Again, I know I am looking at other possible sides of Ramsay's character. But deep down, he will always maintain his bad boy streak that I love. Hope you all enjoy

"What the hell are ya doing sleeping on the floor, when there's a perfectly good bed there?" Ramsay said as he stood in the doorway, a tray of food in his hand, and a confused look on his face. (Y/n) slowly sitting up and stretching her aching muscles. Even though a rug on a hard wooden floor was not the best sleeping arrangement, it was probably cleaner than the bed. The youngest Lannister shuddering slightly as the thoughts of what could possibly have happened on that mattress, filled her mind.

"Are you kidding, if I slept in that, the gods only know what I'd catch. I mean, were the linens even changed after it was last used. I mean, let's face it, this little dive must be one of that revolting creature, Petyr Baelish's places. There isn't a person in Kings Landing that doesn't know what his real business is. He's not fooling anyone when he pretends to be an upstanding member of the community." (Y/n) said as she stood up, feeling every vertebra in her back crack. Ramsay chuckling to himself, as he walked over to the small table and placed down the tray.

"The trouble with you is that ya too fussy. That bed is better than the one I have; I'm surprised you ain't demanded silk sheets and room service yet." Ramsay replied. Rolling his eyes as the lioness huffed.

"Ok, firstly, I am not fussy. Secondly, if that bed is better than yours, believe me I will swap. Thirdly, I don't need silk sheets. And finally, I already have room service. If you haven't noticed, you are the one bringing food to me in my room. That in my books, is room service." (Y/n) said, sitting on the corner of the bed, her arms folded firmly across her chest.

"This ain't no fancy hotel that you and ya family are used to stayin in, if ya ain't noticed toots. And I ain't no porter, and this ain't room service." Ramsay growled, as he looked over at the woman perched uncomfortably on the very corner of the bed.

"Not room service? Well, that's good because that means I don't have to tip you. It's terrible service anyway." (Y/n) hissed in reply, trying to bite back the small smile that threatened to creep onto her face.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry princess if we don't meet your standards. Next time I'll knock and tug my forelock to ya when I come in. Or would ya like a bow? And you can keep ya tip, I don't need ya money." Ramsay told her, as he came to sit next to her on the bed.

"HA! You don't need my money? Of course, you don't need my family's money. You are after all, Roose Bolton's only surviving heir. But that didn't stop you from trying to rob the bank that everyone in Kings Landing knows, holds the Lannister family fortune? You are not trying to tell me that you were there to take the life savings of the average Jo Blow that lives around the corner. Because whether you believe me or not, and even though I know that you are a despicable creature, that can kill as easily as breath, that isn't your style. You were in Kings Landing National Bank to steal from us, and any other rich family that just so happens to have their money there. I don't know if you see yourself as some kind of modern day Robin Hood, where you steal from the rich and give to the poor; but my father isn't King John, and I am most certainly not the Sheriff of Nottingham." (Y/n) said with a sigh. Gingerly placing her hand over his. For some reason needing him to know that she was, in some way, capable of understanding a little about his life.

"You know.......and I know you won't believe this, but there is part of me that understands why you do what you do. Why you thumbed your nose at society and became a criminal. I work downtown a lot, with some of the poorest smallfolk that Kings Landing has to offer. I've seen women that have been beaten by their husbands, children that have been hurt, and men that are so desperate for work they will do anything, because they think if they can't provide for their families then they aren't a real man. What you did, what you do, I know gives these people hope. That your humble birth makes them see you as one of them. They think that if one of their own can rebel against the system. Can rock the boat. Then the rest of them have a chance. As I said before, it's a shame you lost your hope, but I'll lend you some of mine if you like." (Y/n) said with a soft laugh. Ramsay feeling her hand squeeze his as she spoke.

Normally, if some rich little princess had said that to him, he would have scoffed and laughed in her face. But with this woman, he could hear the sincerity in her every word. The fact that she said that she could understand what he did, and why he was who he was, made him feel happy for some reason. Happy that she didn't seem to see him as the crazed monster that others of her ilk did.

He knew she was telling the truth when she said she worked with the poor of the city. He'd seen pictures of her in the newspapers but presumed at first that it was some kind of publicity stunt, to make the Lannister's look good in the eyes of the masses. But as he listened to people in the streets, he had heard about her bringing food and clothing down to the shelters and the soup kitchens, making sure that the woman and children were taken care of, while the men trudged the streets looking for any kind of paid employment. He also knew that thanks to her, the poorest of the poor had received medical help, paying for maester's to come and administer to the sick and injured.

He had wanted to go to one of the shelters she worked at, to see what she was doing personally. But given his high profile, he had sent one of his men instead. The reports he had got were glowing; being told that she rolled up her sleeved and helped anywhere and everywhere she could, not bothered by the smell or the dirt that by the end of the day she was covered in. At the time he had not believed that it was possible that a member of the rich class would care so much about the plebeians of Kings Landing; but as the two sat together on the small bed, he finally believed it, he believed in her. She was still a Lannister, but she was certainly no Sheriff of Nottingham. In fact, as he got to know her better, he would very much like for her to become his Maid Marion. I sarcastic, know it all Maid Marion. But Maid Marion, nonetheless. Ramsay squeezing her hand back, not knowing whether it was as a reassurance for her or for himself. Or whether it was a thank you for her saying she understood, when no one else ever had. But whichever one it was, Ramsay just liked the fact that she was holding his hand.

"Do ya hate it that much?" He asked suddenly.

"Hate what?" (Y/n) asked, her eyebrows furrowing at his sudden strange question.

"The bed." (Y/n) finding that she couldn't help but giggle slightly at the question. And that after all the things she had just said to him, the only thing he seemed to focus on was the bed.

"I'm sure it's a very nice, comfortable bed, it's just, well.........I just can't get past the fact of what might have happened in it. And how often, and with how many people." (Y/n) replied, scrunching up her nose. Ramsay finding that it was his turn to laugh.

He knew she was right; Lizzie's girls would most certainly have used the room for entertaining their clients, and even though he was sure that the sheets would have been changed, he could sort of understand her discomfort with the idea. He was sure that she had never slept in anything less than a King sized bed, with the finest linens, caressing her soft skin. There was part of him that wanted to tell her just to get her ass in the bed and stop being so damn prissy; but there was the other part, the part that had brushed his thumb across her cheek in the woods. The part that found himself still holding her hand, that wanted to make her feel comfortable and safe.

"Ya can have mine if ya like. I mean....... I can change rooms with ya if you hate it that much. I don't sleep much, and you might feel safer in my room anyway. Its outta the way of Lizzie and her girl's business." Ramsay offer. (Y/n) finding that she couldn't help but smile at the feared man.

"Er.....well if you are sure. I don't want to kick you out of your room. The floor isn't as hard as it looks." (Y/n) said. Finding it strange how she felt so comfortable in Ramsay's presence.

"I'm sure, now come on before I change my mind." He told her, pulling her to her feet and out through the door.

As they walked through the large house, (Y/n) could see a few of the girls sitting on the laps of their customers, quietly speaking about money for services. The lady shocked at how young they were. Most, no older than her.

"Come on (Y/n) ya don't want to see this." Ramsay whispered, as he moved in front of her while leading the way to his room.

"Well, well, well, who might you be beautiful? Hey Lizzie, ya didn't tell me ya had a new girl. And such an expensive looking one at that." A large man said as he stood in front of (Y/n) blocking her way. It seeming obvious, that he hadn't noticed the fact that Ramsay had just been holding her hand a moment ago.

"How much for a good time gorgeous? However much it is, I'm sure you're worth it." The man said as he reached out and touched her face with his sweaty digits.

"I tell you what sweetheart," (Y/n) said in the sickliest sweet voice she could muster without throwing up.

"If you don't get those disgusting fingers of yours off my face, I will personally take great delight in breaking your nose, you fat, ugly, sweaty sack of shit in a cheap suit." She cooed softly, watching the man's look change to one of anger.

"Why ya dirty whore, who the fuck do ya think ya talkin to?" The man growled. His hand suddenly raised to strike her. But before he could hit her, five long fingers grabbed at his wrist.

"Now Charlie, that ain't no way to speak to a lady, especially when that lady is with me." A smooth dark voice said from behind the man. (Y/n) unable to stop herself from feeling a sick sense of satisfaction as she watched the colour completely drain from the large man's features.

"Hey Ramsay, I didn't mean no disrespect....... If I'd a know she was with you I wouldn't have touched, ya know that. I don't want any trouble......I'm sorry ok?" The man spluttered. The level of discomfort on his face as he turned to look at an angry Ramsay, making (Y/n) want to laugh out loud. But she bit her lip, desperately holding back the mockery that wanted to escape her lips, as the heir to the Dreadfort grabbed (Y/n) and pulled her into his side, his arm resting around her waist.

"Ok, listen and listen well. This is mine, and if any of ya even think about so much as lookin at her sideways I'll blown ya brains out. Ya got that?" Ramsay growled, as he addressed the gathered men. A sea of frantic nods coming from the men, as they uncomfortably turned their attention back to the girls that were still perched on their laps.

"And as for you Charlie. Well, first ya going to apologise to my girl. And then you are gonna come and see me later, cos you and I have business to discuss." Ramsay hummed disdainfully. The deathly pale man, apologising profusely several times, before he rushed off in the opposite direction. A string of mumbled expletives leaving his mouth as he left.

"What the fuck did ya think you were doin? It ain't safe for ya out here, you should have kept hold of my hand." Ramsay chastised as he pulled (Y/n) with him. Opening the last door at the end of a corridor and pushing her inside. (Y/n) finding that the new room was small and sparsely furnished, just like the one she had come from. But that here, the small bed that was situated in the far corner of the room looked comfortable and clean. And as she sat down on the edge of it, feeling the soft mattress underneath her, she turned her attention to the man in the room.

"I'll have you know that it was you that let go of my hand. And then I had no option but to stop, because that moron stood in my way. And if you hadn't noticed, he's not the easiest thing to get around. Also, what's all this about me being your girl? Did I miss the memo or something?" (Y/n) asked, a smug smirk on her face as she watched Ramsay shift uncomfortably before joining her on the bed.

"Look, don't go getting ya hopes up, I told them what I had to tell them to keep ya safe. Don't think I'm the only one that doesn't like rich people, especially your kinda rich people. If they knew you were (Y/n) Lannister, I hate to think what they'd do to ya. You'd probably be stripped, fucked and buried in the woods out there. I may be many things, and I may have done many things, but as long as ya here, ya my responsibility, and no one is gonna hurt ya." He said as he pushed himself further onto the bed, resting his back against the wall.

"Thank you." (Y/n) replied softly, as she joined him, pressing herself up to the wall.

"I'm sending ya father the ransom note. Before ya know it, he'll have paid up and you'll be outta here. You can forget this ever happened, and ya can forget about me." Ramsay explained with a sigh as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The gangster taking in the scent of (Y/n)'s expensive perfume that still clung to her skin.

"Who said I wanted to forget about you?" (Y/n) asked nervously, playing with the hem of her dress. Ramsay's eyes flying open, staring at her intently. Watching as she chewed on her bottom lip.

"Of course, you want to forget about me! I'm Ramsay Bolton. And you are (Y/n) Lannister. I kidnapped ya and I'm holding you for ransom. Why would you want to remember?" he enquired incredulously.

"Because I do alright? I have my reasons." (Y/n) grumbled indignantly as she turned to look the other way.

"What reasons could the Sheriff of Nottingham have for wanting to remember Robin Hood." Ramsay asked, laughing at her words from earlier. The bastard of the Dreadfort growing wide eyed, as, in an instant, and without saying a word, (Y/n) was straddling his lap. Her warm hands on each side of his face and her lips on his. His eyes fluttering closed, as his brain tried to process the unexpected situation. But fearing that she would stop, he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer. The passion of her kiss almost taking his breath away.

If he had been thinking straight, he would have pushed her away and left the room, locking the door behind him, forgetting about the whole thing. But the last thing he was doing at this moment, was thinking straight. His entire body was shaking and tingling. The whole situation, the most deliciously sinful feeling he had ever felt. She was forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden, and here she was, giving him the apple.

He moved slightly, just enough so that he could move her back onto the mattress, doing his best to not break the kiss. His long fingers caressing her cheek and then her slender neck, before they slowly, almost instinctively, found their way to her rounded breasts. His fingertips softly, but deftly, brushing over her hardened nipples that he could feel through the light material of her dress. At that moment, Ramsay feeling as if he had found heaven. And heavens name was (Y/n) Lannister.

"Hey boss." Luton called out, as he came pushing through the door. His eyes instantly falling on the two figures on the bed.

"Oh, shit boss. I didn't.........well I didn't mean to interrupt nothin. If I'd a know you two were....... well, ya know. I would have stayed away." Luton stammered out, as he watched Ramsay move reluctantly away from (Y/n), who was trying to pull her dress back down.

"What is it Luton, and it better be fuckin good." Ramsay growled, as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"I'm really sorry boss, but it's business and it can't wait." The bastard's boy replied apologetically.

"And ya think this can?" Ramsay asked. His head turning to see a blushing (Y/n).

"Remember where we were doll, cos I have every intention of coming back and finishing what we started." Ramsay whispered as he got off the bed. Leaning down so that he could kiss her on the cheek. His voice so dangerously low, that it sent a shiver down her spine as he spoke.

"How could I forget?" She asked, as she pecked his lips, a wicked glint dancing in her eyes. A look that Ramsay would never have through to see in the eyes of a lioness.

"So, you and her, boss? I thought ya hated tha Lannister's?" Luton asked, as he caught up to the happily humming gangster. Ramsay barely able to conceal the smile that had grown across his lips.

"Ah, Luton. You will find that in this life, there are always exceptions ta the rule." Ramsay chuckled as they made their way down the corridor.

"And for her, I'm willing to break all the rules." He hummed, only loud enough so he could hear.