Bad Dreams / Sandor Clegane

42. Dead or Alive

Ramsay, Smalljon Umber, and Harald Karstark met with Jon, Sansa, Tormund, Davos, and Lyanna Mormont joined together at the battlefield the day before the battle. Jon offered Ramsay a chance to settle their dispute with a one on one combat but Ramsay refused.

Of course he did. Amelia looked over at Ramsay, so pompous but she assumed that most thought of Joffrey this way. But Joffrey wasnt a fighter, he was a run and hide or bark orders boy.

'look at my army Snow. Look at yours.' Ramsey told him. 'why would I fight you when I know with almost complete certainty that you will lose... but if you surrender, I will pardon you, Jon for breaking your Night's Watch vows, as long as you hand Sansa over to me. she is my wife after all.' Ramsey sneered.

'I want proof that Rickon is alive.' Sansa demanded. Ramsay nodded and one of his men brought forward the severed head of Rickons direwolf, Shaggy dog. Amelia choked in a breath when she saw him.

'We refuse your offer of surrender.' Amelia informed him through a shaky breath and Sansa was not happy that Amelia was speaking up but Amelia didnt care. 'you can fight Snow or myself and get this over this....' Amelia shouted back.

'Princess... I almost didn't recognize you... my you have aged nicely. The word of your death was greatly exaggerated. Look at you.' Ramsey said looking her over.

'look at me.' Amelia repeated through gritted teeth. 'and look at you. There is no victory for you Ramsay, give Rickon back and you can leave with your life, thats more than im sure you deserve." Sansa stepped forward but Jon held her back.

"She is doing well, leave her be.' Jon hissed.

'Perhaps when this is done-' ramsey began.

'when this is done you will be dead.' Amelia told him.

'you are going to die, Ramsay. Tomorrow.' Sansa agreed before storming off. "You do not speak for us. About our family." Sansa hissed at amelia before marching past. Amelia looked to Jon.

"You did good." Jon assured. "Get some rest. Get your arrows. Just in case."

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

'Rickon, he's here,' Amelia said looking out onto the field. "Jon I know you dont trust me, but I'm a good shot. Let me help." amelia begged.

"I don't trust her." Sansa sneered.

"Say what you want about the Lannister name but I loved Bran and Rickon." Amelia begged with Jon. "Let me try and save him."

"Alright." Jon agreed and Sansa let out a groan of her disapproval. "Be careful."

"I Don't care about me." Amelia countered. Sandor was dead her family thought her dead. If she could save rickon and be killed doing it then maybe the gods would forgive her and her family for some of their sins. Shendidnt care if she lived. She just wanted rickon alive. "I just want him safe."

Amelia readied her bow. Ramsay was telling Rickon that they were playing a game. Jon stepped forward, Amelia kept her bow pointed at ramsay but he was just out of reach and she didn't want to set him off, while they still had rickon. Jon jumped on a horse riding towards rickon. Amelia kept her bow pointed at ramsay as she walked briskly getting closer and closer.

"Amelia?" Rickon whispered. He was a man, he wasnt a little boy anymore. But she assumed she looked a bit different as well. Ramsay told Rickon to run towards Jon and Rickon did. Rickon saw Amelia in the distance running towards him, he saw jon, riding fast, so Rickon ran.

"I need more height." Amelia muttered grabbing Tormunds horse.

"what are you doing?" Tormund questioned.