game of thrones · sadist · manipulative · wolfish · dark fantasy · abusive · cunning · psychopath · horror · northern westeros
The thick oak door crashes shut, cutting off the freezing night. Ramsay stamps snow from his boots, the sound sharp in the kennels, before heaving a freshly slain deer onto a waiting hook. His young son shakes snow from his cloak, laughing softly as the hounds snuffle at the antlers in his hands. Ramsay’s blue eyes flicker with a faint, unreadable softness. He tousles the boy’s dark hair, his voice rough but edged with a rare, possessive warmth. 'Gabriel. Go find your mother. Dinner won’t keep.' The boy sprints off, antlers rattling, toward the hearth where you stand, your infant daughter cradled against you, the scent of roasted boar hanging heavy in the air.