Moat Cailin looked like it had seen better days. Sansa held Aurora's hand, looking at the ruin.

"On my way up to castle black after escaping the Vale, I stopped here. My hair dyed black no one knew who I was. They treated me kindly, offered me a room and a warm meal."

"Was it edible at least?" Sansa shook her head, a smile breaking out on her lips, the moment Jon made his way over to them.

"I went searching for family and Moat Cailin was the first place I found a welcoming smile on that road. I found my family because this place gave me the strength to go the extra mile. The North remembers." Jon stopped in front of his wife. Aurora let her hand go, smiling at the happy couple. Sansa had told her of Lord Baelish and his schemes in order to get her to marry him. For him to end up on the Iron Throne, but it had failed. After he had pushed her aunt out the moon door she proceeded to trip him, watching him fall as well. From there, she knew she had to go the one place she knew she had family. Castle Black, it's where Jon Snow, her half brother was. It was only when they had made their way further north did she hear how her own Brother was hiding in Molestown just outside. To Sansa this place was special. Aurora hoped that this place would offer her the same sort of hope that Sansa got all those years ago.

"My Prince! My Lord! We have done as you instructed, all the rooms are ready for you and your entourage, but I'm afraid we arrived there was someone else here already. He will be leaving in a few days and begs you to allow him to stay." The caretaker bowed. He seemed more nervous than one usually was around high borns.

"Who is it?" Jon asked.

"Someone by the name of Ramsay Snow. He is a bastard, on his way home."

"Where is home?" Robb asked.

"He did not say."

"As long as he and his men do not disturb our company I have no issues with him staying in one of the rooms." Aurora watched Robb Stark tighten a hand around his sword. His eyes connecting with hers, before she looked away. Sansa wrapped an arm around Aurora's smiling at the girl. The exchange did not go unnoticed to her.

Robb was making his way to Jon's solar for the night when he passed a man he didn't recognize in the hall. He stopped him, bowing his head a little.

"I'm afraid we have never met. I am Ramsay, Ramsay Bolton and I would on behalf of the Bolton's offer my condolences for the role my father and family played in the red wedding." Without thinking Robb grabbed him by the collar, slamming him up against the wall. His grip tight as he slammed him back against the stone more time, his anger getting the best of him. The sound his skull hitting echoed.

"We both know that you are aware of your traitorous father's location."

"I don't know what you mean my Lord."

"Where is he?" He seethed at him.

"I would never lie to the True Warden of the North." He went to punch him, Ramsay defenseles against the wall, but before he could land his fist, a small hand fell on his arm. His eyes falling on Aurora, her hand giving him a gentle squeeze.

"Lord Stark, you are needed elsewhere." His grip tightened, Ramsay's breath began to quicken. "My lady is asking for you. She says it's urgent and can not wait." Robb gives Ramsay a final push against the stones before letting him go.

"My Lord." He bowed to him. His eyes falling on Aurora. "You are a pretty thing. My hounds would love to meet you." Aurora felt her face drain of color, catching the glint in his eye. She knew that glint from a long time ago. The sailors from Essos had the same look before girls went missing and never heard from again.

"Lord Stark, Princess Sansa doesn't like to be kept waiting too long." Aurora turned leaving them alone. Robb quickly followed her, only stopping once he came around the corner to find her plastered against the wall. Her body shaking of fear.

"Aurora?" He went to reach out, to calm her because for once since Robb had saw her standing in Kings Landing, she truly looked terrified about someone. Holding up a hand, she took in a deep breath, before looking at him.

"I will find out what he knows. Just...have patience." Robb felt like the right thing to do was to tell her to stop. He didn't need her to go this far with Ramsay, felt that was what his father would want him to do. But his father wasn't there. Nor was his mother. He slowly nodded, clenching his hand into a fist, the feeling of shame coming over him. "Sansa really did send me to bring you to her. It seems she has perfect timing as ever."

Sansa was sewing a Dragon and Direwolf together, trying to find the perfect design for their future child. Ghost laid at the bottom of her chair, next to the fire. The old Direwolf, was happy and content sleeping and being close to the warmth. Her soft humming had put him to sleep. Jon had left her to speak to the Keeper of Moat Cailin in order to help fund the rebuilding of the once great fortress. One of the many projects he is to begin in order to help the Queen rebuild the 7 kingdoms.

The door to her solar creaked open to a smiling Aurora. Her brother Robb came in behind her, shutting the door. Sansa beckoned Aurora over, showing her the new design she was working on.

"It's lovely your grace." Sansa turned her eyes to the man standing by the door.

"What have you been making my rose do?" Sansa asked, her eyes falling on the look her brother tried to conceal. Though her time with Little Finger wasn't as long as he had hoped, she learned a great deal from him. Including knowing when a Man was guilty of something. "Don't worry, I don't know what it is. Aurora hasn't told me a thing. I'm just smarter than you think I am." Aurora locked eyes with Robb, both knowing they couldn't keep it a secret from her any longer.

"Lord Bolton isn't dead." Sansa's eyes were wide. She heard the rumours of his demise, but had hoped they were true. "Nor has he fled to Essos. He's here, in the North."

"You know this for certain."

"Aurora does." Sansa gripped her hand tightly wondering what had she gotten into since they left Kings Landing.

"He has a son. Ramsay, Ramsay Snow, the same man who is here. He's the key to finding him." Aurora explained. Sansa shook her head.

"No, I know what you are thinking. I don't want to see you get hurt, or worse killed. I didn't save you from the traitors walk only to see you dead in the North." Aurora smiled, it was a genuine smile, of one of pure friendship that had blossomed between them.

"I'm only here to help the Starks, My lady. Think of me as your personal needle."

"You are not a tool for me to just throw away."

"I wish to help. That is all. Lord Stark has not tricked me into anything, I'm merely being useful. Please, I've never been useful before, not to anyone." Sansa stood up, walking over to her brother. It hadn't been since she arrived in in molestown that her eyes were this fierce. Driving him to regain Winterfell, to regain his strength in order to fight back and save their family.

"If you get her killed, I won't forgive you. I've grown accustomed to her. My friends, the few I did have, in Winterfell, In Kings landing are either all dead or betrayed me. I never had the chance to keep one around long enough." Robb smiled putting his hand on his sisters face lovelingly.

"I will protect her. You have my word." Sansa stared at him for a few passing seconds before nodding. She returned to her chair, picking up her needle work once more.

"Good. Ayra also knows theres something going on and wants to help. Giver her something to do, other than lurk around corners and scare people half to death."

The next morning, Aurora found herself having a private meeting with Arya. Robb had informed her his sister had wanted to speak to her about her plans. Arya was standing by the window her dagger bouncing up and down in her hands. She was the hardest Stark to find information on. The only thing Aurora knew was that she was off in Braavos training with the Faceless men. When she arrived, Arya threw the Dagger on the floor boards right in front of Aurora. She paused, looking at the young Stark girl.

"I know Robb has already threated you enough so I won't bother with the words of it all. Just know that I don't miss." Aurora smiled, digging the dagger out of the floor board. She flipped it in her own hand catching it by the blade gently enough to not cut her own skin. Her years in Dorne taught her some tricks to help defend herself.

"You Starks are quick to threaten people." She handed the dagger back to Arya, joining her at the window.

"I'm not as easy to win over as Sansa is." Aurora shook her head, her smile soft and clearly sad. Arya seemed to notice she never truly smiled out of happiness.

"I haven't won over Sansa yet. Not truly. If I had, she would have forbidden me to help at all. We both know that." Arya caught sight of the dogs running into the woods. Their Master following quickly behind, the Bastard of the Boltons. Her eyes finding Aurora's face, her gaze never leaving the hounds.

"What are you planning?" Aurora's hands began to shake just a little. She gripped them tightly together trying to quell her fear that was rising.

"My plan is to meet his dogs."