*GREAT JON*

The battle begins with arrows and it ends thus. After the initial volley and two more a truce is called by those that were ambushed. A man of my years and his squire ask for terms, they both wear the Crimson and gold of house Lannister.

" They are simple ", I say in a voice that carries. " Lay down your arms, those that were conscripted may depart for places from whence you came OR you can join the armies of the Northern and Southern Queens.

*CARIN, Second Cousin to the deceased Lord Tywin*

" So, it be true that two Queens have risen from across the sea." " We surrender our arms to thee, we cannot combat against dragons, our dragon slaying equipment was left when we left the road."

*BOLTON FOOL*

A rangy youth with milky brown eyes and a sneer approaches with malice in his eyes. " You do not speak for Lord Bolton, Lannister, we do not yield ! "

*GREAT JON*

" Is that your final word ?"

*BOLTON FOOL*

" It is."

*GREAT JON*

" Very well." It was not until my broadsword whispered out of it's scabbard and did I swing it with a mighty stroke did his eyes register that his head was no longer sitting upon his shoulders. His arms flapped and fingers clawed and he even took a partial step forward before his body understood it was no longer living, that it did careen to flop and twist like a landed fish upon the shore.

" Anyone else wish to come forward and renounce this surrender ? "

Not a whisper of sound only the beating of dragons wings form above. Satisfied I clean the blood from my blade and replace it on my back.

The Queens will be pleased as I walk among the dead and dying offering the gift of mercy for those who ask of it or are beyond the asking. The walking wounded are treated and then I come upon the body of a young man. His blue eyes staring into realms not of the living. An arrow protrudes from his chest.

His face is known to me, from a village not four days march from here. I was going to come for him before this business with five kings. He is...was...my bastard. I would have him trained at arms and at least had him enjoy the comforts of my walls if not my name. Too late am I to offer him my help and hearth. Another ghost to haunt my dreams, I hope in the realm he now walks he chooses to follow my old friend Ned and not that arrogant arsehole Tywin, he would look better in Stark grey then he ever would in crimson.

*ANOTHER CRUSTY OLD BASTARD*

" That strappling you were moonin' o'er, Jon, should I be packin' em off to the Tower fer proper buryin' or should I let the dragons do em ? " " Dunna be thinkin' I dunna know who he is now, Jon, give em in death what you did not give in life. "

*GREAT JON*

Had any other man spoken to me in such a manner I would have heard the steel song of yet another head cleaving from yet another neck. But this crusty old shit knows me well. He has served me as he served my father before me. He is grisled with years and scarring and has missing fingertips on his weaker hand. He has only one eye the other lost in a long ago battle or dueling with a suitor of a maiden fair he had eyes for long years ago. Depending on his mood or how much mead or ale sloshed in his swelled belly. I happen to know for fact he lost it repelling against an attack by some wildings that were raiding during the last winter. According to my remembering, he should be nigh past seventy name days yet he fights and rousts the men as one a third his years.

When death takes him it will be a sore loss for my house and the North. I watch as he orders some men to collect the body, now wrapped in a cloak of Stark grey. He cuffs one of the soundly that didn't show enough care in loading the mans body into an ox cart.

And so I watch as my son makes his final journey as the cart bumps slowly through the wood to seek the road a day behind us.

*SOUZAHN*

It is I who flies back with news for my mothers...It is how I refer to the in my head. Dany saved me from a miserable life. Sansa insisted that I learn the ways of the highborn because as their ward I AM highborn now. I love the Tower that still stands and await eagerly the reconstruction of the second tower so they shall be the Twins once more. Only not under the purview of some demented , ill mannered, lecherous old bastard, I flinch inwardly if either of my mothers heard that they would not be happy but what does one expect from my time in a brothel.

I see the fires of our new temporary home and land close to the tower. I do not see Dany or Sansa but a Dothraki who has appointed himself my guardian, awaits for me to pass the reins to him, Gaan is his name. Sand huffs at him but hobble, flops, flaps after him, knowing he leads her to food.

I hear the wheeze of Maester Orbyrt behind me and as he gains my side he motions for me to follow, the growling of my stomach will have to be silenced later it seems.

*SANSA*

The smell hits me before we round the last corner to the cell in which the animal resides. I have been informed he has taken to smearing his waste about his cell and person. Two guards with poles and a rope attached accompany us. They will hold him at poles length while I speak with him.

As the door sweeps open an lone candle gutters holding the dark at bay a matter of feet, the murk and shadows beyond a living thing it seems. A figure scurries away from our torches as the pole men corner their target. He screeches and twists till his is cuffed about his ears. He wails and curses screaming, " Don't you know who I am , I will have you killed as you offend me just as I had the young wolf slaughtered ! "

I stiffen and Sandor's grip about my shoulder flexes slightly, his way of offering mute support. By his own admission did he damn himself. I approach him and it is all I can do not to kill him, here, now. He stops his mad ranting long enough to peer at me carefully, there is a cunning there, a feral look in his eyes that take in my measure. His eyes slide to Sandor and he makes whimpering noises then stands as straight as he aged bones allow and says, " Woof, Woof, Dog ", with a glare.

That was my breaking point and I slap him soundly on his withered face. He leaps back as far as the pole men allow and rubs his cheek. He then berates me for not knowing my place, that were he young and virile he would show me my place beneath him as he pumped his seed within.

Sandor stood still his jaws bunched holding back no doubt a retort. He walked slowly towards Frey and snatched him up by his scrawny neck to spit in his face and lets him down slowly. He regains my side but the cold dark of his eyes when he goes to that other place still swims below their surface.

" Walder Frey, I charge you with murder of my Lady mother and your King, by breaking of our most ancient of Laws, the Law of safe conduct, what say you ? "

Nothing but the shuffle of his feet is to be heard.

" I sentence you to a death befitting of one such as you, Lord Bolton comes this way to meet with us. " " Your death will be public and painful, you shall be shorn of your hide as an animal is of it's pelt, Frey, I intend to tan it and display it as my banner as we march on Queen's Landing.

I turn on my heel I leave him to his misery.

*SANDOR*

I wanted very much to snap that old mans neck like so much dry wood but knew Sansa would want to impose sentence. I have to say though the manner of her choosing startled me. I hope my eyes did not betray that fact. Her punishment is fitting for one as foul and traitorous as he.

I want now to have some food and love my wife. She laces her fingers in mine and gives a gentle squeeze and peers up at me with wide eyes and a small smile. My heart swells and I marvel always at her beauty.

We walk slowly to the hall and are served foodstuffs. A trencher with meat and brown gravy my customary cup of water is presented to me. mashed roots and gravy for Sansa with watered wine. Tyrion and Dany join us followed closely by Souzahn and the Maester.

" What word, Souzahn ? " I say around a mouthful of meat and gravy.

*SOUZAHN*

" All is well, troops march ow to join us. Many were slain by arrow and one from a swift stroke of the Great Jon's blade. One of house Bolton. " I say as I kick the basket at my feet.

Sandor nods his approval and motions for me to join he and Sansa. My stomach protests soon to be silenced.

Small talk ensues as food is eaten and cups drained only to e refilled by attentive servants.`

When the meal is over we all rise and walk to our respective rooms.

*SANDOR*

At last we retire to our room and help each other out of our armor. A bath has been drawn for which I am grateful, our time across the sea has spoiled us with it's warmer climate. I see the swell of her belly as new life grows withing her. I must be careful to cause no harm to little bird this night during our passion. I help her step into the steaming water and join her, she leans against me and strokes my thighs absently. We sit for some minutes allowing the heat to seep into our bones.

My cock stirs and throbs, wanting release. I cup her breasts and thumb her nipples which draw up to perfect, pink points. And slowly trail fingers to over her belly, she adjusts her legs to allow access to her core.

Gently at first I rub her nub, she grinds her hips to meet my touch. Her breath becomes ragged as I enter her folds with a finger, then two. She pulls my hand away and leaps up to pull me to her. I stand and she hops into my arms. I step out of the tub and walk to our bed.

I enter her slowly, savoring her embrace around me. I set a slow rhythm which she matches with thrusts of her own. I have missed her by my side, in my arms, the mass of copper splayed out on a pillow. I love to just look at her as she sleeps. All thought leaves me as her come nears and when she releases her core sucks at me, pulls me into her depths if I am not careful. Once she is sted I join her as I spill my seed within the depths of her womanhood.

I rest on my arms, so my full weight isn't on her, I take in the scent of her hair, I kiss her ear, her neck and cup her head in my hands as I place gentle kisses on her face, stopping at the lovely red of her mouth to give a lingering kiss, her taste , her soft tongue probing and tasting back. It is my last thought as I ease off her and lay beside her, she pulls her to me and nestles into my chest, murmuring words of love and devotion.