Fire Beyond the Wall

Bastard Talks

Tormund had dragged Rhae into the camp of Wildlings and introduced her to people, men and women who Tormund was friends with. He also brought her to talk to the elders more about when they would be needed and answer any other questions they may have. After their time spent with the Wildlings Rhae and Tormund headed back to Jon's camp.

Tormund escourted Rhaenna to her tent, a hand firmly on her lower back the whole time.

"I have to speak with your brother" Tormund says, standing outside of Rhaenna's tent.

"Ok" Rhae says breathily smiling at the wild man.

He chuckles kissing her head before walking away.

Rhae walked into her tent and pulled a warm night dress from her trunk. She walked changed close to the small fire pit in her tent, the cold still tingled her skin.

Rhae shivered as she bundled under the blankets of her cot. She pulled them up to her head, curling up into herself for warmth.

She was drifting into sleep when she heard the sound of her tent being opened. Rhae quickly turned, her blankets falling off as she sat up. The cold kissed her skin as she breathed a sigh of relief as the familiar red haired man loomed in her doorway.

He chuckled lowly and started walking towards Rheanna's cot.

Rhae calmed down and turned away from him, curling back up under her warm blankets. She listened to him, she could hear shuffling and and soft thuds.

Her bed dipped and Tormund slid under the blankets, he slid his colds hands over her sides causing her to jump.

Tormund laughed, "Are you cold?".

Rhae just hummed a response.

"I can keep ya warm" Tormund whispered in her ear.

Rhae looked over her shoulder and met his lustful eyes. She turned over more, rolling into his arms as they kissed...

The next day we had arranged a meeting with Ramsey himself. No armies or battle, Jon wanted to try and reason a one on one fight.

Our horses are lined up about 5 meters or so away from the flayer.

"My beloved wife" Ramsey says with a sickening under tone, "I have missed you terribly".

Ramsey pauses and looks to Jon, "Thank you for returning lady Bolton safely" he smiles in fake kindness.

"Now, dismount and kneel before me" Ramsey says as if it is the simplest thing, "surrender your army and proclaim me the true lord of Winterfell..I will pardon you for deserting the night's watch and I will pardon these treasonous lords".

No one in our group spoke, we all glared at the Bolton bastard, none quite as intimidating as Lady Mormont though.

"Come Bastard you don't have the men, you don't have the horses" Ramsey tries to sway us "and you don't have Winterfell, why lead those poor souls into slaughter there is no need for a battle".

"You're right" Jon finally speaks, "There is no need for a battle, thousands of men don't need to die only one of us"

Ramsey does not looked impressed by Jon's suggestion.

"Let's end this the old way, you against me" Jon says, I can't help but smirk.

Ramsey laughs, "I keep hearing stories about you, the way people talk about you, you're the greatest swordsman who ever walked..maybe you are that good maybe not, I don't know if I will be you, but I know my army will beat yours" Ramsey says.

I let out a dark chuckle, "It sounds like you are a coward who relies on others to win his battles".

Ramsey glares at me but I just smirk at him showing no weakness.

"How many men do you have?" Ramsey turns back to Jon, "I have 6,000, you have maybe half that".

"Aye, you have the numbers, but will your men fight for you when they hear you wouldn't fight for them" Jon says.

Ramsey does not reply right away, just looks then waves a finger at Jon, "He's good..He's good.. Very good. Will you let your little brother die, because you were too proud to surrender?"

"How do we know you have him" Sansa says monotony, speaking for the first time.

Ramsey looks to one of his men who pulls something off his saddle and throws it at us, it is shaggy dog's head.

I hold in the cringing of my face, biting my lip.

"Now If you-" Ramsey is cut off by Sansa and I find myself proud of the words she speaks.

"You are going to die tomorrow lord Bolton...sleep well" Sansa then turn her horse and rides away.

"She is a fine woman your sister" Ramsey says after watching Sansa go, "I look forward to having her back in my bed" Ramsey smirks and looks at me, "Perhaps your other sister can warm another bed" I glare harshly at him.

He continues, "and you're all fine looking men, my dogs are desperate to meet you, I haven't feed them for 7 days their ravenous. I wonder which parts they'll try first..your eyes..your balls..we will find out soon enough"

Ramsey pauses and looks us over once more, "In the morning then Bastard" he goes to leave but I stop him with my words,

"You will find out soon enough what winter feels like ... Bastard" I can see his face seethed with anger as I glare at him, smirking as he looks flustered like an angry child. I turn and horse and ride away.