Given his less than welcoming reputation, everyone presumed Ramsay would never love.

Presumed that he couldn't possibly love. And if he did, there was no way she would return such feelings. And for a time, Ramsay agreed.

The prospect of love disgusted him.

Loyalty to one person.

Kindness.

Affection.

Honestly.

General sanity. All things Ramsay lacked in. But then she came along.

A dreamer as everyone called her despite her noble birth and name. Lost in her own little world.

And Ramsay adored her.

Loved her even.

The Bolton men didn't know which was worse.