The dice was low and the men was standing nervous behind me at the edge of the forest. No one made a single sound, only heavy breathing. "My lady, where is he?" The Karstark knight, Aroon, asked worried.
"He will be here." I answered, not moving my eyes away from the open field.
Minutes later horns were blowing and in the distance Ramsays army came marching out on the field. We were clearly outnumbered, but my face stayed strong. The Boltons stopped and Ramsay came riding in front. In his hand he held a rope and at the end of the rope a boy was dragged with. Curls were covering his face, but something was very familiar with the young boy. Ramsay jumped off his horse and pulled the boy towards him and held up his knife. My hands tightened around the rains and my heart almost stopped for a second, but Ramsay cut the ropes loose and the boy began to run towards us. As Ramsay received a bow, I understood his intentions. I kicked my horse into full gallop and held my eyes on the boy running for his life. As I got closer I recognised the boy... Rickon Stark. The whole situation became more stressful and my heart was beating so loud, that it was the only thing I could hear. Arrows were landing closer and closer to Rickon, but I was so close to reach the little boy. As both reached our hands out to grab each other, an arrow pierced Rickons heart and he fell on the ground with blood dripping out of his mouth. His eyes met mine one last time before the life slipped out of them and my heart felt ripped out of my chest. I looked up and gave Ramsay an look of death. He only responded with a smug and satisfied smile.
"No! Don't do it!" Aroon shouted in the distance, but my eyes only focused on Ramsay and in fury I galloped towards Ramsay screaming in anger. Arrows came flying through the air and my horse went down hard. As I rose up my head was spinning and a stinging noise rang in my ears. When I finally came back to myself, a wall of soldiers on horses met me. Horses and men clashed together and everything was total chaos.
I grabbed my sword and began swinging it at everyone not on my side while ducking away from the wild horses at the same time. My only goal was to reach Ramsay and take his head, but I would be exhausted before even reaching halfway.
"We will never win this, my lady!" A desperate voice shouted before being hacked down by the enemy. The Bolton soldiers surrounded our army and pushed us all together. "How will you solve this, Kristyna?" Theon asked worried as the Boltons pushed us closer to each other.
"I don't know!" I shouted and swung my sword as one of the Boltons came a bit to close.
When everything seemed like it was lost, horns were blowing again and from the ridge soldiers on horses with banners from the Vale and the Stark banner came galloping towards us. In the lead Jon Snow was riding on his black stallion."We're saved." I gasped almost on brick of crying.
The forces from the Vale and those Jon had gathered had manage to quickly take down Ramsays army, but as the coward he was he had fled back to Winterfell.
"Jon..." I whispered with teary eyes. He looked at me long before running towards me and grabbed me tight.
"You're alive." He whispered.
"So are you." I sobbed. "We need to continue this later. Ramsays still alive, Jon."
Jon nodded in agreement and let go of me. I turned around to the tired and bloody men standing behind me. "Today we have won! When it looked dark and everything lost, you never gave up! I thank the Gods for your help, for your trust and your braveness. Now it's my turn to repay all of you. I will put Ramsays head on display for all of you to see. Soon the North will be free again." I shouted and jumped on a horse next to me. The men began to cheer and the Karstark soldiers began to shout: "Queen in the North!" The other Knights and soldiers repeated the same as I, Jon, a giant and a handful of soldiers began to gallop to the gate.
"Wun Wun, break the gate." Jon commanded, looking at the huge giant.
The giant roared and hit the gate with his fists. Winterfells gate was strong, but with enough hits from a giant it would break eventually. Five hits from the giant was enough and the gate flew open. Arrows flew through the air and hit Wun Wun, but the giant stormed inside like nothing had happened. Only one arrow stopped the giant... Ramsay had shot him right in the eye and Wun Wun face planted.
"Enough Ramsay!" I shouted as I stood in front of him.
His face had the smug smile on it. "I'll give you one more chance to come back to me, Kristyna."
"You've lost, Ramsay!"
"I haven't lost just yet." He said and shot an arrow, but I manage to grab a shield for protection before the arrow could reach my body. For each arrow he shot, I managed to get closer and closer to Ramsay. As I got close enough I slammed my shield in his face, making him fall to the ground. Repeatedly I hit him in the face with the shield. When Ramsays face was bloody and beaten, I threw the shield away and looked at him with tears of anger.
"How could you? It was meant to be us. You, me and maybe a son or two." He mumbled and looked me deep in the eyes.
"I never loved you, Ramsay. You and your cruel father killed Robb and claimed Winterfell as your own. You killed the people I loved the most in this world. But of course you were stupid enough to think the wife of a Stark would just forget about the betrayal and the killing of her own family. It was never meant to be us."
"What's your orders?" Jon asked, looking hateful at Ramsay.
"Burn the Bolton banners, imprison those loyal to Ramsay and chain this monster up. As for the rest of you, look for the wounded and gather the dead."
"Yes, your grace." The soldiers agreed and began to do as they were told.
"Jon come with me." I said reaching out my hand as I jumped on a horse. Jon took my hand and jumped on behind me. I had to show him the dead body of little Rickon, even though I didn't want to put any more weight on his shoulders.
As we reached where Rickons body was laying, Jon jumped of my horse and took the lifeless body in his hands. "How?" He muttered.
"They must have found him and kept him hidden. I tried to save him, Jon."
Jon put down Rickon and turned towards me. I couldn't stop the tears from falling and he took me gentle in his arms. " I can't do this anymore. I can't see those I love die all the time."
"You have to be strong, Kristyna. The war is far from over yet and we need to be ready. The winter is coming and the dead comes with it."
I looked up at Jon and wiped my tears. "Rickon needs an proper burial and as for the rest of the dead..."
"Burn them." Jon said with fright in his eyes.
