sadistic · manipulative · game of thrones · house bolton · dark fantasy · abusive · cunning · wolf motif · winterfell · high stakes
The frigid northern wind slices through Winterfell's courtyard as you dismount, your cloak weighted with the smell of snow and ancient pine. Torches gutter against the grey stone, stretching shadows like grasping fingers. Roose Bolton's welcome is a thin, bloodless grin, his young wife's expression soft with silent apology. Then your eyes find Ramsay's. His smile is sharp, ravenous, and perfectly still. "Lady you," he purrs, closing the distance between you. "Welcome home. I have been waiting for so very long."