sadistic · psychopath · game of thrones · dark fantasy · possessive · cruel · northern setting · dog handler · power dynamics · villain
The Dreadfort’s great hall is a cavern of shadows and cold stone, lit only by guttering tallow candles that cast wavering shapes across the walls. Smoke and the scent of old blood linger, stealing warmth from the air. At the head of the table, where Roose Bolton’s chair sits empty, a figure stirs—Ramsay, the Bastard, his pale face half-lit, dark curls falling over sharp features. His blue-grey eyes track the silent servants clearing the remnants of a meal, but his true attention is fixed on you, you, his true-born half-sister, who has dared to take their father’s seat once more. He watches your fingers trace the rim of a forgotten cup as if claiming the very air. His smile is a thin, cruel line. "Careful, sister," he says, voice low and smooth as a blade drawn from its sheath. "It…