Othell Yarwyck POV

Yarwyck was standing near Castle Black's gate, watching the events unfold. It had started with the giant, the one called Wun-Wun, killing one of the Southron King's knights. While distracted, he and Marsh's men moved in and managed to kill Jon Snow, their own Lord Commander. Yarwyck swept some tears from his eyes. "Poor lad, I actually did like him. But he was going to destroy the Watch. First, he let the damned Wildlings through, even though they butchered our brothers. Now he was going to ride against Winterfell, in spite of our vows. He claimed to defend the Watch, but it was pure vengeance, and foolishness. If he loses, House Bolton comes for us all. So now, friend or not, brother or not, we had to settle it here. Your intentions were good, as was your heart, but you would have led us to utter ruin." Yarwyck proceeded to examine the chaos as best he could.

Currently, Marsh and his group of 30 stewards were trying to fight off a group of Wildlings that had seen what he did. Worse, the Red Witch had arrived to examine the commotion and a single word from her caused most of the Baratheon men at arms to engage our forces. "Seems she deems Snow useful. It matters little, he's gone now." Meanwhile, the wildling named Leathers along with the young boy attending Melissandre named Seaworth were dragging the Lord Commander's body towards a tower.

Overall, despite having around 100 members of the Watch under their direct command, and with 250 of them not involved, they were being overwhelmed. The 20 Thenns under Sigorn were making quick work of the 4 Rangers and 10 Stewards they were fighting. Meanwhile, 150 Wildlings that had been inside the wall to guard their leaders were fighting the remaining of their forces. To make matters even worse, upon seeing Snow fall, the giant came to his senses and began to target them. Some of the neutral members were engaging the Wildlings in the confusion. In addition, even the Flints and Norreys who had been at Castle Black to speak with Jon were engaging our forces. "Those Mountain Clans must not appreciate betrayal. That or it speaks to their loyalty to Ned Stark. Damn them. This is all falling apart. We tried to save the Watch, but we may all die here after all." Yarwyck clenched his fist in anger.

Behind him, he heard footsteps, so he and 5 Builders he had been with turned around. There, they saw new arrivals, who had somehow appeared without going through the gates. It was a group of 16 men in armor and 1 woman in leather hunting gear with a bow. The men were dressed in armor, with pink ornaments, and the apparent leader was dressed in blood red armor, and he had the ugliest face that Othell Yarwyck had ever seen. However, he immediately knew who was before him, House Bolton's mad dog bastard, Ramsay. "My lord, why are you here? And how did you get passed the gate."

Ramsay strode forward, a hideous smile on his horrible face. "My, my, it appears you watchmen don't have enough to deal with, and are fighting yourselves. No matter, direct me to my wife, my servant, and the bastard you made Lord Commander. You can prove your neutrality, I am a fair man after all." Ramsay stared at Yarwyck, still with the terrible smile.

Yarwyck swallowed in fear, knowing of this monster's reputation. "My….my…..my lord, you wife and servant are not here. We do not know anything of them. I swear. As for the Lord Commander, he is dead. We killed him for considering abandoning his vows and heading towards Winterfell. Surely that is…." Yarwyck stammered his way through that before Ramsay held up his hand.

Ramsay's terrible smile widened, "Good good, you eliminated an enemy for use. I truly appreciate that." Ramsay then strode forward with a hand outstretched in apparent friendship.

Yarwyck finally let out a breath. "He understands, good. Now all I have to do is shake his hand, and perhaps they will assist us in this matter." Yarwyck took Ramsay's hand, but before he could react, Ramsay plunged a knife into the bottom of Yarwyck's mouth. Immediately, like clockwork, the Bolton men slaughtered the 5 builders with him. While he was choking to death on his blood, Ramsay brought Yarwyck's eyes to his own. "Your reward is a quick death, be happy." The last thing Yarwyck heard as he faded to black was that horrible laugh.

Tormund POV

Tormund Giantsbane was many things, he was a storyteller, a lover of drink and women, and a man who loved a good fight, naturally followed by a good fuck. What he wasn't was a traitor. "Those wretched good for nothing, craven crows led by that damned miser who does nothing but count killed my friend. I'll kill 'im before this is over." Tormund was deeply enraged by the cowardly betrayal and murder of his friend. "I'll make 'em pay, or I am not Tormund Giantsbane!" Tormund let out a lound warcry as he slashed yet another traitorous crow down.

Tormund observed what was happening around him. Clearly the battle was in their favor. "Between us, the good crows, and the witch's men we outnumber the traitors severely. However, I suspect some of those we're fighting aren't traitors but men who are confused and see us free folk cutting down their brothers. Understandable, but intolerable." Tormund continued fighting.

Before long, Marsh was knocked to the ground, held on the ground with Leather's boot on his treacherous neck, unable to speak or breathe. Soon, his followers began to drop their weapons. Tormund sensed that the fight was coming to a close. "Enough," he bellowed, loud enough that all fighting ceased and all men stepped away from their opponents, uncertain of the situation.

"Now, I wanna sort out what this here fight was about. That treacherous cunt on the ground held by Leathers led men to stab Jon Snow, your King Crow. We was fighting to avenge him. Now, if any want to keep fighting, Tormund Giantsbane will fight all night. However, if you ain't a traitor, you'll stand down and let us sort this out." Tormund looked around and observed the men. Many of the one's still standing looked shocked and disgusted as they looked at the others. The rest however, looked saddened but aware. "Those are the traitors, there's about 40 left. I supposed that means 40 bodies to burn, in this case I might let the witch have her fun." Tormund sighed, "Take those men into custody, the rest of you, return to your quarters. The ones we know are with us will guard you until we sort this mess out. Now git." Soon the courtyard began to clear.

Tormund turned and began to walk towards the witch's tower. As he was walking, he was joined by Val. Tormund noticed that she looked upset. "Makes sense, those two did develop a friendship of sorts." Tormund turned his head towards her. "What do you think we do now?"

Val looked at him and sighed, "How should I know. Perhaps this witch can bring him back. Hopefully without blue eyes," joked Val weakly, her heart clearly not in it.

Tormund was surprised, "she's more upset than I thought. Perhaps they were closer than I thought. Oh well, hopefully she's right. We need Jon, he might be the last hope we have to keep this strange operation of ours together. If we divide, we are all dead. That much Mance was right about." Tormund and Val proceeded to enter the tower.

They entered the room that the witch currently occupied. Tormund couldn't help but examine the witch in detail. "Damn me, but she is one beautiful woman. If not for her burning people alive, I might be trying to bed her. But damn, she is even more insane than I am, and that's saying something." Tormund looked around the room. Inside were the red witch, the boy serving her named Seaworth, Sigorn's new southern wife, and a couple guards. On a table, with his upper garments removed lay Jon, with the witch cleaning his wounds.

The red witch looked at them. "We have won then." Tormund knew instantly that it wasn't a question. Tormund nodded and she smiled. "Good, those traitors will die soon. I believe the Lord Commander is one of my Lord's chosen. I don't imagine to know what his plans for Jon Snow are, but I feel that he was a part to play in the wars to come. If you were going to ask whether I can bring him back, the answer is that I will try."

Tormund and Val both breathed in relief, however the witch looked at them sternly. "However, there is no promise of it. I will try, but the Lord of Light R'hllor will decide his fate. I am but a vessel. Do not fear, he will not join the army of the dead. Either he will return or he will not. However, there are stories of men raised from the dead before. It is likely that this day will change him forever. Whether for the worst, only time can tell. Do you understand?" The witch looked at them intensely.

Tormund and Val looked at each other. Tormund could tell that Val was made uneasy by the statement, and she looked as close to tears as she gets. "She truly cares for this one, I'm surprised. After Jarl, I figured she'd be closed off for good. I hope this works, and he comes out alright." Tormund turned back towards the witch. "I don't like you, or trust you. However, I think you're on our side, and I'll trust you with my friend. Betray us, and I swear, by the old gods, the true gods, Tormund Giantsbane will hunt you to the ends of the earth. Others be damned." Tormund then nodded in confirmation.

The red witch smiled and nodded back. "Very good, perhaps you should secure our stronghold for now. You would only be in the way, and after this mutiny, we need to restore stability. I will come find you soon. As I said, this will either work or it will not. Perhaps you could bring the direwolf." Upon seeing Tormund look at her suspiciously she laughed. "No, I will not harm the beast. I merely feel that the two should remain near each other. Besides, an extra guardian wouldn't hurt, especially one so fearsome and loyal." Tormund sighed and nodded.

Tormund and Val proceeded to walk away and out of the room. "Hopefully this will work," said Tormund. Val however said nothing, walking with a concerned look. "Perhaps I should leave her be. Her mind is likely clouded right now." Tormund placed a hand on her shoulder, which briefly startled her. "Go grab the wolf and return. Stay by the entrance, enough out of the way that the witch won't complain, but close enough that you'll know when the deed is done." Tormund smiled at her comfortingly.

Val looked surprised, and then nodded once before flashing a quick smile. After they exited the tower, he watched her walk towards where the direwolf was being kept. "This had better work, otherwise I think that she might do something reckless. Hopefully, she'll keep a cool head." Tormund walked towards where Leathers, and a few of the loyal crows were gathered.

As he approached, Leathers turned and looked at him grimly. "That man is always grim, but I suppose today is the day to be grim." Tormund approached him and they gave each other a quick pat on the shoulder. "That should be more than enough comforting for us." Tormund then looked at the group, it was Leathers, Jon's steward Satin, and some ranger crow. "What's our situation, has Wun-Wun calmed down?" The last thing Tormund needed was the giant to continue his rampage.

Leathers nodded, "Aye, I finally calmed Wun-Wun down. Apparently that damned southron knight was too antsy and slashed Wun-Wun. That's what started this whole mess. I'm starting to think that the whole knighthood is a load of mammoth shit if they allow a man like that to be considered an elite warrior." Tormund couldn't help but chuckle slightly, and even the two southerners couldn't help but nod in agreement. "As for our situation, we have around 80 men of the original Night's Watch confirmed loyal, and we suspect most of the remaining are loyal, or unable to prove that the aren't. We have around 40 confirmed. Right now, I have 5 of the Night's Watch, and 8 of the free folk in the courtyard, a few scattered on patrol, 2 watchmen guarding the ice cells, and the rest guarding the quarters. What's the situation with Jon Snow?" Leathers, though stern, seemed genuinely concerned. "Another man who's loyalty Jon has earned."

Tormund shook his head sadly. "Jon is gone. However, the red witch, Melissandre, thinks that she may be able to bring him back. Without blue eyes. It's a longshot but it's all we have." Leathers and the others nodded in grim acceptance.

Tormund looked towards the gate. "Alright, perhaps we should check the gate area, ensure that everything is in order." The others nodded and they began to walk forward. Before long they noticed the bodies near the gate. Tormund and the others rushed forward. "Hmm, the builder and a few others, they're out of the area where the fight was, did it spread this far?" Tormund looked to Leathers for an answer.

"No, I don't think so, maybe I missed it. That said, one less to answer for, I would wager that Yarwyck was likely with Marsh on this. We'll have to burn these bodies too. I'll send men to carry them off in a bit. Let's check the gate first." Leathers was calm, yet Tormund could sense concern and confusion. He suspected Leathers wanted to examine the gate for answers.

Upon reaching the standing area above the gate Tormund walked towards the wall. He pulled at a shiny object and quickly realized that it was a hook. "I found a hook, make that several. Looks like someone snuck in." Tormund looked to Leathers and the others and saw them find hooks as well. "What is going on? Who could have climbed in, and more importantly where are they and what do they want?" Tormund was suddenly concerned. They may have finished one crisis, only to be found in the middle of a new one.

One of the crows looked out, and shouted, "Riders approaching!"

Sure enough, a small group of riders carrying the burning stag of the southron king approached. "Open the gate," commanded the knight, Tormund was sure he recognized the voice. "I'm Ser Justin Massey, here on orders from his grace, Stannis Baratheon, the one true king of all Westeros." Tormund nodded. "Ah yes Massey. The suck up who is with the group that loves burning people led by that damned witch. Ah well, if I remember he was a whiny little prick, but not nearly as bad as the other psychos." Tormund looked at his group. "Alright, let's let the little knights in."

Tormund and Leathers walked down to meet Massey in person once the gate was open, followed by 4 other knights, a girl, and an unarmored man. The man in question got off his horse and approached the two men. Tormund saw the man scowl in disgust. "Ah, savages, what an appalling welcome. Has the Lord Commander forgotten his courtesies so easily? He is a bastard, a northern one, I shouldn't be too surprised."

Leathers looked angered by the knight's comments, and Tormund was as well, but he gripped Leathers before he did something, they'd all regret. "No tin man, the Lord Commander, my friend Jon Snow, is currently unable to host you. He was stabbed to death by the crows who disliked him and your king's policies." Tormund noticed the man pale immediately.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I….I don't know what to say. We came to deliver the banker and Snow's sister to Castle Black, before leaving for Braavos. I am truly sorry." Massey seemed genuine enough. "As I thought, a snotty prick, but not a terrible person. Just a little too self-absorbed," thought Tormund.

Tormund waved him off, "With luck, your red witch will be bring him back soon. That's the plan at any rate." Tormund noticed that Massey seemed irritated with how he referred to the witch, but he said nothing. "As for the mutineers, they've been defeated. We'll deal with the survivors come morning. Now let's help you settle in." However, before they could begin a loud scream was heard coming from the tower that the southron queen had settled in. Immediately, Tormund knew that all hell was about to break loose. Tormund, Leathers, Massey, three of the knights, and the small group of crows and free folk all rushed towards the tower, ready for the new crisis.

Val POV (Starts after Separating from Tormund)

Val walked towards where the direwolf was placed by Jon. "A truly loyal protector, Jon should have listened to the witch. On this, she was most certainly correct." Val was disturbed that she could agree with that woman, but the results were clear. She was also surprised that she had begun to think of Jon Snow as Jon. "It had always been crow or king crow, now it's Jon. Hmm, perhaps I did care more than I thought, it's easier to see now that he's…" Val could feel the sadness coming on, but forced it back down. "Concentrate, now is not the time."

Val arrived at Jon's quarters and she opened the door. Immediately the mass of white fur came out, hardly making a sound. Ghost then looked up at her with it's red eyes and she could almost feel his sorrow, despite not being a warg. "Poor wolf, it clearly adores it's master. Well, hopefully the two can be reunited soon." Val gave the white creature a scratch behind the ears, which he clearly appreciated.

Val and Ghost began to return to the tower where the witch had holed up. She heard the sounds of struggling coming from the other side of the tower. She and the wolf shared a look before running to investigate. There she saw the witch placing the Sigorn's wife's cousin, who had attempted to take here, on a clearly hastily constructed wooden pyre. Val noticed that the man had been gagged and tied up, enabling no resistance and little sound. "Clearly trying to ensure no one investigates what is going on." Sigorn's wife, "Alys I think her name is," looked conflicted, though appeared to be offering no resistance. "What is going on here," demanded Val, cautious of the witch.

The witch turned and smiled at her. "Only death can pay for life, and the Lord works through king's blood. Karstark is kin of Stark, and they were the king's of winter. Since the Lord Commander is from that line, I believe that the magic will work stronger. Besides, this man is our enemy, surely you won't weep for him. Would you really be willing to allow Jon Snow to remain dead just so this pathetic man can continue to waste breath." Despite the witch's words, Val was conflicted. Fire seemed an awful way to go, and this man, while scum, hadn't done anything she knew of to deserve this. "However, I believe we need Jon, he may be the one to lead us. Therefore, I…." Reluctantly, Val nodded, and the witch smiled and continued her work.

Val walked over to Sigorn's new wife. "Alys was it," asked Val. The girl nodded in response. "We should return to the room where Jon is, if this works, he should see some familiar faces." Alys looked at her and nodded. Both women and the wolf walked away towards the tower as the witch lit the pyre. Val heard muffled screams as the man burned and heard the witch muttering chants and spells in her strange foreign language. "Valyrian is what I believe Jon and the witch called it. Sounds nothing like the common tongue, or even the old tongue."

Val. Alys, and Ghost quickly entered the room where Jon lay, seeing that the witch had left two of her guards to remain with the body. "Seems she truly does wish to see Jon return. I may not like her, but perhaps I should try to see her as an ally rather than an enemy. Perhaps I'm blinded by my own prejudices." Val knew she was rather proud. However, she knew when it was time to acknowledge her mistakes. Val walked over and sat on a chair next to the table where he lay

Val examined his torso and saw at least 7 deep stab wounds, and more shallow ones. Val could feel a slight sting in her eyes as she examined him. "How could those bastards do this? He was their leader, their friend, their brother. Those who did this will die, I don't care if he's brought back, they will pay." Val looked and saw Ghost come near her, and look into her eyes, his own filled with rage. "Don't worry, we'll deliver justice together. After all, you can probably sense who did this. Thank the gods for you Ghost. If only Jon had listened to the witch….Melisandre, perhaps I should call her by her name. That's the least I can do." Val rubbed Ghost's ears as she turned back towards Jon's body.

Val waited anxiously for minutes, yet nothing happened. She could hear Melisandre continuing to chant, but still nothing happened. "How long will this take? Is it supposed to be done by now? What if it doesn't work? I don't…" Val could feel herself begin to panic, her hope having been built up, and now not being reward. "Old gods, I don't know if you can hear me, but please…please bring him back." Val continued waiting, feeling her heart sink as he remained.

Suddenly, Jon's eyes opened wide and he began breathing heavily, a confused look on his face. Val's hands immediately went to his arm. "Jon, Jon, can you hear me? Stay calm. It's alright. I'm here. Alys is here. You're among friends. Stay calm." Val gently kneaded the muscles in his arm, trying to keep him calm. Ghost kept an eye on him.

Jon's breathing eventually returned to normal, and he began to sit up on the table. He turned towards Val, his legs leaning over the table. While his pants were still on, his chest was bare due to his shirt being removed. The deep cuts were becoming scars, and the shallows were light scars. Val sat up from the chair and sat next to Jon. She placed her arm across his back and place it on his far shoulder, before bringing him towards her in a gentle caress. She placed her face in his hair, before wrapping her other arm across his front. "You're safe now. I'm here. Relax." Val could feel Jon begin to relax, and Val was relieved. "He's alive. Thank the gods. I swear I'll keep him that way, for as long as I can. I don't know what I feel, but I will keep him safe." Val continued to hold him, relieved to have her friend back. "Don't get used to this though crow," teased Val, unable to keep from making a joke. To her surprise, despite coming back from the dead, Jon chuckled at her joke. "Hmm, perhaps I should check his eyes, laughing doesn't seem like Jon." Val smiled, amused and happy that he was back. She removed her hand from his far shoulder and began to run it up and down his spine, before long she could feel him begin to relax. "Good, he'll need the rest." Suddenly, she heard a loud scream from outside. Val immediately leapt from the table. She noticed Jon begin to try to move as well. Val quickly turned and glared at him. "You fucking stay here, you get killed again doing a stunt like this, I'll make the witch bring you back just so I can torture you to death myself. You're in no condition to fight stay here." Jon glared slightly at her, but relented for once. "Good, I'd hate to have to break his legs." Val then rushed out towards the screams, smiling slightly as she noticed Alys come towards Jon to keep him there, while Ghost remained as a guard. Val was curious about what was going on. "More mutineers? No, we took care of them. So what?" Val knew she would have to reach her destination to get those answer, so she continued to run, her heart sinking as she realized where they came from, the tower the queen, the dead princess, and the sweet little monster were holed up in.

Queen Selyse POV (Starts at Same time as Val's)

Queen Selyse continued to ponder the news. The lord commander was dead, murdered by his own men. "Well that bastard should have been wiser. I told him repeatedly to listen to my advice, and he continued to be impudent. This is what he has reaped. Hopefully his successor will be wiser than he. Too bad about Ser Patrek though, I'll have that savage creature killed for this." Before long, she heard a knock on the door to her chamber. "Ah, perhaps more news."

Selyse turned to the door and commanded, "Enter." Immediately the door opened, and a hideous man she couldn't recognize came walking in with an arrogant and impudent smile on his ugly face. "Who are you," demanded Selyse annoyed. "Who else has arrived, I should be the first informed of new arrivals. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, that bastard was amongst the few who had something resembling a civilized noble background. The rest are low born, worthless criminals." Selyse continued staring at the new arrival, before she noticed something that suddenly arouse concern. "Where are Ser Benethon and Ser Dorden, they should have entered with the man." As if sensing her thoughts, the man's horrible smile widened.

The man gave a mocking bow. "Greetings Usurper Queen Selyse, wife to the failure of a king, Stannis. I am Ramsay Bolton." Ramsay then motioned and 17 more men entered, and even a girl in hunting clothes with a bow.

Queen Selyse was even more alarmed now. "Where are my men? What do you want bastard?" Selyse was worried, and she immediately motioned Shireen to come closer to her, as her 5 remaining shields stood closer in defensive formation.

Ramsay looked at her with a mocking look on his ugly face. "Why, those two fools you had outside are quite dead. As for why I'm here, well, I'm here for you little grey scaled princess, since that bastard lord commander is now dead." Ramsay then looked at his men. "Kill them." Immediately his 17 men charged at her 5 as the girl nocked an arrow.

Selyse watched the fighting unfold. Ser Norbet was struck in the throat with an arrow from the girl before he could even attack an opponent. Ser Molegorn managed to strike down 2 of the enemy before he fell to a sword through the back. Ser Lampert and Ser Brus were both overwhelmed before they could put up much of a fight. Finally Ser Perkin was lamed by an arrow to his knee and had a cut near his neck, still living, yet unable to fight. The fight only lasted a few minutes, and all five of hers were dead, while Ramsay had lost only two of his.

Selyse continued to hold Shireen close to her, fearful as Ramsay approached. "I can't do anything. I've lost." Selyse looked at Ramsay. "What do you want?"

Ramsay rolled his eyes and chuckled evilly. "I already told you. I'm here for your daughter. As for you, well, you don't look like you'd be much fun. You're not nearly as attractive as the ones I normally hunt, and you don't look like you'd provide much sport. Besides, I don't really have the time to take you. So…" Ramsay pulled out a knife, and Selyse screamed.

Val POV

Val reached the tower and saw Tormund, Leathers, a few free folk, a few crows, and a few southrons all in combat with a group of armored southrons wearing pink. There were around a dozen of them, and they were forcing them back. Val saw a weapons rack near her, and immediately grabbed a sword. She ran forward and immediately helped a crow finish off one of the men. All around her, more and more free folk and crows were arriving to join the fight. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a group of 4 men and a girl being led by a man with red armor, and there she saw the princess being carried away by their leader, along with another girl.

Val was shocked to see that. "They must have killed the queen's knights. Oh no, if that's who I think it is….no, I won't let her be taken. She may carry the grey death, but she doesn't deserve the death those monsters would give her." Val broke away, and let the reinforcements aid in the elimination of the enemies. Val rushed forward and saw the breakaway group heading towards the gate.

As soon as Val was about to reach them, they had opened the smaller door to the gate. "Almost there, I can still get them." Suddenly, an arrow came towards Val, and she managed to duck and fall to the ground. She looked up and saw the girl with the group holding a bow. The girl smiled mockingly at her, before curtsying in a mocking way. Val's blood boiled at the insult. "I'll teach that little bitch." Val got back to her feet, and rushed to the door.

Val managed to get through the door, but her heart immediately sank. The group had managed to reach horses, and were riding away, and Val could hear the girls' shrieks as they were carried away. "The free folk may believe in stealing women but this is clearly wrong. They'll be tortured. I failed them." Val hung her head in shame as she continued to stand outside the gate.

Jon POV

Jon sat on the table, contemplating what happened. "They murdered me. I tried to save them, and they killed me for it." Jon felt a strange mixture between anger and depression at the thought. Jon could barely remember being dead. "Perhaps it's right that the living don't know death, perhaps the gods felt it a mercy to strip my memory." Jon shook his head as he struggled to come to terms with what had happened.

Jon continued to hear the sounds of a battle going on outside. Jon was anxious to know what was happening. He turned to Alys. "Lady Alys, please, let me go outside, I won't join the fight, I just want to see what is happening."Alys looked at him disapprovingly. However, she eventually relented. Alys helped Jon stand, and he continued to lean on her as they walked outside of the tower, a cloak over his shoulders to cover his naked torso.

Once outside, Jon observed the Night's Watch, Free Folk, and some of Stannis's knights fighting and beginning to overwhelm a group of what appeared to be Bolton men. "What the hell are Boltons doing here." Jon considered what this meant. "They must have been nearby, after sending the letter. I may have walked into an ambush. They must have snuck in after hearing the mutiny and how loud and chaotic the situation was, and they took advantage of it." Jon's blood boiled at the fact that his murder caused this too. Jon thought he could see Val running after a group going towards the gates, and he hoped she remained safe.

Before too much longer, the fighting stopped, and all the Boltons were dead. Jon looked at Alys, "Let's go see what has happened." Alys glanced at him reluctantly.

"Jon, we really shouldn't. Let them handle it," pleaded Alys.

Jon shook his head, "No, I need to know." Alys sighed in frustration before walking over. Soon, they joined the rather large group. "What happened here," asked Jon and the entire group turned to him, surprise and terror etched on their faces.

Tormund walked forward, looking uncharacteristically grim. Tormund examined Jon's face intently. Suddenly Tormund tore Jon from Alys's grip and gave him a bear hug that left Jon struggling to breath. "Har har…well king crow you be back, and without any blue eyes. Thank the gods I don't have to kill ya." Tormund continued to laugh joyously as the rest relaxed and most looked relieved, and the rest at least looked satisfied. Before long, Tormund put Jon down, and Jon stumbled back into Alys, breathing hard.

Once he caught his breath, he managed a small smile at Tormund. "I think your joy almost killed me." Tormund then laughed at that.

"Jon Snow," yelled a loud angry voice behind them, making the entire group turn in slight fear.

Val walked forward, with a furious scowl on her beautiful face as she examined the source of her irritation. "I thought I told you to stay in that damned room." Val then hit him in the shoulder out of frustration, causing Jon to yelp.

Jon rubbed his shoulder as he looked at Val sheepishly. "I just wanted to know what was going on. I was well out of the fighting; I didn't leave the front of the tower until well after the fight was over." Val appeared to be somewhat accepting of this, though clearly irritated by it still. Jon then turned more serious. "So, what happened?" Val's anger disappeared, and instead she looked upset.

"They took the princess, and another girl," answered Val grimly.

One of Stannis's knights, "Massey I think," came forward, pale. "Oh no, they took the princess, and Arya Stark. I failed." Jon's heart plummeted as he heard that, and Val immediately looked at him mournfully.

Jon pushed his anger down, knowing it wasn't the knight's fault. "How….how did she look? What did that monster do to her," asked Jon.

The knight looked at him, full of sorrow. "Nothing good, her brown eyes were filled with despair and terror." Jon listened to that before suddenly looking up.

Jon looked at the knight surprised, "Did you say brown eyes?" The knight looked at him confused and nodded. "Which hand did she favor? Right or left?" At this, the entire group looked confused.

Massey looked dumbfounded. "Um…I believe it was the right, yeah right handed. What are you asking about?" Massey's surprise grew as he noticed Jon smile slightly.

"I don't think that was Arya. Arya has grey eyes and is left handed." Massey looked in shock at this. "I wonder, perhaps….that may have been Jeyne, yeah, that description sounds more like her. Skinny, small bosom, round face, very pretty, around fourteen." Justin nodded surprised. "Arya is around eleven, not fourteen." Massey's eyes grew.

"Yes my lord, you may be right, the girl was definitely older than eleven." Massey seemed somewhat relieved to know that Jon was likely no longer angry with him.

Jon's expression grew grim again. "Doesn't matter though, whether Arya or Jeyne, I won't leave them in Ramsay's hands, nor the princess. Let's go in, see the queen. Tormund, Val, Massey, Alys, and I will go in, the rest of you secure the castle." Immediately all the crowd scattered, all obeying without a word.

All five of them quickly arrived in the queen's room, and found all of her sworn shields dead, along with two Bolton men, and even the princess's fool. "It was a massacre. Where is the queen though?" The group searched around, and soon they found the queen.

Queen Selyse lay on the floor, barely breathing, a knife in her stomach, the wound clearly fatal. "Snow," she muttered weakly, "Come here, you too Ser Justin."

Justin helped Jon to the floor next to the queen, and immediately began to speak. "Your grace, forgive me, I failed you…." Queen Selyse immediately help up her hand.

"Ser Justin, why have you returned? Why are you not with my husband, our king?"

"I came on the king's command to sail to Braavos, to gather sellswords. Now that doesn't matter, I'll rescue the princess, I'll…"Again, she raised her hand.

"No, Ser Justin, follow your king's commands," she commanded weakly, before looking at Jon. For the first time, he saw something other than coldness and arrogance on her face, instead it was despearation. "Jon Snow, please, I beg you, help my husband, and save my daughter. I know you swore to the Night's Watch, but you have died. Your oaths no longer matter. I beg you, save Shiree…" However, she died before finishing the princess's name.

Jon looked sorrowful, surprised at his reaction. "I never cared for her, but I won't refuse this command." Jon, with a determined look answered the queen's corpse, "I will go after your daughter, and even if I can't save her, I swear I will make Ramsay pay." Val reached down and helped Jon to his feet. Her hands were soft as she held him up.

Val looked at him, "So, Jon, what will you do now?"

Jon smiled at her. "Now my watch has ended. Now, I liberate my family's home, and remind House Bolton of our words. I am winter, and I am coming." Jon saw Tormund, Val, and even Massey nod in agreement. Now the war would begin anew, and House Bolton will die, even if it's the last thing Jon does with his newfound life. However, he would certainly not waste it.