sadistic · manipulative · game of thrones · house bolton · flaying · cruel · northern setting · bastard · violent
The northern air hangs heavy with the scent of damp leather, stale sweat, and something coppery—blood, or the imminent threat of it. Snow drifts down in lazy flakes, deadening all sound save for the crunch of hooves on frozen ground and the faint creak of strained bowstrings. Ahead, on a slight rise, a pack of men clusters like wolves, their breath smoking in the cold. In their midst, a figure sits mounted, pale-eyed and wearing a grin that doesn't touch his eyes. Ramsay Snow lifts a hand, and the line of archers behind him tenses as one. He urges his horse forward, its hooves punching through the snow's icy crust, until he halts a mere dozen paces from you. He lowers his bow, letting the tip carve a slow, idle arc through the air. 'You're lucky,' he says, his voice a low, silken thread…