Wolf Queen

chapter twenty eight

Jon, Sansa, and I, plus a few men, stood waiting for Ramsay. Ash stood by my side, ready to kill anyone if they harmed us, or even threatened us.

Ramsay and four of his men rode up to us. They didn't get too close, as they saw Ash, and he was growling loudly.

"Mind calming that beast of yours?" Ramsay says and I glance at Ash.

"Snap rȳ zirȳ." I say.

Ash snaps at Ramsay, saliva flying everywhere, making him jump a little. I smirk. Ramsay retrieves a letter.

"I received a very threatening letter from your husband." Ramsay says.

"You will call her 'your grace', as she is your queen." Jon says harshly.

"Your choice," I say calmly, ignoring what Jon said, "surrender or die."

Ramsay smirks, ripping the letter up. "I came to talk terms of your surrender." His attention moves to Jon.

Jon chuckles. "That won't happen."

"You would defy orders from the king?" Sansa speaks up.

Ramsay looks at Sansa. Ash is still growling, more and more.

"How many men do you have, Ramsay?" I ask.

He switches his gaze upon me. "More than what your pathetic little army has. You know, it's not too late to switch sides."

Jon and Sansa were now looking at me. I take a breath and chuckle.

"You may have murdered your father and fed your little brother and step-mother to your dogs, but that's not how I do things. I love my family dearly and would never turn my back on any one of them."

Ramsay doesn't take his eyes off of me. Anyone could tell he was now angry.

"How do you know about that?" Ramsay asks.

"Sounds to me like you've got a traitor in your walls." Jon says.

"My point is, my husband has plenty of men for him in King's Landing and plenty for my brother's army. Surrender or don't, you'll still die tomorrow." I say and look at Ash.

"Ivestragī's jikagon." (Let's go.)

Ash turns away from them and as I begin to ride off, one of Ramsay's bannermen had the nerve to say something insulting to me.

"Is that your mother tongue, bastard?" He says and I stop.

I turn my horse around. Ash does the same. The man was now closer than Ramsay and the others were. We were almost face to face.

"Yeah, I know about you. Your the bastard of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark."

I look down at Ash. "Ossēnagon zirȳla." (Kill him.)

Ash locks his jaws on the man's leg, ripping him down from his horse. The man yells and tries to pull a dagger out on Ash, but Ash notices and rips his arm off. To end it, Ash bites through his throat completely.

I look up at Ramsay, wearing a smirk on my face.

"Ivestragī's jikagon."

I ride back to camp.

-

As I petted Ash's head, Jon walks in. I was supposed to be there to listen to the battle plans but I didn't show up.

"May I?" Jon asks as he points a finger at the chair in front of me. I nod and he sits.

I don't look up at him. I keep staring at the fire in front of me.

"Was I wrong?" I ask.

Jon looks up at me. "What?"

"What I done today. Was it wrong of me?" I ask.

Jon sighs. "No. I would have done the same. He insulted you."

I take a deep breath. "Everyone thinks Rhaegar kidnapped and raped Lyanna, but he didn't," I say and Jon stares at me, "you should have seen the way they looked at each other when he crowned her at the Tourney at Harrenhal."

"You seen it?" He asks and I nod.

"Bran and I went to the weirwood beyond the wall," I say, "I've never seen Robert Baratheon so angry. Every time I touch a weirwood tree I see them, or something that involves them."

"What are they like?" Jon asks.

"Amazing. Both of them were very beautiful."

"I guess we know where you got your good looks from." Jon jokes.

I smile and look at him. "We're twins, so you got them too."

Jon stands up and comes over to me. He leans down and kisses my forehead. "Get some rest. You'll need it."

He exits my tent and I look down at Ash. He was now sleeping peacefully. I knew if I stood up, he would wake up and follow me to wherever it was I went to.

I stood up anyway and exited my tent, knowing that Ash was following me. Most of the men were sleeping except a couple. I kept walking. All I could think about was Rickon. What if we don't get him back? What if he dies?

"Your grace," someone says suddenly, "what are you doing out here?"

I turn and see Davos. I give him a faint smile. "I can't sleep."

"That makes two of us," he scoffs, "I can never sleep the night before a battle."

"Ser Davos," I begin and he looks at me, "may I ask you something?"

He nods, waiting on me to ask. "Do you think that Rickon will make it out alive tomorrow? I mean, that's all I can think about, if I'll see him alive again."

"I think so," he says calmly, "and I'm not just humoring you. I think Ramsay will be smart enough to give him back."

"I hope so."

He sighs. "Is it hard? Being queen?"

"No, not at all," I say, "though I was murdered once and burned at the stake."

Davos looks at me in confusion. "Then how are you-"

"Melisandre brought me back," I tell him, "as for being burnt at the stake, I don't know. It may have something to do with me being a Targaryen. Fire cannot kill a dragon, or something like that."

"I had no idea," he says, "I mean you look like a Targaryen, but I had no idea you were actually one. Are you the last?"

"No. I have an aunt over in Essos. I've been meaning to pay her a visit, but I don't know if it will happen."

He looks up at the sky. The sun will be rising soon. "Get some sleep, your grace. It is going to be a long day."