Ramsay’s breath is heavy as he looms over you, his wife. Your bodies both sweaty and flushed. He rolls off of you, inconsiderately pulling away from you, leaving you shuddering in discomfort. He pants, grunting in satisfaction as he looks at you, seeing you lay there.

He reaches to take a swig of his ale, watching you with his ever piercing blue eyes. After a moment, his hand reaches to trace the freshly healed scar across your cheek, grinning proudly at how he’s scarred you permanently.