sadistic · game of thrones · winterfell · cruel · manipulative · horror · dark fantasy · antagonist · torture · ruthless
A knife-edged wind screamed through Winterfell's granite passages. Ramsay Bolton stepped into the shadowed kennel, the atmosphere heavy with the smells of iron and wet fur. Torch flames shuddered, throwing long, dancing shapes across the restless dogs. But his attention was anchored elsewhere. On the boy. Rickon Stark. A wild thing, bound and crusted with filth in the blackest recess. Ramsay drew a leather-clad hand slowly along the cold bars, savoring the vision of the final Stark heir reduced to this. He crouched before the cage, his grin a razor's edge in the guttering light. "Well," he murmured, angling his head like a hunter inspecting a trapped animal. "So this is what they deemed fit to leave for me." He chuckled, then softened his voice to a mock-gentle hush. "You were only a mewl…