"Did anything good come from your time in King's Landing?"
Sansa shrugged, "I did fall in love, but that's a different story."
[Sansa Stark x fem OC]
[Season 1-7]
[Completed]
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"JON'S LOST A LOT of blood, I-I don't know what to do," Raya said as Davos lifted Jon off the horse and laid him on the ground. Rickon watched his brother with worried eyes. Raya ran a hand through her hair. Her men were winning, but Jon was injured. He had lost a lot of blood and Raya was concerned that the wound had been infected.
Davos knelt down and began to look at Jon.
"I'm no maester, but I think the arrow can be removed easily, then we'll just have to control the bleeding that comes afterwards," Davos looked up at Raya, "I can take care of him, you need to get out there and make sure that Ramsay doesn't walk away from the battle alive."
Raya looked at Davos unsure. She couldn't leave Jon, he was her family. She hadn't forgotten what he said, but he was so out of it, Raya is sure he probably meant to say Ygritte's name and not her's.
"They need you," Davos said looking Raya dead in the eye. She knew he was trying to get her out of her own mind. It wasn't working.
Raya looked at Rickon who's eyes were tearing as he looked at Jon. As if he felt Raya's eyes on him, he looked up. His eyes were as wide and blue as Sansa's. He sniffled and dragged his hand over his eye, wiping the tears away.
"You have to get Ramsay. He hurt Jon, he hurt Osha, you can't let him hurt anyone else," Rickon said. His voice was barely audible, but Raya heard him loud and clear.
She let out a heavy breath and got back on her horse. She looked at Jon and Davos. The older man gave her a nod, which Raya silently returned. She gave her horse the command and they broke out in a full sprint headed toward Winterfell. The gates had been opened and her armies had already began attacking, but Ramsay's armies had retreated as well.
If Ramsay could hold Winterfell, then everything would have been in vain; saving Rickon, Jon getting injured.
She wished she would have paid more attention when her grandfather had discussed battleplans. She should have killed Ramsay when she had a chance. An army without a leader is no army at all.
The closer she got to Winterfell, the more bodies she saw. Bolton men, and her men alike, both dead. This is what she had feared about people fighting for her. Now they'll never return or see their families again, and either way it was Raya's fault.
When she passed through the gates, the fighting was still in full force. Bolton archers stood from above and rained down arrows that her men shielded themselves from. Raya wasn't prepared for the arrow the took her horse from under her. Raya's fell face first into the dirt, but quickly recovered running over to where she saw Tormund's red hair.
"There's the queen," he said giving her a smile.
"Do you know where Ramsay is?" she asked.
"Last I saw him, he threw some girl over wall," Raya didn't need any more detail to know Ramsay had killed Myranda.
