Cursed Dragon | Jon Snow

8.

Jon POV

I didn't have the heart to wake her. She looked so beautiful and peaceful, it saddened me to think that I will be waking her up for war.

I sat there admiring her quietly before a rather loud bang sounded off outside the tent causing her to shoot up.

"Wa- what's - the hell is going - ah my heads dizzy..." she fell back onto the bed

I chuckled slightly, " someone must have dropped something."

She looked over at me with a confused expression on her face before it was replaced by a red blush spreading from ear to ear. I guess she remembers last night. She shot up again but this time she didn't stay in the bed.

"I-I shou-ld go umm get ready- ah yes okay."

"Naella." I said in a calm voice to try ease her embarrassment.

"Ah yes?"

"Calm down." I chucked that time

At first she didn't know what to do but soon I could see her relax, "sorry, i thought last night was a dream so was kind of surprised to see you."

She laughed at the while covering her face. Considering she is such a strong person, with a warrior personality it makes me happy that I have this affect on her. We spoke for a while before finally leaving the tent. I didn't want to but I had no choice.

I walked to the horses, Sansa already waiting and jumped up.  Looking over at Naella, she gracefully jumped up onto her black horse. I nodded at her then at everyone else ready to go face the monster that took my home.

(I know I got the times wrong forgot to write about in the previous chapter but hay it's chilled 😂)

Naella POV

We where waiting just outside of winterfel for Ramsey Bolton. We watched as he and a few others came our way, on horse back.

"Ah Jon, Ned Starks bastard." He grinned at that statement before looking over , "and my dear wife Lady Sansa. Thank you for bringing her back with me."

I looked over at Sansa and her face was pure hatred, even I was startled.

"Ramsey Snow, a bastard as well if I remember." Jon grinned, knowing this would annoy him.

"Was a bastard, but I am a Bolton now." He hissed, " if you and your men lower your arms and pledge allegiance to me I will pardon you all of your crimes. No one has to fight this battle"

"Your right, no one has to fight this war except you and me." He sounded emotionless but satisfied at the same time. " let's do this the old fashion way. You and me. No one else. No one has to die today besides one of us."

Ramsey looked at Jon, a little startled I think but that was soon replaced by his smug smirk that made me want to jump off this horse and punch him in the face.

"I have heard rumors about you Jon Snow, and if they are true I have no chance against you one on one," Jon smirked but it was short lived, "But I know my army will beat yours."

Silence, I could see Jon thinking, he was trying to figure out how to activate him but was interrupted.

"Let me make this easier for you. I have your brother, Rickon Stark, in my care."

The colour from Jons face was replaced with white.

Sansa chirped up, "How so we know your telling the truth?"

Good question, I looked back to the bastard in front of me. He nodded to the man next to him who then pulled out a wolfs head. A Direwolf.

Ramsey smirked, " if you want your brother back alive, lay down your arms and pledge allowance to me as well as the Targaryen girl."
His gaze went from Sansa to me, "She will fetch a fair price."