A/N: Hello faithful readers! Chapter seven for you. Bit of an interlude to the Battle for Winterfell, a lemon, a short battle and finally the wedding that was promised.

Disclaimer: I do not own HBO, A Song of Ice and Fire Series, or anything that resembles content from the book or show.

"To our King!" Ser Davos said, toasting Jon at the feast.

"Long may he reign!" I said, holding my own cup up. A shout was given in agreement before the men raised their glasses and drank to his health.

"To my future Queen!" Jon said raising his glass in my direction, "For she has a warrior's heart, and as ruthless as she is compassionate. Without her, I would be nothing. And we would be without her beauty!" The men all cheered, making me blush slightly.

Sansa and Shireen smiled, obviously moved by that little poetic bit, but I had to laugh as I watched Tormund making eyes at Brienne. She looked away, not understanding why he was interested in her.

"To the future Queen!" The crowd echoed.

"A song!" Tormund called out, giving me the funny eyebrows. I rolled my eyes as the crowd called out for one. They liked the music I would sing them from my world. The majority of the men thought I was from some distant shore, but most of them knew I wasn't from this world.

"Alright!" I yelled, smiling.

"I dedicate this one, to my King," I said, standing up and facing the crowd. They cheered as I started singing.

I hear the wind call my name

The sound that leads me home again

It sparks up the fire, a flame that still burns

To you I will always return

I know the road is long

But where you are is home

Wherever you stay,

I'll find the way

I'll run like the river,

I'll follow the sun

I'll fly like an eagle

To where I belong

I can't stand the distance

I can't dream alone

I can't wait to see you

Yes, I'm on my way home

Now I know it's true

My every road leads to you

And in the hour of darkness

Your light gets me through

You run like the river

You shine like the sun

You fly like an eagle

Yeah, you are the one

I've seen every sunset

And with all that I've learned

It's to you I will always, always return

The men cheered as Jon kissed my knuckles, thanking me for the song. Jon was giving me those bedroom eyes, while Tormund distracted the others with a loud story. Jon kissed me slowly, whispering, "You are mine tonight."

"Then this feast should end, because I need you. And we should get a good night's rest, don't you agree my King?" I purred into his ear.

"As soon as Winterfell is ours again," He said, with dark eyes, reminding me of his promise to marry me.

"I would marry you right now," I said. He smirked, "I need an extra incentive to win tomorrow."

"Other than reclaiming Winterfell for the Starks?"

"Once the dead are cleared, and the household under order once more, then our wedding can begin."

"One might think you were leading me on, trying to prolong the inevitable," I smiled. He merely smirked, calling out as Tormund finished his story.

"Men, rest well. Tomorrow at first light, we leave," Jon said, nodding to Ser Davos and Tormund to make sure everyone got some rest.

"Do you think Ramsay will be prepared for our surprise?" I smiled, thinking of our secret weapon.

"If the Vales troops don't surprise him, this certainly will. I'm glad they were finished in time," Jon said as he guided me out of the mess hall and towards out tent.

"Trebuchet's were a vast advancement in siege warfare in my world. He won't even see them from the trees, and the Wildfire will be carefully used and monitored."

"You have sand to douse the flames with?"

"Three carts full. I was glad that Maester Aemon had a copy of the book the Alchemists used to make it. Surprising that no one thought to use it before, but I guess the only ones that went in the Library were Maester Aemon and Sam."

"Has he sent word yet?" Jon asked.

"None yet," I said sadly, "But I know he was planning on grabbing the sword before he left for the Citadel."

"It's a shame the Manderly's, Cerwyn's and Glover's refused the call, but Lyanna sets them straight," I said, as Jon opened the tent flap to our quarters.

He was quiet for a moment.

"You miss her," I said, noticing the look in his eyes.

"How can you miss someone you never knew?" He said bitterly. I wrapped my arms underneath his, around his torso from behind.

"In my world, they say that when a woman is carrying her child in the womb, there is a bond that forms. The child knows her voice, her touch and when she is upset. Close your eyes and imagine this, you can hear her voice. She is singing to you, to her voice is soft and lilting. It's comforting to you."

"I hear it," Jon said, as if straining his ears. I waited for him to open his eyes, before I noticed more warmth than there was before.

"I know she loved me. She gave me my best chance by sending me with my Uncle," He said, before turning to undo my leathers. I let him, knowing he needed to do this.

"Now, what would she say about me?" I asked teasingly.

"She would love you, because you love me. Because you are giving me back my birthright," He said, as he finally stripped me bare. He undid my hair, letting it fall down my back.

"What would you like?" I asked, undoing the laces on his doublet. He stilled my hands to kiss my lips, hungrily. His kiss travelled the length of my throat, as he brought my hands to his hair. He loved to feel my nails against his scalp, caressing and scratching with just the right pressure.

As I threaded my fingers through his hair, I gasped at his mouth lavishing my breast.

"Aegon," I teased, as he slapped my ass lightly.

"What's my name?" He growled lowly as he pushed me down onto the bed of furs.

"Jon, Jon, Jon," I mewled as his mouth latched onto my center. He didn't waste any time, bringing me up and over the edge twice before crawling back up my body.

"On your back," He ordered.

"Please," I sighed, settling into the soft furs. He didn't wait to stretch me, pushing in immediately.

"Who is the only one that plays your body?" He breathed, before starting to thrust slowly.

"You, my King," I sighed, running my nails down his back.

"Who do you yearn for?" He asked, getting bolder.

"You, my King," I keened.

"Who do you belong to?" He growled, as he thrust deeper and harder.

"You, my King," I moaned loudly. Jon didn't care if the other Lords knew about our 'activities'. They had ladies of their own on the side, but I was to be Queen. They at least thought we would wait until we were married.

"Mine," He said, slapping a hand down on my ass, gripping a cheek tight as he pounded to his finish. I groaned out, as I felt him release inside of me.

"I love you," I sighed as he pulled out of me and pulled me down to spoon.

"And I love you," He said, kissing my neck as his breathing began to even out.

"Are they in position?" Jon asked, and I nodded continuing to peer through my binoculars. I was supposed to stay back with Ser Davos, which I hated, but I was in charge of the secret weapons. Jon watched as Ramsay came forward, with Rickon tied to a rope he carried. It made me sick that he was being treated like a slave. I wish I could have saved Osha, but there was no avoiding it.

"Get ready," I said, squinting to see where Rickon was. Jon did not dismount, knowing he needed to be ready to move. I watched Rickon move, and I sent Jon's horse running with a slap to its rear. Jon anticipated this, making his black steed go as fast as it could. He gestured to the forest as he and Rickon drew closer to each other. There was a Vale team waiting to receive him if he made it.

Ramsay didn't anticipate this though, looking confused as Jon kept charging for their line. Rickon was safe under the cover of trees, and I knew he was being brought back to where Sansa was waiting for him. I looked to Mun Mun, giving him a nod. He roared out a signal for everyone, including the trebuchet loaders, throwing his flaming javelins at their armies.

When I had suggested the idea to Jon he was skeptical of it at first, not understanding how they worked. After a quick design drawing, and how it would work, he relented, as long as I was in charge of them. I had to be, I was the only one who had seen Wildfire, let alone knew how it was to be handled.

While there was a massive expanse of field between the two armies, Mun Mun's strength and size gave him all he needed to make them soar through the ir. As they struck ground, one knocking Ramsay off his spooked horse, I watched his men confused at the tactic. They scrambled to pull ranks again, as I smiled.

"FOLLOW YOUR KING! CHARGE!" Ser Davos yelled, sending in the cavalry. Mun Mun and the Wildlings yelled in battle cry as they surged forward

"LOAD!" I yelled towards the trees. When I was sure they were ready, I yelled, "RELEASE!"

Soaring through the air, I watched the barrels disappear above the cloud line, before plummeting straight down onto the field, exploding into a green inferno upon touching the flames of the javelins. Grinning at Ser Davos, he looked at me uneasy. I must have looked like Cersei had, when she blew up the Sept.

"It was quick," I said, realizing how it must remind him of how he lost his son at the Battle of the Blackwater. He nodded, "Thank you."

Many of Ramsay's troops were dead, roasted alive in seconds, sending the rest of the army into confusion. Jon used this lapse in control to break through their defense lines, aided by Vale troops that had stormed in to surround the army from all sides. He made his way for Ramsay who had retreated inside the walls of Winterfell. Mun Mun on his tail, used his strength to beat down the doors. I was glad I had the breastplate and helmet made for him, because Ramsay's archers on the battlements weren't letting up on their barrage of arrows.

But the door broke open as the army laid down their arms. I was quick to yell to the remaining troops for the sand to be brought in. Whole wagons of sand were driven in beside the fire, as Vale Knight's started picking off the surviving troops, one by one. I beamed with pride as I rode up, Sansa ahead of me, with Rickon on the saddle behind her.

"Jon," I said as I dismounted. Jon had just finished beating Ramsay's face in, back up to nod to Sansa. Her eyes filled with a sinister look as she smiled, motioning for him to be put in the cells.

"Destiny," he said, picking me up and spinning me around.

"How many?" He asked Tormund as he came up to greet us.

"Maybe 50," He said, a small smile on his face.

"Men!" Jon yelled, "Winterfell is once and forevermore in Stark hands!"

A loud cheer sounded from within the walls and outside as Vale troops cheered for our victory. I watched Baelish slink behind Sansa, whose eyes made contact with me. I nodded to her, a silent conversation that he would die for his crimes, and Lord Royce would side with us.

The Bolton banners were dropped from the battlements, Stark grey wolf's on white fields replacing them. Armor was stripped from bodies, weapons collected, and then the remaining army was burned. We wanted no extra help for the Night King. The Wildfire was put out using the sand we brought, and once Ramsay's hounds finished the bastard off, the castle was scrubbed and cleaned to within an inch of its life. The wedding would be the next day.

As there was no clergy of the Old Gods, it would typically be the father of the groom to officiate a wedding, and the father of the bride that gave her away. Both were very much, not able to attend. Jon would have preferred Ser Davos give me away, but there was a need for tradition. Ser Davos was given a run through on how a Northern wedding went, and was honored to do it in place of Jon's father. It was a big deal, for so few words. I was totally fine with marrying Jon with my battle paint and riding leathers on, but he knew that we should make things official. I knew white was for virgin brides, so I asked Sansa to pick out a blue dress. Blue for the color of winter roses, for Lyanna.

My hair was rolled and braided, before Sansa was content with how it looked. I did my own makeup, making sure to keep it light, before tying Sansa's hair up in Northern braids and a few of my worlds design. She was quite pleased with how it looked, before I started on her makeup. She was now the Lady of a great House, knowing Rickon wasn't ready for responsibility after living like a Wildling for almost 3 years. She would look the part, nevermind the fact that she didn't need to look the part when she had been trained to be a great Lady her entire life.

"Lady Destiny?" Ser Davos's voice sounded from behind the door.

"Yes," I called.

"A wedding present," He said as a servant opened the door. A crown of winter roses was in his hands, and a small smile on his face. Sansa beamed, "It's perfect."

"They are from his Grace, a crown for his Queen, until another can be made," He blushed as the crown was placed in my hands. He bowed his head, before leaving the room.

"It's beautiful," I smiled, letting Sansa take it from me and pin it in place. It complimented the half up crown braid Sansa had weaved my hair into.

"Thank you Sansa, for walking me down." I said, making Sansa smile.

"You are bringing my family back to me, and undoing some of the hurt and scars given to us. In my eyes, that makes you a Stark," She said, turning me to straighten the flower crown. I nodded, not really good with emotion.

"Shall we?" She asked. I laughed, "We shall?"

I waited with baited breath as the doors to the Godswood opened and I walked towards my future.

A/N: It's happening, I promise. :P