End Game// Tormund Giantsbane (3)

25. Queen Of Hell

''We came upon the bodies on our way here.''

''Half a dozen men? Your best hunters?''

''They obviously had help.'' Karstark remarked.  ''I didn't think Lady Sansa killed them all by herself.''

''Thank you for this report, Lord Karstark.''

''We know where she's going.'' Roose questioned.

''Her brother's at Castle black."

'Ned Stark's last surviving son?"

"Jon Snow is a bastard, not a Stark." Roose reminded them.

"So was I, Father." ramsay reminded them. ''Your hold on the North will never be secure as long as a Stark can walk through that door. Castle black isn't defended on the southern side. And the few men left are barely men at all. Farm boys and thieves. With a small force, we could storm the castle, kill Jon Snow-" Ramsay told them confidently.

"Murder the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch? You'd unite every house in the North against us." Roose sneered

''We don't need every house in the North. The Umbers, the Manderlys, and the Karstarks command more soldiers than all the other houses combined. With their support, none could challenge us." Ramsay countered
''The Starks lost my house the day King Robb cut off my father's head. It's time for new blood in the North."

"If you acquire a reputation as a mad dog, you'll be treated as a mad dog. Taken out back and slaughtered for pig feed."

"My lords. Lady Walda has given birth. A boy. Red-cheeked and healthy." The maester remarked. Ramsays face fell. A boy. An heir.

"My congratulations, Lord Bolton." Roose looked to Ramsay and he forced a smile as he approached him

''Congratulations, Father." He said slowly as he hugged him. ''I look forward to meeting my new brother."

" You'll always be my firstborn." Roose told him happily. 

''Thank you for saying that. It means a great deal to me.'' Ramsay told him as he drove his blade into his fathers stomach, the flesh and the leather of his clothes tearing easily under Ramsay's harsh grip. Roose fell to the ground. Bleeding out before he breathed his last. Ramsay let out a sigh as he stepped back and looked at the men around him, they stood perplexed.

"Maester Wolkan, send ravens to all the northern houses. Roose Bolton is dead. Poisoned by our enemies." Ramsay decreed they stared back at him.  ''How did he die?'' Ramsay sneered.

"Poisoned by his enemies." they agreed nervously.

" You're talking to your lord. Use respect." Ramsay demanded.

"Forgive me, my lord."

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" It's time." Edd remarked coming into the office to see Jon sitting by the fire staring down at his hole filled clothes, the wounds, the pain, the dried blood, his blood. Jon got up silently as he dropped his ruined clothes and grabbed his sword Longclaw.

Melisandre was standing on a balcony overlooking the courtyard. Tormund, Davos, the wildlings, and the Night's Watch were all in attendance. Caro reached out grabbing his hand he gave her a single nod before Silently Jon walked past them, going up the stairs towards the gallows. Edd accompanied him silently. Caro leaned back into Tormund as Jon moved to the stage. 

MARSH, YARWICK, ALLISER THORNE, and Olly, the commanders that survived the wildling raid with Edd after their treason and Olly were standing on a platform with their hands tied and ropes around their necks. Jon let out a slow breath as he looked up at them.