Duty or Desire // Jon Snow // Robb Stark

64. Hounds

The armies gather the following morning but Ramsay brought out Rickon.

'Rickon, he's here,' Odie said looking out onto the field. She stepped forward her heart raced in her chest, he was so tall, such a handsome boy, her boy. Ramsey was telling Rickon that they were playing a game. Jon stepped forward, Jon jumped on a horse he pulled Odie up, riding towards rickon.

'Rickon.' Odie called and he offered her a scared smile as he walked, taking hesitant steps away from ramsey. Ramsey told Rickon to run towards Jon and Rickon did. Rickon saw Odie and Jon in the distance Riding towards him he saw jon, riding fast, so Rickon ran.

'Rickon!' Odie screamed out, they rode but they were too damn far.

'DETTA!!" rickon shouted as he ran. Ramsay brought out a bow.

"Faster Jon Faster!' Odie begged, Jon desperately rode out on a horse to try to save Rickon, as Ramsay fires arrows at him. Ramsay appeared to have no intention of hitting Rickon with his few shots missing shooting around him making rickon jump in fear but he kept running. But just as Jon was about to reach his brother, Rickon was struck in the back with an arrow and killed. Odie leaped off the horse cradling Rickon to her. Ramsey ducked for cover as Jons army took charge. With Jon now defenseless in the middle of the battlefield and the Bolton cavalry charging at him, Bolton archers fired volleys of arrows in his direction. Davos commanded the Stark cavalry to follow their commander and they began their charge to meet the Bolton cavalry.

"No, no, no.' Odie whimpered holding him to her as Jons army trampled over them. Odie didn't feel like a warrior she felt like a fragile, broken little girl. Tears fell from her eyes as she held Rickons dead body in her arms. Jon pulled her up, as Odie and Rickon were being trampled. He helped her carry Rickon back before heading back out, Odie stood speechlessly, frozen. Everyone she loved died. Time and time again. She couldn't save them. she could never save them...

After luring Jon's army forwards, Ramsay executed his own pincer movement with his infantry, completely encircling the Stark and Wildling army. The Bolton army continued to press their advantage, with interlocking spears from all directions forcing Jon's army closer and closer together.

'If I'm going down, I'm glad I'm going down with you.' Odie told Jon, finding the strength to move her feet back onto the field. A sword in her hand and fury in her eyes. Ramsey safety hidden behind his army. But Jon and Odie were circled with no where to go.

But the most unlikely of heroes emerged. Petyr Baelish and Sansa arrive with reinforcements courtesy of House Arryn. The Knights of the Vale quickly flanked, encircling Bolton army, which was quickly slaughtered. Ramsey was so confident but he saw his army fall, he looked around at his fallen men before huffing out a discouraged breath and retreating from the battlefield. Ramsay returned to Winterfell and closed the gates.

'we are breaking down those gates.' Odie informed jon.

'yes commander.' Jon teased, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

'I have had quite enough of the Boltons. We breech the damn gates and finish this.' Odie demanded.

Their forces managed to breach the gates, and the remaining Bolton forces are defeated, rasmey knew he was beat. Ramsay finally accepted Jon's offer to a one-on-one duel, while wielding a bow and arrow.

Jon stepped forward grabbing a nearby shield, Jon skillfully blocked all of Ramsay's shots with it, Jon getting closer with every step until he was close enough to smack the bow out of Ramsay's hands and hit him to the ground, once down, Ramsey pleaded but Jon furiously punched Ramsay's face into a bloody pulp. He panted for breath as Jon stood up.

'cant finish?' ramsey wheezed.

'the kill is not for me.' Jon said wiping his blood from his hands. Jon looked back to sansa. 'if you want to that is.' Jon added. Odie needed to get a punch in.

'I never got a chance to wipe the smug smile off of Jaime's face.' Odie told him. 'you will have to do.' She remarked, three hard quick punches to the face, a snap of his nose breaking as he fell unconscious.

Jon ordered Ramsay locked up and the remaining Boltons surrender, restoring House Stark's hold on Winterfell. Rickon's body was buried in the crypt. Sansa asked Jon for Ramsay's whereabouts, and he directed her to the kennels, where she killed Ramsay that night by setting his own hounds on him.

'sandor would have loved that.' odie noted, ramsey was devoured by his own hounds.

"we are going to find him.' Jon told her holding her close.

'I hope you are right.'