Night had fallen over Winterfell. Candles burned in the Great Hall. A pack of direwolves could be heard in the distance.
The sounds of a girl's screams and cries could be heard, all through the castle. No one stirred to help her, as her husband beat and raped her and beat her again. This happened every night.
But tonight, her screams were louder, more piercing, as Ramsey sliced away pieces of her flesh for trying to escape.
Down in the crypts, her screams echoed through the dark, empty hallways. She had lit the candles before her wedding, but they had long ago burned out because she was confined to her room.
The dank air stirred in the crypts. The candles were suddenly all lit at once. The sword held by Ned Stark's statue rattled and the feather in Lyanna Stark's statue's hand fell.
"Father, help me... Mother! Warrior!" A gush of air blew through the crypt.
Upstairs, in a dark, locked bedroom, Sansa Stark fought for her life, certain Ramsey was going to kill her. The beating just wouldn't stop.
Suddenly, all the candles in her room lit at once. No one had touched them. The shutters over the windows flew open, despite being locked. The covers were yanked from the bed and a shoe hit Ramsey's head.
He jumped away from Sansa, ready to confront the threat, but no one was there. He started to turn on Sansa again, but was yanked back onto the floor. He grabbed his knife, but there was no one to fight.
As he walked up to her again, he was again pulled backwards into the floor. This time, he was held there for several minutes.
Sansa swore she saw her brother Robb for a split second but shook it off. Her older brother was dead.
When Ramsey was finally able to get up, he quickly left her room, locking the door behind him. As soon as he was gone, Sansa's fire roared, her shutters closed tight and her room warmed. One candle remained lit.
Alone in his own room, he couldn't get the shutters to stay closed and the air was freezing cold. He tried unsuccessfully to build a fire. It kept going out.
In the master suite, his father and stepmother were experiencing the same thing. The shutters wouldn't stay shut, the fire went out and the candles were all suddenly lit.
Lady Walda had been awake all night, weeping as she helplessly listened to Sansa's screams. She knew she couldn't help her. Roos woke up shivering, but was unable to get a fire going, either. They both tried to blow all the candles out, but they would just relight again.
Down in the crypts, the candles all blew out and the air seemed to settle.
The next night, as soon as Ramsey entered Sansa's room, a blast of very cold air hit his face. Before he could even reach her, he was knocked back and pinned to the floor by an unseen force. When he was finally able to stand, he was knocked down again. Finally, he ran out of the room without laying a finger on Sansa.
No screams were heard in the castle that night. Or the next. Any time Ramsey approached Sansa, he was met by unseen hostile forces protecting her.
One day he was found laying on the ground outside the Winterfell walls, having fallen to his death. No one knew if he'd jumped or been pushed, as nobody saw it happen.
As soon as she heard, Sansa hurried down to the crypts. She quickly lit every candle and stood in front of her father's and brother's statues.
"Thank you, Father. Thank you, Robb." The candles flickered.
She replaced the feather on Lyanna's statue.
The next morning, Roos Bolton was found dead, apparently having died in his sleep.
Lady Walda returned to the The Twins. Winterfell was Sansa's.