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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Jon's army stood across the battlefield from Ramsay's that fateful morning. Davos sat at the front line, while Ella and Jon emerged from the trees on horseback. Sansa was the one who suggested the twins ride into battle side by side, to show a united Stark force. One that could not be easily broken.
Sansa dressed Ella that morning, twisting her hair into a single braid that fell down her back. Her sister outfitted her in a pair of thick, wool trousers, along with a long black tunic. She tied a sword around Ella's hips, though Sansa knew Jon made Ella promise not to fight. Both girls knew that would never happen. The red-headed beauty slipped leather armor over Ella's tunic for an added layer of protection. And lastly, Sansa pinned a sigil to her sister's chest.
"Let it be a reminder of who you are," Sansa smiled as she clasped the silver direwolf onto Ella's clothing. "And let it be a reminder of Father. He always said he'd protect us in this life. Let him be with you on the battlefield today, dear sister."
Ella sat up straight as they rode into the sea of men. Her eyes scanned over the Bolton forces as they carried on to the front of the line. The Bolton army was nearly double the size of the wildlings alone, but they were to fight with the men they had. Jon and Ella strolled between the lines of men, only coming to a halt once they reached Tormund and Wun Wun. Ella examined the men behind her, each standing there with clenched fists and jaws as the banners of each house fighting for the Starks flapped in the wind. Most proudly was the banner of her father's house. The white banner with a gray direwolf that would hopefully fly high above Winterfell if they won the battle today.
The burning wood pyres displaying a flayed man caught Ella's attention. Disgust washed over the lone wolf, causing her to look away. Ella fixed her eyes on the silhouette of Ramsay as he rode through his forces, clutching a rope in one hand. The young lord dismounted his horse and strolled past the archers. Ella squinted her eyes, but she could see a boy with floppy brown curls dressed in fur standing next to Ramsay. It was Rickon Stark. She hadn't seen her youngest brother in years, but she recognized his face. The very brother who was supposedly burned years ago stood just yards away from her. She couldn't protect Bran from the fall, but maybe, just maybe she had a shot at saving Rickon.
Ramsay pulled a small dagger from his side, raising it in the air. Ella instinctively jumped from her horse and ran into the open field, ignoring the shouts from Jon and Tormund. The lone wolf waited to see what Ramsay would do to Rickon. He brought the blade down and cut through the ropes tied around Rickon's wrists. Ella sighed from relief as he forced Rickon towards them.
Ella took her eyes off Rickon as he ran straight to her. She noticed Ramsay holding a bow in one hand and an arrow in the other. Jon must have saw Ramsay as well because he began to gallop across the battlefield, towards their brother. Ramsay released an arrow from the bow intended for their brother. The arrow struck the ground, missing Rickon by an inch.
Ella's heart pounded as another arrow missed Rickon and hit the ground once more. Ella broke out into a sprint as Jon inched closer to their brother. Jon extended his hand towards Rickon as soon as they were an arm length away. Jon's hand almost touched Rickon's small fingers as a final arrow pierced through Rickon's heart, causing him to fall to the ground. Dead.
Jon's horse came to a stop, as did Ella, as Jon stared Ramsay down. He sent Jon an evil smirk, then turned on his heels, facing his troops. Sansa was right. Ramsay Bolton liked to mess with people in the most sadistic way possible. More than Ser Alliser ever thought of. Ella knew in her heart either Jon or Ramsay would die today, and she prayed to all the gods that it would be Ramsay.
"No," Ella whispered to herself. Her eyes landed on Jon clench the reigns in his hand. Tears streaked her face as her brother furrowed his eyebrows together. She cried for the loss of her youngest brother, but she soon realized what Jon was about to do. The poor girl had already lost all but one brother, and she would die before losing Jon. "Don't do it, you idiot."
"Prepare to charge!" Davos yelled in the distance, as Jon galloped full tilt at Ramsay and his forces. "Go. Go. Follow your commander!"
Ella wiped her face with the sleeve of her tunic, then followed after her brother on foot. The small girl watched in shock as Ramsay ordered his archers to fire. Arrow flew past Ella as she zigzagged down the battlefield. She caught up to Jon just as his horse was overtaken by several arrows. She helped her brother to his feet, only to see his injured leg.
"You can't fight on that leg!" Ella exclaimed. "You need to go back to camp and get it checked out."
"There's no time for that, Ella!" Jon shouted.
"And why not?" She questioned her brother. "I've already lost one brother today, Jon. I'd rather not lose the last one I have!"
Jon grabbed Ella's face and turned her head in the direction of Ramsay's army. Hundreds of horses and men charged towards them. Ella gasped as the calvary drew closer. She heard Jon unsheath Longclaw from his belt. Ella mimicked her brother's actions as the sound of hooves rang in her ears.
"I love you, little sister," Jon said, not taking his eyes off the horses charging towards them.
"And I you, big brother," Ella said. She choked back tears as she grasped her own sword in her small hands. The Snow twins accepted their fate, knowing death was just inches away. But the Snow twins were ready as ever, and they wouldn't go down without a fight.
