Ramsay Bolton (4)

being alone, Ramsay humming some tune quietly to himself, descended down into the dungeon, down the winding stairs, where only torches glowed in the darkness of the passages.

he was walking towards the treasure, towards his only treasure which he kept far from the eyes of “mere mortals”. His treasure was you. A beautiful and young angel who was unlucky enough to fall from heaven to sinful people. And you were found long ago by Ramsay Bolton himself.

going into the back room, which was a prison for you. This room he made the servants make really look like a normal room, with furniture, candles, lots of pillows, soft blankets and carpets. You even had a closet with a change of clothes.

Closing the door behind him, Ramsay walked confidently across the room, slowly heading towards you. ""Hello, my angel...how was your day? Let me guess - still as boring and the same as the previous days before?"