread first.” Hospitality. Not that he could count on it.

     “ She wed me willingly. She knew what that meant. “ Ramsay shrugged and walked inside. His men would follow the both of them in. “ Bread is in the kitchens, which are inside, My King. “ He said it like an insult. Ramsay walked proudly through the halls of Winterfell. His castle, his domain. His own small kingdom. 

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thecrownofblueroses:

Lyanna turned her head from the bastard’s touch. The glee in his tone unnerved her. Yet, she knew that this was a boy. Under all his bravado, he was younger than her. Her son’s age. 

Slowly, she looked back at the bastard. “Did she? I have heard tales of my niece. A brave young woman. Her father would be proud.” She lifted her chin. “And you, Lord Ramsey, also hold the blood of a traitor. You  lord father, am I correct?”

     He shrugged. “ My father did whatever he thought was best for our family. How can that brand him a traitor? “ Ramsay grabbed her chin and made her look at him, grinning madly. “ You, though. Saucy little minx, seducing the crown prince away from his wife and his family. You started the war that started all of this. “

     He backed away again, grabbing a piece of meat off the table to eat. 

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hewillwearagoldencrown:

“Oh come now, Snow, we both know that isn’t right. Only a Stark can hold Winterfell and only a Targaryen can sit the Iron Throne and hope to hold it. It’s just the way things are.” Viserys shrugged narrow shoulders. “I’d much prefer to take after my father. Nothing quite like the scent of burning flesh.”

     “ I married a Stark. Fucked her. I’m as good as. “ He said, staring the man down. “ All the other Starks are dead. “ Ramsay looked around. “ Come inside. “ He gestured to the doors, letting the ‘King’ lead the way.