Sansa Stark once betrothed to a monster, married off to another, almost murdered by her own aunt, married off to another monster and now fleeing for her life from the one place she thought she could call home. She would never shake Myranda's words from her head.

"He only needs you for heirs, that doesn't mean he needs you all in one piece"

What a wicked thing to say. But Sansa was learning that most of the world was made up of wicked things. Her brothers were dead, the girl she once called sister died during childbirth, her mother, her father. Sansa wasn't even sure if Arya was alive or not, but her only hope now was Jon. Jon who she used to call wicked names, who she only called half brother, but now he was the only brother she had. Despite what Theon told her about Bran and Rickon, despite the fact that he saved her from Ramsey, Theon would only be that, Theon.

"Come on, we need to keep moving, we'll have the hounds on us no doubt" Theon called to her, walking several paces faster than her. It felt like they had been walking for hours, and there was no way to keep track of the time. The sun was hidden by the trees, with the only light, scattered through the woods by the leaves.

They walked silently through the woods, and Sansa was doing her best to not leave a trail but the snow made it impossible. Sansa was about to ask to stop for a moment when a low howl echoed through the trees. They both stopped, and look at one another.

"We need to go, now!" Theon whisper-shouted to Sansa, snatching her hand and pulling her to a run. With her free hand, Sansa picked up her dress haphazardly, almost tripping on the skirts as she did so.

She tripped a bit when Theon jerked her to a sudden stop. She blinked a bit, not wanting to accept the obstacle that laid in front of them. A river, with chunks of ice flowing down. Theon let go of her hand and slowly started to walk into the river.

"We can't cross that, are you mad?!" Sansa snapped, quickly glancing behind them. The hounds weren't in sight, but the howls were growing louder.

"If we don't we'll die. And it won't be quick. I have seen those hounds rip people apart and trust me, drowning would be a mercy compared to that" he says quickly, holding out his hand for Sansa to take. Sansa took his hand and they crossed the river together. The cold from the river shot searing pain through Sansa's body. The instant her legs were fully submerged, Sansa had to hold back the scream from her lips and force her numb legs to continue on. She kept telling herself that the hounds would be worse than this pain. But she wasn't so sure.

They made it across in one piece, but Sansa wasn't sure if she was happy about that. Life would be so much easier if the river had simply swept them away. But the way her life was going Ramsey would save them before the numbing effects of the water could reach their lungs. After making it across Sansa hoped that they would be able to sit for a moment, but the battle cry of the hounds said differently.

Theon took her hand once more and they continued to run, but she was starting to slow down. Her legs were beginning to cramp, the stitch in her side turned into a stab, the air wasn't getting into her lungs and when it did it only stabbed her. Any longer and she would faint for sure. She didn't even have the energy to conjure tears to her eyes when she pulled Theon to a stop.

"I can't run anymore" Sansa huffed, too tired to pant as much as she needed to. Theon took a good look at the state she was in and began frantically looking around for a place to hide. Wordlessly he took her hand and dragged her further still. Until they found a few trees that were angled upwards from the ground. It made for good cover, but not enough to completely cover the both of them.

They squeezed in, all the same, listening as the sounds from the hounds got louder and louder. Theon took a quick glance at Sansa. Cold, exhausted, terrified. He wouldn't allow her to be taken back there, not if he could do something about it. For once in his life, he wouldn't be a coward.

"Stay here, and a few seconds after I go you run, you go to catle black to Jon, do you understand?" he asked her hastily.

"What?"

"Do you understand!" he snapped at her in a whisper.

"Yes," she answered. He gave a single nod before he got up and ran into the woods, back across the river and towards the sound of the howls.

Sansa was in shock. The boy who had been like a brother to her, who was a coward and had convinced himself that he was reek, was risking his life to save hers. She wouldn't let that sacrifice be in vain. But before she could move, the hounds and some of Ramsey's men were surrounding her. She had been caught, she would be taken back to Ramsey to be tortured.

She was led over to Theon who was waiting with Ramsey and a few armored men. But before they could be taken, Brienne and another man came out of the woods with their swords in hand. It was a blur of clashing and grunts, a few men fell down dead. Ramsey fled with the survivors back to Winterfell, leaving Sansa and Theon with the lady knight and the man. But no matter what happened next, Sansa was going to Castle Black, with or without the others.

Jon was in his chambers, specifically his work chambers, at his desk pouring over scrolls and maps. It was a big part of being Lord Commander that no one really spoke about, papers. But his mind kept wandering. The matters were related, but they were unfocused thoughts mainly about the Night King and his army. How could Jon lead less than 100 men to fight something like that? How could he get more men to follow him to face this threat?

But if his men couldn't understand his reasoning for bringing the Wildings south of the wall, then they would never follow him into battle. How did Mormont do this for so long? How did he get men to follow him and obey his commands? Jon didn't mind the questioning of his commands, as he respects those that give reasons instead of blind orders. Which is one of the reasons he thought Olly would make a good leader someday, he questioned things. He had values and a good head about him.

Jon was lost in thought when a knock came from the door. It took the person two rounds of knocking to fully grasp Jon's attention.

"Yes?" he called, putting down the scroll he had been trying to comprehend for the past half hour. It was late and the candles were nearly burnt out from use.

Olly opened the door causing Jon to smile. It was good to see a kind face at the end of the day. Without Sam around Jon was fighting his battles alone.

"Lord Commander, there's a man down at the stables, he says he's your uncle," Olly said, seeming to trip over his words a little but Jon paid him no mind. Could it really be uncle Benjin after all these years?

Jon lept to his feet, not even bothering to pull on his cloak and threw open the door as he followed Olly out to the platform.

"Is he alright, Olly? How did he look?" Jon pressed as they made their way across the platform and down the steps towards the stables. But on the last step, Jon felt something. Something warm had touched his cheek...but it was impossible. There was no warmth here in the far North, not even a warm breeze. He shivered a bit at the feeling and turned to look behind him. At first glance he could have sworn he'd seen a body of light behind him but at the same instant, it was gone.

Jon didn't believe in ghosts, at least not in the traditional sense. But this, whatever it was, was a comfort to Jon.

"Are you coming, Commander?" Olly asked, breaking Jon from his trance. He turned back around and continued to follow Olly off the platform step and around the corner to the stables. He stepped forward but stopped in his tracks as he saw what was in front of him. He looked at it for a long time, reading the word over and over again in a blood red.

'Traitor'

In some way, Jon knew what would happen if he turned around, but there was some hope in him that they wouldn't. But Jon had to face his fate. He was still in shock, not sure if he was processing the situation correctly. So Jon turned around, but the instant he did he was stabbed in the lower right abdomen. Jon only grunted, his hands moving to his side as he fell to his knees. His ears began to ring, but the ringing almost sounded to Jon like a scream. He was stabbed more times, in his stomach and chest, each man saying 'For the Watch' with each movement. Until Olly stepped forward with a small dagger in hand.

"Olly" Jon coughed, blood leaving his lips. Olly only looked at him with anger in his eyes, but Jon could have sworn that his eyes were watery. Olly stepped forward and plunged his dagger into Jon's heart, chanting 'For the Watch' as he did so.

Jon fell backward, the blood beginning to pool under his back. He was about to close his eyelids when a faint light caught his eye. He tilted his head to the right ever so slightly, as it pained him to do so, but there she was. There was his Emylea...in his flowing red dress with her silvery white hair and gorgeous purple eyes. She looked heartbroken and was kneeling beside him. He could feel her warmth, and the light he saw was coming from behind her.

He smiled at her, but it was only a half smile as it was all he could manage. He could feel his life slipping away and in some ways, he was glad for it. It meant he wouldn't have to wait much longer to see her, to hold her again.

Shakily he raised up his right hand to cup her cheek. The closer he got to her the warmer he felt, it was relieving to the cold he's endured for the majority of his life.

"I'll be with you soon" he whispered. He saw her try to lean into his touch, but she only went through his hand which seemed to upset her more.

"You can't die, Jon, you can't...how can I live without you in this world?" she cried, but it only confused Jon. She was dead, why wouldn't she be happy he was coming to join her and their daughter? Where was she?

But he dropped his hand as the life drained out of his body, his last and only thought to be of her.

They arrived in the North, just outside of Castle Black, at least according to the map she had tucked into her shirt while putting on her leathers. She didn't have time to formulate a plan. She had Winter and her blade, the plan would come after.

"Stay close by," I told her as I helped Winter down and got down myself. She only gave a low noise in her throat in response.

I pulled on my white fur cloak and pulled up the hood and began walking towards the gates. I whistled and Winter instantly started to follow me. The snow felt strange on my bare feet, the lightly falling snow melted on my cheeks and the air turned warm before it reached my lungs. Oh, how surprised Jon will be, to see how the cold does nothing to me now. I pulled my cloak tightly around me, concealing my sword and the dagger strapped to my ankle.

As I approached the gates they instantly opened. When we entered I saw the platform and the stables, this was where my vision took place.

"Another Wildling?" A man questioned as they all started to walk towards me.

"Who is your Lord Commander?!" I shouted from under my hood.

"I am"

I turned to my right and saw an older man, with fading hair and a hard expression...a familiar expression. Time seemed to stop as I processed what he said. He was Lord Commander? He...I was too late. I felt my heart drop at the realization and that's when I realized why he seemed so familiar to me. He was there, during my vision, he was the first man to draw his blade.

Immediately I drew my blade with my right hand and held the tip to his throat, all before the other boys could even bring their hands to their hilts. My hood fell back and my eyes shot daggers at the man. I could hear gasps as my hair was revealed but my only concentration was on the man before me with his head tilted back as my blade touch his throat further, drawing a bit of blood.

"Where is the Lord Commander Jon Snow?" I asked, heat starting to radiate off my body.

"The bastard ya mean?" he asks with a bit of a smirk on his face. I quickly turned so my entire body was facing him and moved closer so my left hand grasped his shirt.

"Call him that again and you'll be choking on your blood," I told him through gritted teeth. He hissed in pain as my knuckles brushed against his chest, I was burning him. I moved my fingers away from his skin. He looked at me with wide eyes, there was fear in him.

"My lady!" A man called from the top of the platform, where I had stood in my vision. I turned my head to the left to look at him. I had not seen him before. He was an older man and wasn't wearing the colors of the watch.

"He is in here my lady, and if you'll kindly let Ser Allister go I'll be glad to show you to him," he told me with a sincerity in his voice. I paused. Could I trust this man? Was he luring somewhere so I could meet the same fate as Jon surely had? The idea made my heart lurch in my chest, and my eyes start to water. I quickly blinked them away and roughly pushed the man in my grasp aside.

I made my way towards the platform and up the steps. Slowly I approached the man who had called out to me. He gave me a sympathetic look and I knew I was too late.

"Show him to me" I whispered, Winter, nudging against my legs. The man gave me a solemn nod and opened the door for me. I walked into what looked like a workroom. In the middle was a desk full of scrolls and quills and on the chair was a black feather cape. I was led into another room where a few men were standing around, with Ghost. Winter instantly ran and jumped on him. They were circling and licking one another and getting as close to one another as they could.

The men moved away from the body on the table as I entered. I stepped closer and got a better look. I felt a gasp leave my throat and my right hand began to shake.

"Let's give her some privacy shall we?" the man from the platform suggests. They quickly file out into the next room, leaving me and the wolves and Jon. I stepped to the edge of the table, my hand shook as I reached out to touch his cheek. He was so pale, his skin was like ice.

"No" I cried, feeling the sobs creeping up the back of my throat. I cupped his cheek with my hand, waiting for his eyes to open. Waiting for him to look at me.

"Jon?" I whispered, praying to the old gods he could hear me. Praying he wasn't dead. But he didn't wake. He wouldn't wake.

"You can't leave me...not when I've just come back. You are the only man I will ever love" I sob, the tears starting to roll down my cheeks and off my chin. I ran my thumb back and forth over his cheek, hoping I could rouse him from his slumber, but his eyes stayed close, and his skin remained cold.

He was laying there with only a cloth to cover his lower region. I ran my left hand down his chest, looking at the wounds on his chest. I ran my hand gently over the one on his heart.

"They did this, they took the life from your eyes and the soul from your body. They killed half of me and in return, I'll kill them. Every last man will burn for what they've done to you. I swear I will get you justice." I told him, grabbing his hand and squeezing it in mine. My tears started to evaporate from my cheeks at the rage I felt. The fire roared inside me and it would not be tamed.

I grabbed an extra chair that laid in the corner of the room and sat by his side, holding his hand and crying. I would get revenge for him but not right now. Not when my heart was freshly torn in two. I had failed him. If only I had gotten here sooner. If only I fought Myra and came here instead when I was younger. If we had never left Winterfell. All would be different. I sat there for a long time, holding his hand and crying.

There was a knock on the door but I said nothing. I heard the man creak open the door and walk towards me.

"I am Ser Davos Seaworthy, my lady, I knew the Lord Commander well"

"Jon" I whispered.

"What?"

"Jon, his name is Jon. He hates titles, almost as much as I do" I explain with a teary-eyed smile.

"Aye, he did. He told me to call him Jon as well" the man said, moving to stand beside me on my left, his hands crossed behind his back.

"He had these on him when he died. I think he would want you to have them" he says, holding his hand out to me to reveal a scroll of paper and a ring. Not just any ring, but the one I gave him all those years ago.

"Thank you Ser Davos" I mumbled, taking them out of his hand. I opened the scroll and quickly skimmed it over. It was one of the forgeries, from my 'deathbed'. Did he keep it all these years? I rolled the scroll back up and moved to look at the ring. It was well worn, the edges of the ring said that well enough. I slipped it onto my left pointer finger as it was a bit big for my ring finger.

"If you don't mind me asking my lady, who are you? I don't think I've ever heard Jon mention you, and none of the lads out there have either" Davos asked with a bit of curiousness in his voice.

"Are you saying you haven't read this scroll Ser Davos?" I ask. He stays quiet.

"Then you should know who I am..." I mumble.

"He was your lover then?" Davos asked hesitantly. I gave a small chuckle at his words.

"Lover? Is that the word? No, it was different than that. Were we in love? Yes, but I wouldn't call us lovers"

"That scroll says...says you died in childbirth...and it implies it was while giving birth to his child...is that true?"

"Yes. But I did not die while giving birth to our daughter, it was all a rouse so I could escape King's Landing. But sadly, she didn't survive the birth, at least not in the traditional sense"

Davos went silent and the door creaked open once more.

"May I have a word?" a woman asked, but I couldn't bother to turn around.

"If you must" I answered as Davos began to walk away and she walked closer in his place.

"My Queen," she said, approaching me with a respectful nod.

"I'm not that Queen, I think you are referring to my sister" I replied with a humorless laugh.

"No, it is you that is the true Queen. I can feel your heat, the Lord of Light has blessed you, I can feel it" she tells me with hope-filled eyes. She sounded like the other red priestess, who approached me in private after speaking with my sister.

"I doubt that. Those who are blessed do not lose ones they love without saying goodbye" I answer.

"I might be able to bring him back" she whispers. My heart skipped at the very notion of the idea. But I knew better by now.

"Do what you wish" I mumbled, beginning to fiddle with my ring.

"I need some of your hair and blood to do so"

I say nothing, only offering up the palm of my left hand to her.

"Grab a vial if you must, a knife is around my ankle" I reply, continuing to stare at Jon. I see her grab a vial out of her bosom out of the corner of my eye. I don't even flinch as she cuts into my palm, or takes a lock of my hair. She scurries out of the room and leaves me be as I say my final goodbyes.

I couldn't stay much longer. I had to let him go. I rose to my feet and unclipped my necklace from the back of my neck. I gently clipped it around his neck, moving some hairs out of his face and running my fingers over his cheek. I leaned down and placed a final kiss on his lips.

"We'll meet again, but for now, take care of Hope. I love you" I whisper as I stand back up straight and proceed to leave the room, laying the scroll on his bed as I did so. Winter stood up to follow me but I raised up my hand.

"Stay girl...stay with Ghost," I told her and I proceeded to exit, leaving my heart in the room behind me. I walked into the room where the other men were. I stood still for a moment, looking around the room.

"I don't know who you all are, or what your relationship to Jon is, but thank you. Thank you for not leaving him alone" I told them with sincerity. They only nodded. I started to walk past them and to the door.

"He really loved you" one of the men mumbles from the back. I turn to look at him, slightly confused.

"How would you know?" I ask.

"Well, we read the note my lady and it all made sense. Four years he received a raven scroll, that one specifically, and he went off into the forest and nearly cut down a tree in rage. We could hear him whispering a name some nights and he'd wake up with dark circles after doing so. And that ring you wear on your ring finger, its a match to his. He would spend time fiddling it and staring at it a lot and now we all know why. He was thinking of you" the man tells me with a heavy sigh.

I feel the tears start to well up in my eyes and I do my best to hold them back.

"I really loved him too" was all I could say in reply. I left the room and when the door shut behind me it was as if I was closing the door to any potential happiness in my life. Darkness rolled over me and left a pain in my chest, making it hard to breathe or think clearly. All that was left was anger and pain. I walked back into the center courtyard to see the men going about their day to day. But they stopped as I turned around in a circle.

"Ser Allister!" I shouted, looking around for him.

"Yes?" he asked with a bored tone.

"You'll hang for what you've done" I shout back as I turn to look at him.

"Which is what my lady?"

"You raised your blade first against your Lord Commander, and for that, you'll pay with your life" I hiss, stepping forward so I was in his face, so he could see the rage in my eyes, the rage he started. He seemed a bit taken back by my statement.

"You can't prove anything"

"Jon's body says otherwise"

"Watch your mouth girl, or I'll have to teach you a lesson" he threatens, clenching his jaw. I step back, the time wasn't right.

"I know who raised the blade to Jon Snow!" I shout, "And you will die for what you've done! I'll hunt you down one by one if I must, but your blood will spill in payment to his blood!"

With that, I marched back out the gate and to Visenya. I laid my head against her scales and start to sob all over again. I failed him, I had failed him all over again. I would never see my Jon again. Would his younger self continue to haunt my dreams? Would I be forced to look at him, and be unable to change to fate?

After a few minutes, or hours, I could no longer tell, I felt my heart start to harden. These people had killed the only man I would ever love, others killed the man who was like a brother to me, Robb, the boys, and who knows what happened to the girls but I can imagine. But I had to right these wrongs, I had to get justice for Jon, for Robb and all of the others that were my family. But first I had to pay my respects.

I climbed onto the back of Visenya and we took off, for Winterfell.

The fly over there was a blur and we arrived in what felt like seconds later. I climbed off of Visenya and moved to stand in front of her.

"Go back to Dany...Go keep her safe" I whispered, tears in my eyes. I hated to part from her, but I had to do this on my own. My sister and her dragons are her only advantage, I couldn't risk anyone harming her. Or finding a way to capture her. She tried to nuzzle into me, but she was just too big. I hugged her snout and turned to leave, my heart breaking a little more as I did.

I pulled up my hood and an hour later I was at the gates of Winterfell. Like Castle Black, I was immediately allowed inside. I made my way towards the crypts, towards Robb. But I was stopped before I made it too far.

"And where are you going?" a man asks, causing me to turn around. It was then I noticed the banners of the flayed man, the Boltons. I had walked into the fortress of Robb's betrayers.

"To the crypts sir, I wish to pay my respects" I answer, looking at the ground, trying to seem meek in nature.

"Allow me to escort you, a woman such as yourself shouldn't be walking around alone" he stated stepping forward and offering up his arm. I took it slowly and began to walk with him towards the crypts.

"What is your name sir?" I asked as we approached the entrance.

"Ramsey Bolton my lady, Lord of Winterfell"