Two months passed.

Two months had gone by and Theon grew far closer with the Ironborns that had gotten left behind. He wore his title of Master of Ships well and he drew up plans to build even more ships when winter ended. It was soon to come upon them and Sansa wanted everyone home when it finally arrived.

Two months passed and Jon discovered that he was a natural in his role as Master of Law. He was just and fair. He took care of thieves and random raiders and Ramsay had no desire to interfere. He claimed his time of torturing was under wraps. He had a few men beneath Winterfell for just in case, but he ultimately could care less about pick pockets and thieves. He knew he'd want quite a few people flayed after their battle with the Lannisters but he would argue his case when the time came.

Two months passed and Osmund drifted from Loras after an intense conversation having to do with Osmund refusing to go to Highgarden. Osmund and Arya had begun to stay in each other's company. He was her sparring partner. He was a no nonsense sort of teacher and that was what Arya needed. She claimed that it was so she would not get rusty.

Two months passed and Orys had taken to avoiding Sansa at every corner. They hadn't been alone together since she had sewn his leg shut. He had no desire to lose his head or his cock and Ramsay had made it perfectly clear that while he was attempting to send him away to keep him as far away from his wife as possible without killing him- he would in fact kill him. His loyalty was to his family, not his childhood friend. Orys understood that and Sansa was never offended when they caught sight of each other and Orys turned and hobbled the other way.

Two months passed and the younger Stark boys were finding their rhythms. Bran had taken to spending most of his day in the library with Meera who the Starks had welcomed in to their home with open arms especially after Bran telling them how the girl had not only saved his life, but had gotten him back in to Winterfell safely after the death of Hodor and Summer. Bran enjoyed the library. He claimed to have wanted to read about great battles so that he could be prepared for them. There was a sinking feeling in Sansa's stomach that told her, her brother simply didn't want anyone to look at him with pity. He held himself there and he typically didn't leave the second story at all. He went from his room to the library and took his meals wherever it was that he happened to be when the food had been prepared. Meera spent even time with Bran and the free folk. They were in touch with the land. They had wargs. They were interesting and she had now seen white walkers and escaped them. Rickon split his time between hovering around Bran and Meera and hovering around Theon and he seemed better equipped to deal with his separation from Yara, especially when Sansa had gotten a simple letter from Tyrion a month earlier. The letter said 'Alive. –T&Y". It wasn't much but Sansa knew Tyrion wouldn't tell her anything of great importance in a letter that could be received by anyone- especially when Petyr was supposed to be her hand.

Eddard Stark's children placed their relationship with each other above all else. They refused to be separated again. Although each of them very much had their own life there were small things done. Jon would spar with Rickon early in the morning. Sansa and Arya would take a walk together or Arya would spar with Osmund and Sansa would watch and cheer her sister on. Rickon would sit with Bran in the library at night and work on his history or numbers. Sansa had taken to answering her ravens in the library with Bran at the beginning of the day. Rickon and Arya often annoyed Jon or Ramsay together. They all received at least one meal together, meaning that typically their midday meal was taken in the library with Bran. Sansa made sure to get her younger siblings to pray, whether they believed or not. It was something her mother would have done and after her certain change of luck; gaining all of her living siblings, becoming queen of the north and giving birth to a precious daughter she may have been wrong about the Gods abandoning her.

Two months passed and the Tyrells were separating. Lady Olenna was returning to Highgarden. Loras wished to stay at Winterfell awhile longer and Margaery was soon to be off to the Vale. Sansa had gotten Petyr aboard. He was fine in believing that Margaery simply wanted Robin because of his power. He thought that his hold on the boy would be stronger. Besides, helping Sansa meant gaining her favor. He had written back and forth with Yahn and Robin and Robin had been fine with the arrangement since Petyr had suggested it and signed off on it. Sansa made sure to remind Petyr to tell her cousin that no matter what he mustn't stray from the plan and Petyr had thought she meant if he had been forced to go to war and after Sansa had hugged him and planted a lingering kiss on his cheek, he had been all but sedated. Simple.

Two months had gone by and Ramsay Bolton was getting irritated. He spent as much time as possible with Ygritte. She kept him from slitting Orys' throat in his sleep. He had sworn he was fine and at the time he was. It was his thoughts that haunted him. They were constantly comparing the two of them. He couldn't help but think that Orys was a better match for his wife. They were alike. They both could be quite violent. They both had a similar sense of humor. However, Orys got on better with Jon. His temper wasn't as easily provoked. He couldn't help but to think about the beginning of Ygritte's life when Orys and Sansa had been inseparable. Every time the thought threatened to surface he distracted himself. It was harder than before but it could still be done. Orys would be gone in 2 months and he wouldn't have to avoid him in order to spare his life.

Two months had gone by and Ygritte had begun teething. She was typically always fussy now with her swollen and red gums. That meant that Sansa kept her daughter with her throughout the day. She felt like a horrible parent leaving her yelling child with a nanny. Ygritte had become able to eat solid food, although it had to be soft naturally. She had begun to vocalize most vowels. That meant that she was beginning to babble such things as "muh-muh" and "bah-bah". She had also mastered the art of making her voice rise and fall as her parents or aunt/uncles spoke to her or made facial expressions that she enjoyed. Ygritte had begun to bounce when held in a standing position and both of her parents were not prepared for the time when she would begin to stand and then walk on her own. Ygritte also began to know faces apart. She adored her parents, Orys, Jon, Arya, Shae and Bran. She was weary of Rickon, Theon and everyone else. Whenever her teething wasn't bothering her she had begun to show her first signs of separation anxiety. Her black hair had gotten longer and was typically a curly mess on top of her head that made her look even more like her father. Sansa and Ramsay had gotten a septa, Taryne and a nanny, Reila. Taryne was sent for by Lady Olenna and Reila was the bastard daughter of a nearby northern house.

Two months had gone by and Sansa Stark had yet to bleed during either of them… and quite frankly she had no idea how to deal with the possibility that she could be baring another child.

X

Yara Greyjoy looked at Tyrion and then back to Daenerys Targaryen, the dragon queen. Her silver-blonde hair and purple eyes were different. They were strange and foreign, but they seemed to fit her face. On one side of her stood a girl with a round flat face, dusky skin, and eyes like molten gold and on the other stood a man with absolutely no facial hair, though the hair atop his head was short and brown. He was stocky, of medium height and square. He had a serious looking face, on the edge of solemn.

"So you've brought us a hundred ships from the Iron fleet and with men to sail them. In return I suppose you want me to support your claim to the throne in the Iron Islands."

"Among other things," Yara shrugged and Tyrion shot her a look.

"Has the Iron Islands ever had a queen?"

"No more than Westeros," Yara noted the slight movement of her mouth in what could possibly become a smile, "Our uncle Yuron return to the Iron Islands after a long leave, murdered my father and took the salt throne from beneath me. He would have murdered me and my brother had we stayed."

"You have a brother?"

"One."

"And your brother doesn't want the throne?"

"No. He doesn't believe he is fit to rule. It's one of the few things we agree on."

"One of my advisors tell me that your father was a rather terrible king."

"You and I have that in common," Yara snapped.

Daenerys smiled tightly.

"We do," she shrugged, "and both were murdered by a Usurper as well," she turned to the man beside her, "Will a hundred ships be enough?"

"With the fleet you have just acquired it should be- barely."

"Aren't there more than a hundred ships in the Iron Fleet?" Daenerys turned back to Yara.

"There are and my dear old uncle is having more built to sail them to you."

"Why shouldn't I wait for him?"

"The Iron Fleet isn't all he's bringing. He also wants to give you- what did he call it- ah- his big cock," Yara resisted the urge to laugh at the look she was given, "His fleet is accompanied by a marriage proposal. You won't be acquiring one without the other."

"And I assume your offer is free of any marriage demands?"

"I typically don't demand and I'm open to anything really, but I'm already promised to another. Sorry," Yara chuckled and Daenerys looked her up and down, "He killed my father and he would have killed me and if you marry him and take over the seven kingdoms, he'll kill you."

"Right. And you don't want the seven kingdoms?"

"Your ancestors took the Iron Islands and we want you to give them back."

"And that's all?"

"Not even close actually."

Daenerys cut her eyes sharply.

"The north wants their freedom."

"You aren't from the north."

"Aye, but I'm pledged to them."

"So you would like me to release the Iron Islands and the North? You want me to be queen of the five kingdoms?"

"The Iron Islands and the Riverlands are considered one, my lady and they don't want freedom. You'd have five and a half."

Tyrion sighed and resisted the urge to elbow Yara. Daenerys raised an eyebrow.

"Why should I give this ruler of the north their freedom?"

"Not a ruler- a queen. She's the queen of the north and you should give her, her freedom because her kingdom is the only thing standing between your kingdom and the white walkers."

"White walkers?" Daenerys scoffed.

"Yes," Yara said dryly, "Almost as unbelievable as dragons, don't you think?"

"So this queen-"

"Sansa Stark," Yara inserted.

"Sansa," she repeated, "She wants their freedom in order to protect the realm from nightwalkers? You want your Islands and is there more?"

"We'd like you to join the north should the white walkers come. You have dragons after all. All of that fire would prove useful."

"That would be my duty as queen to defend my people."

"Just the two other conditions then."

Daenerys shook her head and chuckled and Yara smirked. She turned to the man next to her.

"Also," Yara added, "I may want you to help me murder an uncle or two who doesn't believe a woman should rule."

"Reasonable."

"What if everyone demands their independence?" the man beside her asked.

"She's not demanding she's asking."

"And," Yara interrupted, "the queen of the north has dealt with a couple of those issues. She's subdued Highgarden, The Vale and The Riverlands and she's in the process of eliminating the Lannisters that hold Casterly Rock and forming an allegiance with Dorne."

"So she's formed alliances with 3 of the seven kingdoms and is attempting to make it 4 while she holds the 5th."

"Yes and she plans on killing the Lannisters so you should only have resistance from the Baratheons should you form an alliance with her."

"And with all of these alliances why doesn't she take the Iron throne?"

"She has no use for it. She simply wants to live in the north in peace. She made alliances to protect her daughter and her siblings. The current ruler murdered her parents and eldest brother. She just wants to be able to protect herself. If she submits to you so will the people with her."

Daenerys searched her memory.

"Stark? This Sansa of yours is the child of Eddard Stark that took part in the rebellion against my ancestors."

"To save his sister. It was the Lannisters that killed Aerys and his children however, and if it helps those same Lannisters killed Eddard and attempted to murder his children as well. Good thing we aren't our fathers."

"History repeated itself."

"I hope that isn't the case. I'd rather hate for you to get stabbed in the back by your own guard."

Daenerys shook her head and then leaned her face on her hands for a while.

"So I will have to give The Iron Islands and The North their independence. I will swear to help defeat the white walkers and I will help you take over the Iron Islands. In return I will receive The Eyrie, Storm's End, Casterly Rock, Highgarden, Riverrun and Sunspear," she paused as if in thought, "Our fathers were evil men. They left the world worse than they found it. We aren't going to do that. We're going to leave the world better than we found it," she stood up, "You will support my claim as queen of the seven kingdoms as will your queen in the north. And you will have your freedom- the both of you- as long as you respect the integrity of the seven kingdoms. There will be no more raving and raping from you and from your friend who sent you on her behalf, her alliances had better bend the knee and if either of you decide you do want the crown I will wipe your homes off of the map of the seven kingdoms."

"You want us to change our way of life?" Yara had drowned out after the no more raving and raping.

"It's not your way of life anymore," Daenerys made her way down stairs and to her.

Yara sighed.

"No more," she agreed.

Daenerys offered her hand.

"One more thing," Yara added.

"What?"

"I also need a pardon- just one."

"A pardon? For who?"

"Me," Tyrion raised his hand and she looked at him, "Pleased to meet you your grace. I'm Tyrion Lannister."

X

Ramsay put a hand on Sansa's elbow and pushed lightly on it. She rested it slightly before letting her arrow fly. They were still working on her crossbow training. Arya sat watching them with Rickon on one side of her and Bran on the other. Jon stood behind them. He'd made his younger siblings bring out chairs. He'd refused to allow them to sit in the snow. They'd catch their death and then Sansa would make sure that he caught his.

"So what do you guys think of Ramsay?" Jon asked.

It had been a question that toyed on his mind a lot and now that they were all together he felt fine with asking.

"I like him," Arya answered first, "He protects Sansa and he dotes on Ygritte."

"He's rash," Bran said his eyes trained on the man before him, "but Sansa makes him softer."

"He'd kill for her," Rickon said simply.

"I know that he'll protect her," Jon admitted, "but the other aspects of his personality-"

"Don't matter," Bran interrupted, "If he won't hurt Sansa or their offspring or us."

"But he flays men."

"Yes and in some far away kingdom they eat them," Bran shrugged, "I wouldn't dwell on it if he doesn't do it often."

"I like him," Arya repeated.

"So do I," Bran said.

Rickon nodded and Jon sighed. The children had spoken and Bran and Arya were typically good judges of character. Maybe he was still put off by the way he had even gotten married to her. His father had killed their brother. Then there was the fact that his sister had killed Ramsay's father. Jon assumed that meant justice had been served in some way.

Jon hadn't even noticed Ramsay approach them until Rickon and Arya hopped up. He handed Sansa's crossbow to Arya. Somewhere behind them Sansa was collecting the arrows she'd shot.

"Your turn," he told the younger Stark girl.

"I'm not very good with long distance attacks. I'm sure Sansa told you that."

"Yes, well that's why it's called practice. No excuse, Arya. Take aim. I'll teach you."

Arya rolled her eyes and Ramsay flicked her on the forehead before she huffed off towards her sister.

"I'll work with you two later," Ramsay motioned to Rickon and Bran.

Bran raised an eyebrow.

"You can shoot a crossbow from anywhere. It won't be fair if I subject Sansa, Arya and Rickon to training and not you," Ramsay said simply, "You're not broken, Bran. You don't get special treatment."

With that Ramsay ruffled Rickon's hair, nodded once at Jon and turned on his heels to help Arya.

"Yes," Bran said watching him leave, "I definitely like him."

Jon smiled.

X

Tyrion watched the waves hit the land. Yara had just barely gotten him pardoned and he had to admit, she had done well in her negotiation. She had defended Sansa without actually having to defend her and she had made valid points. Daenerys was a Targaryen. She had dragons that would help with the White Walkers. That gave Sansa all that she needed to believe in her… and of course the fact that it meant someone would take over from the Lannisters. She had Unsullied and Dothraki at her command- thousands of both. If she did prove to be as mad as the mad king had been Sansa would need to call on all of her alliances again. Hopefully, it wouldn't come to that.

He heard a whistle and turned around to come face to face with Varys. Varys was a eunuch; a plump, completely bald, effeminate eunuch. He still looked as if he powdered his face and still smelt of lilacs. He was wearing fine silks in outrageous colors and soft slippers that most likely allowed him to walk without making any sound.

Tyrion nudged his head away from the water and the two men begun walking.

"Glad to see you're still alive," Varys said simply.

"I could say the same for you."

"Yes, well I come with news."

"You always do."

Varys shrugged and Tyrion smiled. This is what he had been waiting for.

X

Ramsay collapsed on to the bed he shared with his wife and took her in. He was still always out of the bath first. They'd retreated to their room, somehow gotten Ygritte to sleep and then bathed together. The day was a boring one, but sometimes boring was good. Neither he nor Sansa had gotten any other word from the Lannisters and it was beginning to piss him off. They hadn't heard of men traveling. They hadn't heard of bannermen being called. They hadn't heard anything. The Lannisters were off the grid. The Tyrells had been deemed traitors, but that was really to be expected.

He watched Sansa finally climb out of the bath and pull on her nightgown. He opened his arms to her and she walked over and stood between his legs. He wrapped his arms around her waist and her arms went to his shoulders.

"You're gaining weight," he smirked before pulling his head back and looking up his wife.

She looked down at him, her face reddening, her damp hair clinging to her face. He reached a hand up and began to twirl some of her hair around one of his fingers.

"Ramsay."

"Yes?"

"I haven't bled in two months."

"I know," he smirked and pulled his finger free of her hair making a temporary curl.

He reached for another piece and began to wrap it around his finger

"How do you know?"

"I remember when I can't bed you for significant periods of time," he shrugged, "not that blood bothers me," he added, "I've been covered in the blood of plenty of people. It's been all over my hair and body. I've had the blood of my enemies in my eyes and on some especially horrid occasions my mouth," he pulled his hair free again and stretched his neck up, placing a kiss on Sansa's collarbone.

"Focus," she giggled.

"I'm focused. You haven't bled in two moons."

"Well, what if I'm bearing another child?"

"Then we'll have another child."

Ramsay placed his hands on his wife's waist and guided her in to a sitting position on to his knee.

"Are we ready to have another child? Ygritte isn't even walking."

"You're not excited?" he raised an eyebrow.

"I-," she opened her mouth and then closed it.

Ramsay sighed and shook his head, fixing his gaze on their bedroom door.

"Seriously?"

"I'm worried," she admitted.

"About?"

"Can we handle another child? Now?"

"Yes," he said stiffly, "We can. Besides that was sort of the point," he looked back at Sansa and she noticed the way his eyes hooded, "I recall when our darling daughter was a moon of this world and I told you that we were beginning to work on a son."

Sansa mentally cursed. She'd forgotten that.

"What if it isn't a son?" she retorted.

"Then we have another princess," Ramsay collapsed on to his back, "Why do you ask me such stupid questions."

"Maybe I'm not baring a child."

"Maybe you are and it won't be the end of the damned world, Sansa. You should be happy that we'll have another perfect child."

"Happy? You don't have to deal with your body changing or child birth."

"But I have to deal with you," he retorted.

Sansa stood back up and headed for the door.

Ramsay was pissed. They were having another child and Sansa was acting as if it would be the end of the damned world. She had certainly put a dampening on his high spirits. He'd noticed her subtle changes. He was just waiting for her to notice. Ramsay sat up quickly and grabbed one of Sansa's hands in one of his before she could get very far. He yanked her back in between his legs.

"You will be fine. I will be fine. Our children will be fine. Our family, Sansa, will be fine. You're not alone. You will never be alone again. Understand?"

Sansa let her head fall backwards and she just stared at the ceiling. Ramsay ran a hand up one of her arms and grabbed her face in the other, jerking it down to look at him.

"Answer me," he growled.

She nodded.

"Do you not want this child?" he asked softer.

"Of course I do," she sighed, "I'm fine now. I was just worried."

"About?"

"About bearing another daughter, about how'd you feel and we haven't even dealt with the Lannisters. What if we lose? What will happen to our children?"

Ramsay looked at Sansa choosing his words carefully. She wasn't normally so… worried. She typically oozed confidence. This was a new Sansa. It was different.

"I meant what I said about loving all of our children no matter what they're like or their gender. I will never be upset with you for bearing our children," he tilted her head down, "and no one is going to touch you or those children. Understand?"

"I understand."

Had Sansa lost her mind? There was no one in the seven kingdoms that would ever touch their children, especially not when he still had breath in his body. He would kill the entire north if he needed to and he wouldn't bat a damn eye about it. It was the two of them and their children. The rest of the world was simply there. He could care less about the rest of the lot. This right here in their bedroom was what mattered and boy or girl, this child was going to be fine and so would Ygritte and his wife.

"You're an idiot," he glowered and then he planted one rough kiss to her lips.

"How do you feel?"

"Ecstatic," he shrugged, "Only 13 more to go now."

"You're an idiot," Sansa threw his words back at him and smirked and Ramsay let his hands trail down her back and to the hem of her gown.

She raised an eyebrow.

"It's not like you can get pregnant," he offered.

Sansa laughed, but climbed in to her husband's lap.

X

The next morning Sansa had her family in the Godswood. Prayer. That was what she needed prayer. They lined up on their knees from oldest to youngest; Jon, Ramsay, Sansa, Arya, Bran and Rickon. Bran didn't kneel, but sat between his siblings all the same. She and Ramsay had decided not to tell anyone of the possible life she was carrying until she was sure she would carry to term. The exception to that was the Starks. They'd told her siblings first thing that morning and everyone seemed more or less pleased.

When they finished off their prayers they sat around.

"Do you pray to the old Gods or the new ones?" Sansa asked her siblings idly.

Their parents practiced both religions.

"Old," Arya and Rickon answered at the same time and then laughed.

"Old," Jon nodded.

Bran simply nodded silently.

"Me too," Sansa admitted, "I pray to the mother."

"I pray to the father," Jon shrugged, "that I make the right decisions as your Master of Laws."

"The Crone," Bran said simply.

"The Stranger," Arya said immediately.

"The Maiden," was Rickon's answer.

"The Warrior," was Ramsay's.

Sansa thought about that- how strange it was that they all had a favorite of the seven that they prayed to more than the others. The God they prayed to out of the seven strangely described them. It was strange how fitting it was.

The mother for Sansa. The Mother represented mercy, peace, fertility, and childbirth. She was sometimes referred to as the strength of women. Apart from human fertility, she also blessed crops with bountiful harvests. Those were all the things Sansa as a queen would need for both herself and the north.

The father for Jon. The father represented divine justice and was known to judge the souls of the dead. Jon was a just man. He tried to be anyway, even when it had gotten him murdered. He'd taken that from Eddard Stark no doubt.

The crone for Bran. The crone represented foresight and wisdom. Bran had a gift. He could warg and his greensight was getting better with the days. Wargs were people with the ability to enter the minds of animals and perceive the world through their senses and even control their actions. Greensight was his ability to perceive future, past, or contemporary but distant events in dreams. With those gifts came much responsibility and it just made sense for Bran to pray for wisdom on how to utilize his gifts.

The stranger for Arya. The Stranger represented death and the unknown. The Stranger was depicted as neither male nor female, thus the number of male and female aspects within the godhead were equal: three males (Father, Warrior, Smith), three females (Maiden, Mother, Crone), and one who was neither. The stranger represented the unknown and since Arya only believed in that one of the seven it was easily to know that was who she prayed to. She made no attempt to hide that she believed there was only one true God and it was death.

The Maiden for Rickon. The Maiden represented purity, innocence, love, and beauty. She protected the chastity of virgins, as well as protecting the innocent in general. Rickon was still innocent. He was still a child, despite what he had been through.

The Warrior for Ramsay. The Warrior represents strength and courage in battle, two things Ramsay liked to prove he had a lot of. The man who was always prepared to walk on to a battlefield prayed to a God specialized in that sort of thing. How fitting.

No one had claimed to pray to the Smith that represented creation and craftsmanship and granted workers the strength to continue their labors. Sansa decided she would begin to pray to him more in regards to the north of course.

When she thought about it, the entire thing was sort of fitting. They were all as different as the Gods they prayed to. They all held something in regards to the type of Gods they worshipped. They each stood for something similar in their minds. They were in no way Gods and they would never attempt to say that they were, but they did fit together more or less and here in the north, they needed all seven.

A/N: Originally this chapter was supposed to end after Sansa and Ramsay's talk, but I was reading about the seven and I was like heeeeyyy- the Starks all basically stand for this stuff. Lol. I thought of Robb with the warrior but obviously he isn't around anymore. ALSO, Ygritte is five months. Women can become pregnant within 25 days of giving birth and can begin showing as early as 6 to 9 weeks. In my head Sansa became pregnant the morning after the attack by the Lannisters when she and Ramsay were all needy. There won't be a Sansa pregnancy every so many chapter either. This will be it for A WHILE. Promise.

ALSO, I understand that I do a lot of time jumps like "a week passed" and "two months passed" but I just don't feel comfortable writing day by day. I feel like by skipping time I'm giving my characters more room to grow and get in a rhythm. If I went day by day. It would have been a month and Sansa and Ramsay would be happily in love and so much would have happened in that time that it would just be unbelievable. (They've been married 19 months now btw. I keep track of every single time hop I do) It also makes me feel better about going to different P. . I would have felt weird if I would have written this chapter about Tyrion and Yara and literally two days ago they'd just left the north. It helps me with getting characters from point A to point B when traveling and gives me room to change how the characters interact with each other. K. That's all. Thank you to everyone who reads, follows, favorites, or/and reviews. I appreciate it all and I apologize for this long A/N.

UPDATE: Meera has been mentioned and I will elaborate on her in the next chapter! Promise!