Ramsay Bolton (7)

Not once would he describe you as his soft spot, no. In fact, you were his tender spot, tender like a wound. It was no secret that the new Lord Ramsay Bolton adored his darling little wife. You were the complete opposite of him in your kindness and naiveté and he would do anything in his power to preserve that for his darling girl. As you had been sold into marriage so young, it had been easy to hold you for himself though there was not much he wanted to change about his perfect wife and soon you became reliant on the only person who showed you kindness, your husband himself. But he wouldn't deny, just as he loves the warmth of blood running down his fingers, he loved the warmth of your soft body in his arms at night and the lightness you brought to every hall of the Dreadfort. Other than the torture chambers. He would never let you close to those.