We can all breathe a sigh of relief. Finally, Ramsay Bolton is dead on Game of Thrones. He'll never torture our beloved characters ever again. Ramsay said that he likes games, but we all know that he only likes games that he has rigged for himself. For a commanding lord with one of the fiercest armies in Westeros, he's not that great at one on one combat. That's not to say that Ramsay can't hurt people, we know he can, but once Jon Snow entered Winterfell it didn't take long to disarm and beat the pulp out of him.
But wait — there's more! Jon did not kill Ramsay with his fists, as awesome as that may have been. He was left, wounded and tied up, in the kennel with the hounds. The same hounds, mind, that attacked Roose's wife and infant child, helped Ramsay play the Most Dangerous Game, and were used to being fed humans on the regular. As Sansa watched through the bars, Ramsay was eaten alive by the starving beasts.
Not only is the Bolton bastard gone and Winterfell reclaimed in the name of House Stark, but both Jon and Sansa got to exact their revenge. I am especially thankful for the latter. While it was nice and momentarily satisfying to see Jon Snow punch Ramsay repeatedly, Sansa got to give him a taste of a fate worse than death. Before his "loyal" hounds ate his face off, Sansa assured him that his house and his name would soon disappear, meaningless. Behind all of Ramsay Bolton's sadistic torturing was a man who sought the immortality that came with being born into the nobility. Too bad. Even the dogs were too hungry to follow him.
I can't say that I'll miss Ramsay. However, I don't want to dare Game of Thrones to think up something or someone worse. So instead, I will say that Ramsay Bolton had a good and long journey. He did not have the character growth that I think anyone wanted him to, and he got what he deserved. Goodbye, House Bolton. May you never darken our doorsteps again.
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