Wolf Queen

chapter twenty

The last chapter was in season 6. We're going back to season 5 now. xD

"Nobody knows where Arya, Bran, or Rickon is." Reila tells me as she reads off of a paper.

"What about Sansa?"

"Sansa is in Winterfell." Reila says and looks at me.

Winterfell? It doesn't make sense. Why would Sansa be in Winterfell?

"Winterfell? Are you sure?" I ask.

"Yes, your grace."

"How?"

"The Boltons are in Winterfell now and Sansa is married to Roose Bolton's bastard, Ramsay." She tells me.

"The Boltons are in my ancestral home?"

She nods slowly. "Yes, your grace."

"They have no right to do that. That is my family's home, not theirs." I say angrily.

I stand up, rubbing my now huge belly. Anger was not good for a child. I take a deep breath.

Tommen joins us, sitting at the table along with Reila.

"Is everything okay?" I hear him ask Reila.

"No, everything is not okay," I turn away from the window, "the Boltons are in my home and my sister is married to one of them."

"I'm sorry to hear that, my love."

I sigh. "Sīkudi nopāzmi." I mutter.

Tommen chuckles. "Getting better, I see."

"I'm going to Winterfell." I tell him.

"What? You can't."

"Nyke going se konīr iksos daorun ao kostagon gaomagon naejoy keligon issa." I smile.

Tommen shakes his head and groans. "You know I have no idea what you're saying."

"She says she is going and there is nothing you can do to stop her." Reila says.

I smile and casually point to her. "Thank you, Reila."

"But seriously, you aren't going–"

"Tommen, that is my ancestral home. It's been in my family for years. I'm not about to let the people who killed my mother and brother take it."

"You didn't let me finish," he says calmly, "you aren't going alone."

"You aren't coming with me." I say sternly.

"I'm not talking about me. You and my uncle will be going and you will be taking five men with you." Tommen says.

• (fast forwarding)

We are at the gates of Winterfell. It took my breath away. It's changed.

The gates open and all sorts of weapons were pointed at us. I look at them and chuckle to myself.

My eyes meet Roose Bolton's, the man who killed my brother and attempted to kill me.

"Lower your weapons, you idiots!" Roose yells.

They do and we walk through the gates. I stop in front of Roose and Jaime is quick to help me down.

I mutter a thank you before smoothing out my dress.

"Ah, Lyanna Stark, I wasn't expecting to see you here."

"Yeah, I wasn't expecting to be alive after you had men try and kill me, but here I am." I shoot back.

He scoffs. "Your grace, if I may ask, what is it you are doing here?"

"This is my ancestral home. I just came to visit it," I say and look around, "and to visit my sister who is wed to your son."

"Yes, of course, you grace," he turns to a boy who is practicing with a bow, "Ramsay, take the queen to see Sansa."

The boy looks at me with bright blue eyes. They gave me chills. He smiles and walks over to me, taking my hand and kissing it lightly.

"My queen, it is a pleasure to meet you." Ramsay says and looks at me.

I smile to be friendly. "And you."

Ramsay looks to Jaime and then my men. He hums and then looks to me. "Alright, if you'll follow me."

I look to Jaime. "Occupy yourself, please."

Jaime looks to one of the guards. "Don't just stand there, guard her."

I follow Ramsay. My back and feet ached. We had been riding for god knows how long. Ramsay stopped in front of a door, unlocking it.

That was odd. Why was Sansa locked in here? I decided not to question it, as it may make him angry and he seems like the type you wouldn't want to see angry.

Ramsay walks in and Sansa looks up, her eyes puffy from crying.

"Sansa, dear, you have a visitor from King's Landing." Ramsay says just before leaving.

I walk in and look at her. She looks horrible. She quickly put on a robe to cover her bruises. My heart broke for her.

"Lyanna– what are you doing here?" Sansa asks and pulls me into a hug.

I hug her tightly. She felt my bump and pulled away.

"You're pregnant?" She asks.

I nod and chuckle. "Yeah."

"That's amazing," she smiles and looks at my hair, "your hair."

I pick up a strand, completely forgetting that it is white. "Oh, yeah. My hair changed a little."

"You look like a Targaryen." She laughs lightly.

I turn my head away. I look out her window.

"Wait," she exhales, "are you..."

"A Targaryen? Yes, I am." I admit and I look at her.

"How?"

"Lyanna Stark is my mother and Rhaegar Targaryen is my father."

"Oh." Is all she says.

I take a breath and sit down beside her on her bed. I give her a smile. "Enough talk about me, let's talk about you."

"Oh, I'd rather not." She looks away.

"Sansa, I'm no idiot. Your eyes are puffy and red from crying," I say, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing, this place just gives me memories and it makes me sad sometimes." Sansa says.

"You're a better story teller than you are a liar," I say, "Sansa, please. Tell me the truth. I won't breathe a word of it if that's what you want."

Sansa begins crying again and I put my arm around her to console her.

"He raped me." She finally tells me.

I gasp quietly. "What?"

"And beats me. On our wedding night it happened. He made Theon watch."

"Theon Greyjoy?" I ask. I had no idea he was still in Winterfell.

She nods. I stand up. I can't let Ramsay do this to her. Sansa looks up at me.

"Where are you going?"

"To stop what he's doing to you." I tell her and leave the room.