To say that Sansa had been livid would be an understatement. She had all but lost her mind when she had gotten word that Ramsay would not be returning home. He had thrown away the opportunity to retreat in to her arms and meet his two newly born babes. He had decided to lay siege to Casterly Rock instead. Sansa had been angry. She had been angry and then disappointed and then sad. She had cried and ranted and raved and then she had decided that no matter what it was Ramsay had planned she would be returning home to Winterfell when her children had reached 6 moons of the world. That would surely be old enough to make the journey with a maester and all the warmth that they needed. She wasn't going to sit around waiting for his return when she could be in the halls of her home with Rickon and Bran and her people.

Ramsay had sent Brienne back to the Eyrie to be with Sansa. Tormund and Brarton had gone off to meet Ramsay at Casterly Rock. Shale had remained at the twins with Bronn. Willard remained at Riverrun. He was moving his key players and it was making Sansa fidgety. Her husband was giving her no rest. The highlight of her life was her children. Ygritte had reached and passed her first name day and began to not only stand on her own but to walk although it was wobbling mess that set Sansa on edge.

As she continued to become more mobile, her interest in noisy, boisterous activities seemed to increase over night. Communication was becoming more two-way now. For example, If asked where her nose was, she could point to it. As her understanding grew Sansa had begun to teach her little angel manners, such as repeating the words please and thank you to her. Ygritte could officially be persuaded to save her play things, despite her current phase. She was at that place in her life where everything was hers. If it was hers it belonged to her. If she liked it or it was left unattended it was hers.

Ygritte had grown much more hair since the 5 moons Ramsay had been missing. Her eyes seemed to darken with age and were now a deep blue, unlike those of Domeric that were still a light blue-gray.

Sansa's boys latched rather easily, Robb more than Domeric and they still slept the night fully through. Sansa thought that she was finding a balance between the three of her children and that was what she focused on instead of her husband despite how much she wanted to focus on him. She knew that he would do exactly what it was he thought best despite her personally feelings on the matter.

X

Ramsay ran through the gates of King's Landing, an array of men following him inside. He drew his sword. Flames rained down around him like nothing he had ever seen. He didn't have time to pause. He could care less about the battle that was raging on around him. He continued quickly down the main street, Brarton and The Hound on one side of him and Jon and Osmund on the other. He was sure Arya and the two remaining Sand Snakes were behind him.

It had taken an entire month but he was within the kingdom, no small feat. He had done great if he did think so himself. He had sedated lady Olenna with word of Cersei's untimely death. He still had Tywin and Jaime in his custody and they would remain there until he reached Riverrun.

When Ramsay kicked open the doors to the castle he was met with far more bloodshed than that outside. Osmund, Brarton and the Sand Snakes made quick work of the knights between them and the throne room and when Ramsay pushed the door open so hard they flew open and crashed in to the wall he was faced with two screaming women and a scared little boy that he was sure was Tommen Baratheon. Ramsay walked up to the boy and grabbed him by his armor, yanking him in to him. The women screamed again.

"Quiet!" he snapped.

Tommen looked rapidly around at Jon and Arya who were still near the door.

"Your brother and mother are dead. Your grandfather and uncle are prisoners of war. You will bow or you will fall, Little Lannister. Make your choice now!" Ramsay looked back at the ajar door when he heard what sounded like a hiss loud enough to shake even him to the core, "Now!" he shouted in the boys face.

"I s-s- I surrender!" he nodded his head quickly.

"You're a prisoner of house Bolton, boy," Ramsay dropped him and snatched his crown off of his head.

"Grab him, Jon," Ramsay looked down at the piece of gold in his hand.

Pathetic. He turned the thing over. Men, women and children died and killed for this stupid thing. He looked up at the iron throne. The thing was hideous and looked to be uncomfortable. Ramsay made his way to the thing anyway, across the floor and up the stairs, aware of the way that Arya and Jon were watching him. He could take it all. He could put the crown on his head and sit in the stupid chair and who would remove him? He walked around the chair slowly ignoring the screams that echoed through the castle and the sniffing that the boy king was doing. Ramsay dusted off the top of the chair and stuck his hand through the crown so that it rested on his arm.

Arya and Jon collectively moved away from the door, dragging Tommen with them when a series of men in full armor raced through the door of the throne room. A series of at least 20 men on horseback, clad in their rag like clothing followed them in, screeching at the top of their lungs. Ramsay smiled, a large, sadistic smile.

Jon and Arya were not amused as they held the hilt of their swords tightly.

"What an entrance!" Ramsay clapped his hands together as the people that had just entered parted.

A girl with big curly hair entered with a man beside her in a similar armor to those that had entered long before him. The walked in and up to the bottom of the stairs before pausing.

And then in she walked.

"Queen Daenerys Targaryen!" Ramsay smirked at her, "Your throne awaits!"

He noticed Yara and Tyrion walk in behind her with Osmund, The Sand Snakes and Brarton in tow.

Daenerys looked around the throne room before walking through her people. Ramsay's own people followed her to the foot of the stairs. She took the two steps slowly as if attempting to take everything in before turning around and slowly sitting on the iron throne.

Ramsay could slit her throat now. The thought surely crossed his mind. He bit his bottom lip and cast a look at Jon… before placing the crown on the Dragon Queen's head of silver hair.

A/N: Thank you to everyone that reads, follows, favorites and/or reviews! It is all appreciated! I also want to say thank you to everyone that has wished me well. Life is getting much better. I have a new laptop and my ticket was paid today and I finally sat down, reread this entire fic and got my timeline together soo hopefully I'll be back to updating regularly.