"Not to be dramatic but I think Ramsay might be the worst human being ever."
"If he was smart, he'd stay inside the walls of Winterfell and wait us out." Jon realized.
"That's not his way. He knows the North is watching. If the other houses sense weakness on his part, they'll stop fearing him. He can't have that. Fear is his power." Davos countered.
"Well he should see my power when... I dont know what I would do, think of something bad." Selma offered.
"It's his weakness, too. His mean don't want to fight for him. They're forced to fight for him. If they feel the tide turning..." Jon began.
"It's not his men that worry me. It's his horses. I know what mounted knights can do to us." Tormund looked to Davos "You and Stannis cut through us like piss through snow."
"Do we have enough horses?" Selma asked.
"Horses dont matter. We're digging trenches all along our flanks. They won't be able to hit us the way that Stannis hit you, in a double envelopment." Jon added Tormund didn't understand "A pincer move." Tormund still didn't understand. "They won't be able to hit us from the sides."
" Good." Tormund agreed.
"Yeah, that sounds good." Selma agreed equally as confused but glad to be apart of the conversation.
" It's crucial that we let them charge at us. They've got the numbers, we need the patience. If we let him buckle our center, he'll pursue. Then we'll have him surrounded on three sides." Davos added
"Did you really think that cunt would fight you man to man?" Tormund asked.
"No. But I wanted to make him angry. I want him coming at us full tilt." Jon confessed.
"And if full tilt turns into hurting rickon?" Selma whispered. Jon hadnt thought of that. Could ramsay be so evil?
"We should all get some sleep." Davos cut in looking at the moon high in the sky.
"Rest, Jon Snow. We need you sharp tomorrow." Tormund encouraged.
"Yes Jon, lets rest." Selma agreed linking her arm with his. "You will do great, you have honor he doesnt... dont let your honor and your goodness spoil things however."
"You want me to be bad?" Jon questioned, Selma shrugged.
"Fight fire with fire if need be. Let those fuckers burn." Selma encouraged as Sansa marched up to them.
"So you've met the enemy, drawn up your battle plans." Sansa realized.
"Aye, for what they're worth." Jon agreed.
"Jons going to get rickon back." Selma assured confident in her brother.
Hes not your brother! Catelyns voice echoed in her mind whenever she thought of jon as a brother. Therefore it was completely fine and not targaryen gross for them to touch and kiss and all the things selma had been dreaming of for years.
"You've known him for the space of a single conversation, you and your trusted advisors, and you sit around and make your plans on how to defeat a man you don't know. I lived with him. I know the way his mind works. I know how he likes to hurt people. Did it ever once occur to you that I might have some insight?" Sansa corrected
'You're right."
"You think he's going to fall into your trap. He won't He's the one who lays traps." Sansa demanded
"He's overconfident." Jon reminded her.
" He plays with people. He's far better at it than you. He's been doing it all his life." Sansa corrected. Jon rose up to face her.
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Not To Be Dramatic // Jon Snow
FanfictionSelma Stark was the opposite of her twin sister sansa. Selma was madly in love with her half brother Jon. If she didnt have him she thought she might die... not to be dramatic about it. Thats just how she felt. 🐺 "Baby what a time to be alive...
