I make no apologises for writing another Ramsay imagine. 😁❤️ Again, this is something different, so I hope you enjoy.

"What do you mean, we have a poacher in the woods? Who would dare steal from me?" Ramsay growled, staring at the man in front of him.

"We are unsure my Lord, but the men have seen things in the woods; there are markings on the trees, and one of the men has found this." The bannerman said, handing Ramsay a long arrow.

Ramsay had never seen anything like it before; the shaft was crafted from a pale wood, but he could see the glint of what looked like gold inlaid in it, the fletching was made from peacock feathers, and the tip of the arrow looked like some kind of black metal; whatever this person was, they were most certainly no common poacher.

"Whoever this thief is, they are no common criminal." Ramsay said, sitting down in his large wooden chair as he turned the arrow over and over in his fingers, admiring the unique craftmanship.

"Have you spoken to the villagers? What do they have to say for themselves?" Ramsay asked, looking back at the bannerman who had begun to look uncomfortable.

"Yes my lord, that was the first thing we did, if a poacher was going to come from anywhere it was from amongst them; but that is not what they say.......... they say........ well what they say makes no sense my lord."

Ramsay stared at the man, waiting for him to continue.

"They say that the person in the woods is no poacher, they say that it is the spirit of the woods,  something that the elders call Sheela-Na-Gig, my lord ."

Ramsay sighed heavily, he knew that some of the people still believed in the old gods, still believed in spirits and other creatures, but to blame the thefts from his woods on a so called spirit would only incite his anger further.

"How do you know animals have been going missing?" Ramsay asked, growing angrier as not only was someone daring to steal from him, but also that the villagers were now lying about who it was.

"We have found the animals in the village my lord, being shared by the people; they claim that they were a gift from the spirit." The young bannerman informed Ramsay, who finally let his anger get the better of him.

"You will take more men and go down to the village. Anyone found with meat from these animals will be brought before me; if the people continue to claim that this is the work of a spirit, then they will be punished. I want the person that dares steal from me, and I will find out one way or another who it really is." Ramsay yelled, watching as the man scurried from his chamber, to carry out his orders.

It was not long before the bannermen had returned, dragging behind them a number of villagers. As they were brought before Ramsay, he smiled wickedly as the men and woman shook, their hands bound, and their heads lowered.

"These people were all found with meat from the animals, my lord; this one is the butcher." The bannerman told Ramsay, as he kicked the man forward onto his face.

"So, you dare take meat from my woods?" Ramsay growled, scowling at the man on the floor.

"Who is the thief?" Ramsay screamed, leaning down, gripping the poor man's face in his hand.

"We didn't steal it my lord, no one in the village would dare take any game from the woods. The dead animals were left for us by the spirit." The old butcher told Ramsay, who quickly stood up, before kicking the prone man.

"There is no such thing as a spirit of the woods! You will tell me who is stealing from me, or I will flay every last one of you." Ramsay said, glaring at the trembling villagers.

"You know nothing child; you are ignorant, and foolish, you know nothing of what is really out there."

The voice caused Ramsay to spin on his heels, his furious eyes falling on an old woman.

"Sheela-Na-Gig is real;  I called on her, and she has answered. She will take back what is hers, and you will no longer be able to go on any more of your little hunts." The old woman said, mocking the already irate Ramsay.

Ramsay's men dragged the old woman to her feet, as he stalked over to her.

"So, you called on this so called spirit. I shall go and find this Sheela-Na-Gig for myself old woman, and when I find her, I will kill her." Ramsay told her, as he motioned for his men to take the villagers to the dungeon.

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The next morning, as the hounds were readied, Sour Alyn, Luton, Skinner and Grunt mounted their horses as Ramsay mounted Blood; Ramsay was going hunting, and one way or another he was going to find this so called spirit that dared to steal from him, and make sure she was stopped, maybe he would even be able to have some fun when they did find her.

It was a fine day as Ramsay and the Bastard's boys rode out into the fields making their way to the woods, the only sounds that could be heard were the panting of the horses and baying of the hounds as the five men rode at full speed to find their quarry.

As they drew closer to the woods Ramsay noticed that they seemed to look greener, more vibrant, as if something had brought the trees too life. At the back of his mind, Ramsay began to wonder if what the villagers were saying was true, whether there was something that had come to the woods that was making them, and the whole surroundings, look more alive; but he shook these thoughts from his mind, whoever was taking the animals from his woods was very much human, and he was going to find them.

As the men rode deeper into the woods, their surroundings suddenly seemed to grow darker and colder as the trees seemed to close in on them as if forcing the men in a particular direction. Without warning, the horses of the Bastard's boys began to rear up as if spooked by something that only they could see; despite their best effort the four men found themselves thrown from their mounts, as the steeds ran off into the depth of the woods.

As Ramsay turned Blood around to see what had happened, a huge wall of leaves and vines grew up, separating him and the hounds from his men-at-arms. Dismounting Blood, he ran over to the wall of flora, his hands trying to push through it so that he could get back to the others, but he found that the leafy wall was quite impenetrable. Suddenly Ramsay heard a sound, like a soft female laugh, which caused him to spin around, his eyes darting in all directions trying to locate the source of the sound.

"So, you must be the bastard? The old woman said that you would come to find me; she said that you would not like my presence in these woods."

Ramsay's eyes grew wide as a figure seemed to appear from within a tree, its brown and green clothing causing it to mingle in with its surroundings perfectly. She stood, holding to her side, a bow that was taller than her, and a quiver of arrows that were identical to the one that he had been shown, on her back.

Ramsay grew angry at the mention of him being a bastard, how dare this woman speak to him in such a manner, how dare she think that she could be in his woods. With a word, Ramsay sent the wailing hounds off towards the figure, grinning widely at the thought of the animals tearing the woman limb from limb; but as they drew closer, Ramsay saw that instead of attacking the figure the hounds began jumping up happily at her, nuzzling their snouts into her hands, as she cooed over them, patting and stroking the beasts that surrounded her.

"WHAT ARE YOU?" Ramsay yelled out, reaching for his sword from Blood's saddle.

Without a further word, the woman removed the dark brown hood from her head to reveal what was underneath. To his amazement, there indeed stood a woman, a woman so fair that he could swear that he had never seen her equal; her long brown hair, that tumbled down her back was intertwined with leaves, vines, and the smallest white flowers, that appeared to grow from the woman herself. Ramsay couldn't help but stare at the pair of perfect green eyes that stared back at him so intently he could swear that she was trying to read his mind.

"Some call me Sheela-Na-Gig, others, the Green Woman; but you may call me (Y/n)." The woman said, offering Ramsay the slightest of bows.

Momentarily Ramsay could think of nothing to say as he stared wide eyed at the beauty in front of him. He couldn't help but remember the words of the old woman, as the trees around this (Y/n) seemed to grow instantly; "she belongs to the woods, as the woods belong to her" she had said, and now that he was in front of this "spirit" he was beginning to believe.

"What are you doing in my woods?" Ramsay growled, still not quite wanting to believe that the woman was anything more than human.

"Your woods? YOUR WOODS? These woods have been mine since the first sapling sprouted from the ground, and they will continue to be mine long after you are dead, Bastard of Dreadfort." She hissed, stalking over to Ramsay, who had begun to feel an uncharacteristic shake in his hand.

As he raised his sword to bring it down on the woman in front of him, the ground around him began to move, as grasses instantly grew up his body, winding themselves around him tightly, making it impossible for him to move.

"The old woman was right; you really are a foolish boy. Did you think that you would be able to harm me, especially in my own world? Such a shame, such beauty in a man should not be wasted by an unwise mind." She said, her hand reaching up and caressing his cheek.

"Now listen to me boy. In your world you may be considered something to be feared, but in my domain you are nothing, and as long as you fight against me you will remain nothing, so I believe that we should come to an agreement." She told Ramsay, as the grasses suddenly released him.

"As long as I remain on this land, the woods, and fields will flourish, animals will breed and grow strong, and the days will be pleasant and fine. I will hunt, and care for the people of the village, without any interference from you or your men." She said, slowly circling a now intrigued Ramsay.

"And what do I get out of this bargain?" Ramsay asked, watching as Blood happily took the apple that she had just produced, from the palm of her hand.

"Why, I will give you what you most desire. I will give you your heir." She, told him matter-of-factly.

Ramsay's eyes grew wide, had she just offered him what he thought?

"You mean you would...... you and I?" Ramsay asked, still not believing what he had heard.

"Am I not pleasing to the eye? Would you not wish to be with me? I am a spirit of fertility, and I believe that I could give you many strong sons. To waste such masculine beauty would be a crime." She told Ramsay, as he gently took her hand and kissed it.

"I believe that we have an agreement my lady." Ramsay smirked, pulling the spirit to him.

"Then my lord, I believe that we should not waste time; sons do not make themselves." She told him, smiling as she pulled him deeper into the woods.