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I should now point out that this is when my story begins to move away from the show a lot, so if you're confused at any point just let me know and I'll try and explain it to you.
Nieva sat upon the floor with her knees up to her chest, her arms securely around them as she stared at the dying embers within the hearth. Her eyes stinging from the tears they held within them.
She could still hear the chanting and cheering from outside as the Freys and the Boltons celebrated their victory over the Starks.
Her aunts blood felt itchy and heavy on her hands but her body felt too numb to care.
She'd woken up in her chambers with Roose Bolton standing over her, she'd immediately went to attack him only to be forced onto the ground by him as he tried to explain why he worked against her family, but she didn't want to hear any of it.
The back of her head still throbbed slightly from where the pommell of a sword had hit her. She could still taste blood at the back of her tongue from where she'd ripped a chunk of flesh from Roose Boltons shoulder in an attempt to get free of his hold.
She welcomed the cold that came with the dying fire, she was a wolf, they survived best in the Winter.
She didn't even jump nor turn when the door to her chambers flew open, smacking into the wall behind it.
"Wife! Get undressed and get on the bed" Willamen snarled as the door slammed shut behind him and locked it. "I want to celebrate my fathers win by putting his heir inside of you"
"No" Nieva spoke, her voice monotone as her eyes continued to stare at the amber still clinging to life.
"What did you say?" Willamen shouted, his words slurred with wine and ale.
"I said no" Nieva repeated.
She didn't even flinch as his footsteps marched over to her and grasped her by the hair, pulling her to her feet. His fist hit her stomach knocking the wind out of her but she refused to give him the satisfaction of making a sound.
He kicked the back of her legs until she was on her knees before him, then drunkenly tried to force his cock into her mouth.
"You're my wolf bitch, remember..." Her husband cried out in pain as she bit down harshly upon his cock before he pushed her to the floor and quickly put his now bleeding cock back inside his pants. "You'll pay for that you little whore"
"I have nothing left to lose!" Nieva snarled. "You can't hurt me anymore"
"Oh but you do" her husband smirked a cruel and devilish smirk. "As I remember your cousin Sansa is still with the Lannisters"
Nieva glared up at her husband. "The Lannisters will not let anything happen to Sansa, they need her to claim back the North. Plus she is now a Lannister, you'd never get her"
"What about your other cousin...the bastard?" Her husband grinned.
This time Nieva smirked up at him as she slowly got to her feet. "He's a man of the nights watch, if you want to take them on. Be my guest"
Her husband glared down at her, his lips pulled back in a vicious snarl. "So go a head do your worst" she growled, her arms spread wide leaving her open for his attack.
He charged at her, the wine he'd consumed making his steps sloppy and predictable. Just as he was about to reach her she grabbed the hot poker she'd had sitting amongst the embers and brought it up to slash against his face. He fell to his knees beside the fire, groaning in agony.
Nieva smirked as she remembered he'd locked the door. She thought quickly and used his drunkenness to her advantage. She pressed both her knees against his back to hold him to the hearth before she gripped the back of his head and shoved his face deep into the still burning coals. Luckily the ashes that filled his mouth masked his screams of pain
The smell of burning flesh was enough to make her want to gag as she pulled him back from the fire before she grabbed the wine pitcher from the top of the mantle piece and brought it down onto the back of his head, just like his brother had done to her.
He lay dazed and confused upon the floor giving Nieva enough time to move to the top of the bed and grab what she needed before she made her way back down to where he lay. His nose and cheeks were badly burned as were both of his lips.
She grabbed the pillow and shoved it over his face, using her knees to keep his arms pinned to the bed like Jon had showed her how to keep a man on the ground using her entire body weight when they'd been combat training. She remembered how she'd winded him badly by pushing her knee into his chest.
At first he didn't struggle but then as it got harder for him to breath he began to struggle against her but the drink and the blow to his head made it easy for her to overpower him.
She felt a sense of relief and pride as she pulled the pillow away to see what remained of his lips had now turned a slight blue colour, his eyes stared up into nothing.
She quickly climbed off him and threw the pillow back onto the bed. She moved back until her back came into contact with the end of the bed. She brought her knees up to her chest and lay her forehead against them as sobs began to shake her body.
She didn't cry for the monster, or for his death. She cried because she was ashamed that it had taken the slaughter of the woman she'd called her mother and the young man she'd called her brother to realise she had forgotten why they called her the she wolf of the North, because she protected her pack to the death and would be ruthless in punishing anyone who would harm them, a duty which she had now failed to do.
Nieva knew a maid would be in before long to check if their fire was still burning. Nieva knew if she was going to get out of this horrific place it would have to be now.
She quickly cleaned as much of the blood from her hands as she could before she changed from her blood stained light blue dress into a darker grey one.
She grabbed the dagger her Uncle Benjen had given her from under the bed which she'd managed to keep secret from her husband and secured it onto her thigh.
She took one of her husbands Frey cloaks from the closet, making sure that it had a hood before she unlocked the door. She was about to open it when she turned back around and walked over to where her husband lay. Without hesitating she spat upon his corpse.
"You messed with the wrong" she growled before she silently slipped from the room.
She stuck to the shadows, and waited until a large crowd had moved before she attempted to move from her spot.
She knew the most dangerous bit would be once she was out of the castle gates as a number of her cousins Bannermen would recognise her and hand her back to Lord Frey.
She managed to follow behind a bunch of Frey servants and out through the side door of the kitchen which was directly opposite the stables.
She waited until a cart pulling the corpses of Stark men passed by before she sprinted across the yard to the stables.
She could hear Eirra yapping happily as she'd obviously smelled her mistress coming. She quickly unlatched the pen holding Eirra who whined happily at her appearance. The blood of Grey Wind still lay on the floor of the pen beside Eirra, she remembered she wasn't the only one who lost family, her direwolf lost her closest brother.
"We have to be quiet girl" she whispered running along to the stables to the pen she remembered putting Frost into.
She was appalled at the state they allowed Frost to get into, he was flea ridden, with mange upon his hind legs. His mane was dirty and matted as was his tail but he still looked well fed, still looked strong. He looked pleased to see her as he tossed his head from side to side
"Can you still run boy?" She whispered.
As if to answer her Frost stamped his hoof upon the ground and whined slightly.
"Good to hear" she said opening the stable and allowing him to walk out.
She ran and grabbed his saddle which had become dust and dirty, not that she cared anymore.
She was careful when she put it on his back but he seemed to adjust well to the saddle as she fastened it as tight as she could without hurting him before she mounted him with a wide smile.
"Eirra, clear the way" she ordered looking down at the night black wolf who only let out a small, sharp growl and ran off for the entrance of the stables.
"Follow her Frost" Nieva ordered kicking him gently
She had almost forgotten how fast her horse could run as he took off after the direwolf who ran a head.
Nieva knew it was risky going across the bridge, but she knew it was the only way.
"Frost, lets see if you still have it" she said before she kicked her horse faster towards the bridge. Unfortunately the change in speed caused her hood to fall just as she was passing a tent full of Bolton men.
"That's the Stark girl" one of them drunkenly shouted out.
"It can't be she's dead" Another cackled after him, that was until he saw the direwolf running a head of her. "Shit she was a Stark girl, that's Nieva"
Panic and chaos ensued behind her as she rode hard and fast for the bridge. Her heart was in her stomach the moment she rode onto the bridge, hearing stories about the Freys victories over armies that tried to cross it made her suddenly wary.
She winced as an arrow suddenly flew past her ear.
"Come on Frost, faster" she shouted hoping that whoever was shooting at her was too drunk to have any aim.
The moment she was over the other side of the bridge, she almost wept for joy, but the thundering of hooves behind her caused her to panic. The Bolton men had obviously decided to try and pursue her.
She knew the only way she would get rid of them now, was a decoy.
"Ride for the wall, don't stop" she leaned down and whispered into the horses ear, hoping he was intelligent enough to understand exactly what she was saying.
She waited until she was in a very heavily wooded area before she removed her feet from the stirrups and slid from the saddle and rolled into the undergrowth beneath a tree. Frost continued to gallop in the other direction, faster now without her weight.
Eirra however stopped in her tracks and ran back to be side her mistress.
"No Eirra go with Frost, go!" Nieva shouted, she could hear the horses of the men coming closer. "I'll find you, go"
The wolf looked hesitant and anxious before it too turned and made it's way after the horse.
Nieva curled herself into a ball with her cloak draped over her, hoping the cover of darkness and their intoxication would keep her hidden from them.
She could feel their hooves shaking the ground around her as they rode past making her close her eyes tightly in fear. The sound around her was like the worst thunder storm she'd ever witnessed, until it slowly faded into the distance.
Nieva glanced up to see them still riding after Frost and Eirra.
She almost sobbed in relief as she checked to see if anymore men were coming and saw the road was clear.
She began to sprint in the other direction, where their campsite used to be and hopefully away from the Twins for good.
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