Ella Snow and her twin brother are outsiders in the house of their father, Lord Eddard Stark. Ella has no one else in the world, except her brother Jon. Join Ella on her journey as she uncovers truths that could destroy her and those she loves.
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Anxiety ran rampant around the camp the night before the battle against Ramsay Bolton. Northern men readied themselves for the imminent fight, while the Free Folk drank themselves into a stupor. Ella, however, was not part of either group. Instead, she stood around a table with Jon, Sansa, Davos, and Tormund, discussing the plans for Ramsay's demise.
"If he were smart, he'll stay inside the walls of Winterfell and wait us out," Jon sighed as his eyes scanned the table map.
"That's not his way," Davos stated. "He knows the North is watching. If the other houses sense weakness on his part, they'll stop fearing him. He can't have that. Fear is his power.
"It's his weakness, too. His men don't want to fight for him. They're forced to fight for him. If they fear the tide is turning-" Jon's thoughts trailed off.
"It's not his men that worry me, it's his horses. I know what mounted knights can do to us." Tormund looked at Davos from across the table. "You and Stannis cut through us like piss through snow."
"I have men digging trenches all along our flanks. They won't be able to hit us the way they hit the Free Folk, in a double envelopment," Jon informed the wildling leader, but he was met with a blank stare from the ginger giant.
"A pincer move," Jon further explained to Tormund. The giant man still looked confused. Jon and Davos glanced at each other, unsure of how to describe Jon's tactic.
"They won't be able to hit us from both sides," Ella elaborated, hoping that would help her wildling friend.
"Good," Tormund nodded his head.
Ella tuned Jon and Tormund out as they continued their discussion for tomorrow. She noticed Sansa clenching her jaw and shifting her weight from one side to the other. Sansa wanted to say something but held her tongue. Ella caught the eye of her sister, and motioned to her to speak up. Sansa shook her head, mouthing to Ella she was going to wait for everyone to leave. Ella knew that was smart on her part. Sansa didn't want to undermine Jon, the military man, in front of his advisors.
"Did you really think that cunt was going to fight you man to man?" Tormund questioned the white wolf.
"No," Jon admitted. "I just wanted to make him angry. I want him coming at us at full tilt."
"We should all get some sleep," Davos said.
"Rest Jon Snow. We need you sharp for tomorrow." Tormund grunted while patting his friend on the back. He looked to Ella, sending her a nod before he retreated to the wildlings. Davos and the others followed behind Tormund, leaving Ella alone with Jon and Sansa.
Jon sat behind the war table, rubbing his temple as he pondered the advise from Davos and Tormund. The sound of the wind cutting through the tent was the only noise that could be heard for awhile. Ella caught the attention of Sansa once more, and managed to convince the red headed beauty to speak up.
