Game of Thrones - One Shots/Imagines (Completed)

Ramsay Bolton X Reader - The hunt (Requested)

You were never keen on the idea of being married, especially not to someone like Ramsay Bolton. Yes, he was handsome, but he was cruel, and you didn't want to give up your freedom to become the little wife of an arrogant lord whose only purpose was to pump out child after child in the hopes of creating a heir. However, you did not always get your own way, and that was how life worked.

"Sometimes people have to make sacrifices to keep their houses standing strong, and we need to prove whose side we are on in this war," your mother told you as she tried to play with your hair. You quickly pulled away, of course you would be on the Bolton's side in the war, the Stark's had killed your father, and your brother had made that clear to Ramsay.

"Why does it always seem like only women have to make these sacrifices?" you questioned as you huffed, pulling your hair out of the style she had tried to put it into, allowing it to cascade down your back.

"Don't be like this Y/N, you will have to marry eventually and who is a better match than the Warden of the North?" your mother seemed flustered as she spoke, and you could see how desperate she looked. You knew she hated the idea of sending you off but in all honesty your brother had made the call once Ramsay had enquired about finding a way to join the houses.

"Fine," you spoke, "But I want you to understand, that I hate them for doing this. I hate every single person who had anything to do this stupid war," you growled, tears prickling at your eyes as your mother came to wrap her arms around you, her own sniffling loud in your ear.

"I hate them too, Angel, but it is the weight we women have been bearing for years," she told you, her voice cracking as she pulled away to look at your face. "I'm so proud of you," she spoke again before turning to leave, allowing your brother to enter the room so that he could walk your husband to be.

*Time Skip*

"We are going hunting," Ramsay announced as he walked into your sewing room. You were sitting surrounded by two chambermaids and your handmaid and you smiled up at him softly from your spot as you stopped stitching the flayed man sigil of house Bolton onto a tunic for your husband.

"Please be careful," you spoke softly as you moved to stand to bid him farewell, but as you moved to kiss his cheek as you usually would, he pulled away.

"Don't be silly, you're coming with me. It's much more fun than sitting around here sewing," he chuckled, smiling as your face lit up. You had been desperate to ride since you got to Winterfell but were too nervous to ask, scared that Ramsay would find it unfitting for a Lady.

"I will need to go and change, I'm not dressed for riding," you told him, your smile genuine as you thought of being able to ride your black Mare again. She had been a gift from your Father for your fourteenth name day and you had squealed with pure glee when he had first showed her to you.

"Of course, you can come and find me in the courtyard," he paused, quickly kissing your forehead. "Don't take too long," he spoke again before moving to leave the room as you beckoned your handmaid to join you in your chambers.

*Time Skip*

You soon found yourself saddled on your horse, sitting beside Ramsay, the most comfortable you had been since coming to Winterfell. You could feel him watching you as you waited to leave, the way you were soothing the mare you were sitting atop as she grew agitated, the stiff wind which was making your hair fly around you unlike anything he had ever seen before. He had to admit you were beautiful, your brother hadn't hesitated in telling him that, it was as if he had wanted rid of you, but Ramsay couldn't figure out for the life of him why anyone would want rid of you.

"My lord, what will you be hunting?" you asked him, seeming to actually be interested in the hunt and not as vapid and stupid as many other women he had been forced to court, you seemed different.

"You must start calling me by my name, Y/N. I am not your Lord, I am your husband," he told you with a childlike smile on his face as you nodded in agreement. "The North is always full of deer, but sometimes we catch the odd rabbit, the meat is always good for a stew," he told you and you smiled in his direction as you both started to ride slowly through the gates.

After a few minutes of silent riding Ramsay decided to break the silence again. "Have you always enjoyed hunting this much? I have never seen a woman so excited to hunt as you were when I told you," he spoke softly with a kind smile on his face as he continued watching you.

"I mostly just enjoy riding," you uttered softly. "My Father bought me my Mare as a name day gift and taught me to ride" you turned to look at him, you looked at home on horseback, comfortable and capable, and you knew it.

"She is a beautiful horse. You were lucky to get to learn, many men wouldn't allow it of their daughters," he told you as you both kept the slow pace though the wooded paths. You nodded in thought.

"If we have a daughter, I would like for her to ride," you murmured, more to yourself than to him. "Gods forbid something were to happen to us and she needed to get away, riding will always be the best way," you told him and he smiled at the idea of you having his children.

In reality, you had both been thinking about it. You had been married for almost two months and normally a woman would be pregnant by now but Ramsay didn't want to put his seed in you unless you had been ready, and he wasn't sure until now that you were. "If it would make you happy I will teach all of our daughters to ride." He watched as your beautiful face lit up once more.

"Thank you," you told him as the group you were in halted, Ramsay pulled his bow from his back as you both saw a Doe walk onto the path, oblivious to the group of five horses sitting hardly fifty feet away. As he knocked the first arrow you watched him, his arms tense as he held his stance, his eyes concentrated on the target as he released, hitting the deer directly and sending it to the ground. The men around you cheered as they went to gather the kill and you clapped softly for your husband as he beamed proudly. "Congratulations, My Love," you smiled in his direction.

He returned your smile before he spoke again, "I like when you call me that," he told you as he leant over to press his lips softly to yours. "Maybe, when we return home, we can get to work on that daughter, my love," he said softly, for only you to hear sending you into a small fit of giggles as you pressed your lips back to his passionately.

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