(Snow White AU. Ramsay Bolton x fem!princess!reader! DARK!!! Huntsman POV. Violence , Talk of Murder and blood. There will be a 2nd part! The originally story is another from The Brothers Grimm.)

Jealousy was a funny thing. That was what was going through Ramsay's mind as he stood before this queen. She was a beauty, no doubt, but there was something twisted in her soul. Something mangled and decaying. Worse, he thought, than even himself. Still, gold was gold and life was life. She was offering him both for the job she was asking him to do.

It wasn't that Ramsay wanted to be a huntsman. Of course not. He had much loftier ambitions. However, first, he had to prove himself to his father. Besides that was the fact that he couldn't deny that he loved the hunt. The chase. It exhilarated him. It sent pleasant shivers through his entire being.

"Are we clear, Huntsman?" the queen asked, snapping Ramsay back to reality. He nodded once. "Yes. Yes. Take the princess out. Kill her. End of story." Ramsay turned to leave, but was stopped once more by the queen's voice. "Wait. To be sure you do not fail me, I want you to bring me her heart. In this." She had a guard hand over an ornately decorated box. Ramsay glanced down at the box and then back up to the queen. Oh yes, this woman was deranged. Even by Ramsay's standards. With another nod, Ramsay took his leave and went in search of you.

Finding you was easy enough. You'd been allowed out the castle from your daily duties long enough to pick some fresh wild flowers. Ramsay approached slowly as his mind searched for the best way to handle this. Should he go in and get it over with immediately? Or should he make it into a game? Once more, his thoughts were interrupted by another person's voice.

"Oh, hello. I've never seen you around the castle before." Innocent eyes looked up at him. That was all it took for Ramsay to understand why the queen was so jealous. Her beauty could never compare to yours. While her soul was twisted, yours seemed untouched. Your entire being screamed of naiveté and mischief while hers exploded with evil. It was that moment, that Ramsay's eyes met yours, that he knew he was going to draw this game out as long as possible.

With a charming smile, Ramsay bowed his head. "Princess," he greeted. "You know me?" Ramsay laughed and nodded. "Of course. The entire kingdom has heard tales of your beauty. And your kindness." You bit your lip as you glanced down at the ground. "T-Thank you, kind sir," you replied before looking back up at him again and continuing, "Is there something I can do for you? What brings you to the castle?"

"I've taken over for the old butcher. He is unwell. Old. I am the new supplier of meat for the castle," he answered, the lying escaping his mouth with ease, "And perhaps, you could be so kind as to show me the land? I haven't had time to explore it, I'm afraid." Your face lit up at the thought of exploration. "Of course. Shall we?" You held your bouquet of freshly picked flowers in one hand, while reaching out with your other to loop your arm through his.

Ramsay hardly listened to your idle chatter as you lead him through the castle grounds. It wasn't until you reached the border of the forest that you stopped. "Are you afraid, Princess?" You shook your head hesitantly. Ramsay grinned. "Perfect." He pulled his knife from his belt and held it against your cheek. He prided himself on quick and stealthy movements so you had absolutely no time to react or run. His other hand was wrapped around your arm, preventing you from running anyway.

You gazed up at him, your wide eyes full of tears. Even through your innocence, you knew what was happening. Ramsay watched a stray tear roll down your cheek and onto his blade with sickening satisfaction. "She sent you to kill me," you whispered. Ramsay's grin broadened. "Very good, Princess. However, this was far too easy. No fun in it at all. So, I'll make you a deal. Run away. Deep into the forest. I'll find a way to appease the queen for now to give you a few days. But then, I will come looking for you."

Your chin began to quiver as your whole body stiffened. "Why?" you squeaked out. Ramsay leaned closer and whispered in your ear. "It's a game and games should always be fun. But remember this: No matter how far you run, how well you hide, I am Ramsay Bolton and I will ALWAYS find you. Now go." Ramsay released your arm and practically shoved you into the forest.

You didn't wait a second longer before turned on your heel and racing into the thick trees of the forest. Ramsay picked up the bouquet you had dropped. He brought the flowers to his nose and sniffed then glanced back in the direction you ran with a devious smirk on his lips. "I will always find you," he whispered. Now, he had to see the queen.

"She got away?! I was informed that you were the best. How could you let her escape your grasp?!" the queen raged. Ramsay had to fight to remain calm. There were too many guards for him to lose his temper on the queen. "Never you worry, Your Majesty. If the wilderness doesn't kill her, I will find her. Before the end of winter, the snow will be stained with her blood. I assure you." The queen didn't look happy, but she agreed, just as Ramsay knew she would. With that, Ramsay left the throne room eager to start his little game.