Wolf Queen

chapter twenty nine

For anyone who doesn't want spoilers on season 6, don't read this chapter. It's basically Battle of the Bastards (6x09). If you don't care, keep reading. But there is one thing that's different in this chapter than the show. Okay, continue reading.

I sat up behind the men. I had a clear view of Ramsay. Ash stood beside me, tall and proud. He represented House Stark.

Someone was brought out. It wasn't long before I realized it was Rickon. My heart was beating hard against my chest. Rickon began running and Ramsay aimed his bow in the air. No. I wasn't letting my baby brother get killed by that monster.

"Ivestragī's jikagon, Ash!" I say.

The horse I was on runs through a gap and toward Rickon. I heard Davos and Jon both yell, "no!" But I didn't listen.

Everything around me was blocked out. The only thing I was focused on was getting Rickon. I got closer and closer. I stuck my hand out and grabbed Rickon, swinging him up on the back of the horse.

Ramsay stopped shooting arrows, giving me a look that could kill me.

"What?" I ask, loud enough for him to hear, "did you actually think I would let you kill him?"

I turn the other way and begin running, Ash running beside me. Once I was back to safety, the battle began.

Rickon held me tight. He was crying into my dress. I didn't mind. One can only imagine what he's been through.

I kept my eyes locked on Jon. If he died, I would lose my mind. I hadn't even realized Lyanna Mormont was beside me. One of the guards who always stayed with me handed me a bow and some arrows. I take them.

"Thank you, ser." I say.

Suddenly someone ripped Rickon away from me. My head whips around behind me. One of the Bolton men. I jump off of the horse quickly.

As he went to pull out a dagger, I shot him in the eye with an arrow. Rickon fell to the ground.

"You're getting good with that thing, aren't you?" Rickon says, half smiling.

I pull him into a tight hug. "I swear, if you ever get yourself taken again, they won't be the only ones you have to worry about."

Rickon exhales and pulls away. I was almost about to cry. I almost lost him. I stop my mind from thinking about it even more and I climb up onto the horse. I hold my hand out for Rickon to take and he does, pulling himself up onto the horse as well.

Glancing down, I see that Ash had ripped the arm off of the man, and was now chewing on it. I look back up and keep my eyes on the battle, keeping an eye out for Jon.

My eyes move to Ramsay. He was watching and not fighting. Jon was fighting in this war but he thinks he's too good to?

I look back to the battle and see that Ramsay's men had circled them. They didn't stand a chance. I had to do something.

I raise my bow, getting it so the arrow would hit one of the me circling our side.

"What are you doing?" Rickon asks.

I release it and watch as it goes through someones skull. "That." I reply. I done it until I was out of arrows.

All I could do now was pray that somehow Jon and his men pulled through.

Thousands of hooves hit against the ground. I look and see the Knights of the Vale. I smile and look for Jon.

As Ramsay sees that he is losing the battle, he turns the other way and rides off.

"Go with Sansa." I tell Rickon.

He leans over a bit so I can see him. "What are you going to do?"

"Go." I repeat and he doesn't hesitate. He hops off of my horse.

My eyes were locked on Jon. He was running after Ramsay. "Māzigon va." I tell Ash as we run.

I came closer and closer to Jon. "Jon!"

He stops running and turns around. I stick my hand out for him to grab and he grabs it. I swing him up on the back of the horse like I did with Rickon.

We chased after Ramsay.

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Wun Wun runs through the gates of Winterfell, killing any man that tried to stop him. Jon hopped off.

"Stay here," he says, "and I mean it."

Something about his tone made me listen. I didn't want to make him angrier than he already was. I stayed back.

Ramsay insisted on a one-on-one fight. Jon offered before, but that was when Ramsay was so sure he was going to win.

Ramsay shoots arrows at Jon, but Jon holds up a shield. He began beating the hell out of Ramsay. I got off of my horse and joined Rickon and Sansa.

I put my hand on Rickon's shoulder.

"Jon!" Sansa says and Jon looks over at her.

He would have killed Ramsay. Nobody would have cared, but Sansa wanted him alive, to torture him like he done to her.