Rightfully Mine // Ned Stark

131. Gnaw your face off

The Dothraki army was at the front and their swords flaming to life could be seen from the wall all of them burning to life a field fire it was beautiful and glorious empowered them. They were going to win this they had to win this. Everyone stood like statues waiting for the enemy to attack no one spoke all you could hear was the wind whipping through the air and the ragged breaths of terrified people.

'The night king is coming' Jon said to Daenerys.

'The army of the dead are already here' she told him marching away. It was time.

As the screeching in the moaning of the army of the dead got closer everyone tighten the grips on their weapons preparing themselves for what was to come. They couldn't see anything they just heard the noise getting louder and louder and louder until finally they saw them thousands and thousands of them all charging at them killing them tearing apart limb from limb taking them down one by one. It was a stampede of white walkers as they marched past as they Trampled over the unsullied army things look bleak that was until Daenerys came on her dragon blasting fire down raining fire down upon them Jon was on a dragon as well guiding it to the army of the dead burning them to pieces burning them to nothing but Ash.

'Go down to the crypts' arya told Sansa

'I am not abandoning my people!' sansa told her but she was terrified

'Take this and go!' Arya demanded shoving a dagger into her hands

'I don't know how to use it...' sansa said gripping it tight.

'Stab them with the pointy end.' Sasha called running past them. 'you ready Bran?'

'I am.' He agreed. Ned came up behind them, pulling sasha to him. He kissed her leaving her breathless.

'just in case.' he told her.

'I love you.' She whispered agaginst him.

'I love you.' He echoed kissing her again. Sansa watched from above her jaw dropped.

'come lady sansa. We must go.' A handmaiden said pulling her along.

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'Open the gates! Fall back!' It was a very bleak battle one they didn't know if they could survive the Dothraki and the unsullied stood their ground as the enemy got closer everyone else fell back to protect the castle.

The archers stood up top shooting flaming arrows down at the enemy, they were getting closer to Sandor but arya shot one in the head killing it. that was the second time arya could've let him die but this time she chose to save him. Sandor turned around seeing her with the bow. He gave her a nod before bashing in a few more walkers.

Bran sat by fire waiting for the night king to come Sasha and Theon, along with the iron fleet circled him.

'you got this right Theon?'

'princess... queen... I'm sorry about-'

'don't worry, they forgave you then you and me are fine. As long Bran survived this. If he doesn't, I come back as a walker and gnaw your face off.' Sasha warned, Bran looked between the two a smile tugging at his lips.

'a queen that fights for her family, tooth and nail, not afraid to get her hands dirty.' Bran said reaching out for her hand. 'you will make a good queen Sasha.'

'thank you. I hope one day I can be.' Sasha told him.