A Wonder By The Seven (Wonder Woman x Game of Thrones Crossover) [ON HOLD]

EIGHT

"ARE you cold, Lady Sansa?" Diana softly asked the redhead on horseback. Said girl's body had went rigid as the group awaited for Ramsay's party to arrive for a parley, clearly affected by his expected presence.

Jon Snow had decided, they would attack Winterfell the very next day.

"No, I'm alright." Sansa monotonously replied.

Diana sighed in worry for the younger girl, even though she didn't tell her much of the man they were about to meet, she concluded that he was abusive towards his bride, prompting her to run away. So it can only be difficult for her to face that man again.

It was bright early morning, the weather was strangely warm, comforting even. But Ramsay Bolton and his party's ride towards them certainly was not. They rode across the hills overlooking Winterfell.

The resigned Lord command looked over to his sister in concern. "You don't have to be here." He claimed, frankly he didn't want Sansa nor Diana anywhere near the psychopath who'd approached them.

Jon knew this parley would determine whether or not he would find Rickon, be it dead or alive. He she out the heavy thoughts of little Rickon's body lying dead in the streets.

"Yes, I do" The Tully blue eyed girl answered in a manner of fact.

The Amazon flinched at the flag one of the Bolton soldiers held up, an image of a flayed man, turned upside down, ominously hung on it.

The man who proudly mounted on horseback stood in the center of his men was Ramsay, Diana gathered. A sickeningly sweet smile appeared on his face. "My beloved wife, I've missed you terribly." He spoke to Sansa and only received a scowl in response. He ignored their displeased faces and continued to speak with false niceties, aiming to rattle the Starks and their supporters.

"Thank you for returning Lady Bolton safely. Now, at this mountain kneel before me, surrender your army and proclaim me the true Lord of Winterfell and warden of the North" He exclaimed, looking at Jon and the Northern Lords supporting his cause behind him.

"I will pardon you for deserting the Night's Watch, I will pardon these treasonous lords for betraying my house." It was evident to Diana, whose horse stood beside Lyanna Mormont's, that the little girl's glare towards the smirking Bastard was sharper than any sword.

Roose Bolton's bastard let go of his false smile, taking in his enemies' unchanging expressions. "Come, Bastard, you don't have the men, you don't have the horses and you don't have Winterfell. Why lead those poor souls into slaughter?" His final question made Diana silently agree with him, but per the stories she's been told, she believed that this man was not to be trusted.

Ramsay gestured with his hands to Jon, instructing him to bend the knee. "Get off your horse and kneel. I'm a man of mercy."

The dark haired woman didn't need to use her lasso to know if he was lying, his lips formed a mischievous grin and his eyes couldn't hide the melancholy behind them, they danced with every intention of flaying each and everyone of them alive.

Jon finally broke the tense silence, but in no way thinking of surrender. Jon saw through his act, this man was not a man of his words.

"You're right, there's no need for a battle. Thousands of men don't need to die, only one of us." A look of question was on Ramsay's face.

"Let's end this the old way, you against me." The black haired man continued, he knew that the legitimized bastard would never in a million years agree to his suggestion, all he wanted was to make him angry. Diana glanced at Jon then to the pausing Lord Bolton, there was a long history of man-to-man combat to settle differences, it was frankly the only way to avoid bloodshed, and she appreciated it.