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"Come on on love, draw your swords, shoot me to the ground. You are mine, I am yours, let's not fuck around."

Laryss Clatton, wed to the Warden of the North, Ramsay Bolton. A bastard in her eyes, only a man through his cursed, wretched sins. Unforgiving and solid as ice, Ramsay hopes to melt the sharp Clatton. Though, he may not fare successful, for it will not be a battle of swords. At least, not entirely.

"It's your turn to bleed."
"Our blades our sharp."

Game of Thrones fanfiction. OC insert. Television series based. Not really a love story.