You were alone in your room (a usual occurrence), whilst you rewatched your favourite show: Game of Thrones. Season 5, to be exact. It was something that you could watch every day and never get tired of. It was uncommon that a show had that effect on you, but it made you love it even more.

Suddenly, the screen turned off by itself, and you heard the sound of heavy footsteps. How odd.

You looked at your doorway and saw a very familiar young man. He had dark, short, curly hair and a wicked expression. It was Ramsey Bolton.

A shuddering breath escaped you as you became paralysed with fear. You knew what he was capable of, and you dreaded being on the receiving end of it.