The black sky beyond her bedchamber flashed with sporadic bolts of lightning. The stone walls howled with horrific gusts of wind and water trickled through the window and pooled on the stone floor by her feet. It was freezing cold and Sansa was sure that the next clap of thunder may bring the whole crumbling place to a pile of rubble but she couldn't leave her window; she was waiting for the sign.

When the candle lit in the broken tower Sansa knew; it was time. The grey haired servant woman had been true to her word, the message had arrived, Stannis's troupes were within ridding distance of Winterfell. She felt powerful finally. Reek cowered in the doorway as she spoke, starring into the dark night sky.

"Reek, you know what to do." He nodded as he scurried away. Sansa didn't move; she was waiting for Ramsay. No doubt he would be here any second.

A moment later Ramsay stormed into the room, shirtless; leather straps for his daggers adorning his chest and a malicious smirk of glee on his face.

"War has found us and I'm riding out to greet it. You can wait up for me, I'll be back before dawn with a belt of heads." A massacre of this proportion was Ramsay's idea of a great night out. He would break his frustrations tonight on a sea of men who would all bare his father's face.

Sansa stiffened. "No you won't"

"What?"

"You'll be dead before dawn Ramsay" she smiled sweetly, the way he did when he played with people. "Your father's men are going to hand you over to Stannis and allow him to kill you before passing through the North unopposed."

Ramsay's face fell, he dropped his sword to the bed and snarled at her like a cornered dog. "You lie."

"Why would I do that? What would I gain? You know in Kings Landing I learnt that's the key to success. Always know what someone stands to lose or gain by your demise. The people who only stand to lose by your demise, they're the people you can trust."

Ramsay glowered at her "If it were true you wouldn't tell me. You'd let me die and no doubt marry my father by the weeks out. You would be Lady Bolton and you'd have the nobleman you desired."

"Good," Sansa said, "but I'd have a nobleman who killed my mother and brother."

"If I'd been there I'd have killed them too." Ramsay snarled

"But you weren't and you didn't. I'd rather have a bastard than the man who murdered my family."

Ramsay thought hard, "It's not enough, you could try to escape. You could let me die and escape him. Or kill him if you're as calculated and clever as you consider yourself. There's got to be something else, something you're not telling me."

Reek reappeared through the door, paling when he saw Ramsay. "It is done Lady Sansa."

"What's done?" Ramsay snarled.

Sansa cleared her throat, "I'm carrying your child." Her statement succeeded in bringing Ramsay's attention back to her. "You're right, there was something I wasn't telling you. The reason I won't run but instead intend to stand my ground and keep my home. I'm done running."

"My son or my brother?" Ramsay growled picking his sword back up from the bed.

"I haven't laid with your father and you know that. You would have found out if I had, I know you've been keeping tabs on me. Given how swollen I've become I imagine it happened rather soon after my arrival here."

Ramsay stood in the doorway, unsure what to do. Sansa could see the wheels of his mind working; deciding what action to take next. Would he believe her, or would he kill her? Sansa didn't wait to find out; she left. Half expecting him to stop her at the door, he didn't. He let her pass and watched her walk the corridor. A few minutes later she heard his footsteps behind her own and could only conclude that he had made the right choice. After all; there was no dagger in her back. Yet.

She never once turned to look at him as he followed her, she stormed the corridor, the queen of her home castle back at last. When his father's bedchamber loomed Ramsay didn't hold back, he followed his wife as she entered without knocking. The sight before him left him speechless. His father lay ashen on the bed and two scared looking servant girls fled past him on their way to the door.

Roose gasped for breath; Sansa stood silently at the end of the bed.

"What did you do?" He asked.

"Everything."

"Fat Walda and the child?"

"Yes"

"Myranda?"

"I have her" Sansa muttered.

"My father? You played him. You made me think that…and now you've poisoned him?"

"Yes"

"You clever little bitch."

Silence filled moment passed,

"Ramsay, only one of you can walk away from tonight alive. You know that." Sansa said.

She'd half expected Ramsay to falter or at the very least show some level of turmoil in taking his own father's life. He didn't. His sword was drawn from his belt in an instant and plunged straight through Roose's heart. If he had one.

"Well" Sansa said, taking in the sight. Ramsay looked at her like a child opening a gift. "We're ahead of schedule. Good. I do like to be one step ahead."

Back through the corridors Sansa marched; toward the great hall. Ramsay's heart raced as he chased her with no idea what was coming next. When he arrived through the doors six of his father's guard lay dead, poisoned no doubt by Sansa's hand.

Of the handful of men still on their feet, none of them looked specifically familiar. Background faces in his father's army.

"The North remembers" they chorused when Sansa stood before them. Things were finally beginning to make sense.

"Ready your horses, spread the word and open the gates" Sansa instructed. She turned to leave for the dungeon but Ramsay's voice stopped her.

"No!" She snarled but the men left anyway on his wife's orders.

Sansa turned to him, her face expressionless "Ramsay you either trust me tonight or you do not. Trying to retain your control or straddling the fence of trust like it's your favourite horse will get us both killed and…I don't want to die tonight; do you?"

"No" he snarled.

"Then we are agreed. Come I have a gift for you." With that they departed for the dungeons.

He followed her and Reek through the maze of tunnels. He didn't recognise this part, which was surprising, he considered himself to be familiar with the dungeons. They reached an almost invisible door built into a dark wall, she stopped and turned to him.

"I don't know how you will like this but I must insist on one thing; do not try to help her."

Sansa's words sent a chill down his spine. He would bet his sword he knew who was waiting behind these doors; but in what condition he had no clue. Reek had clearly been here earlier to light the few torches that burnt on the walls inside. The body of a girl hanging by her arms filled the centre of the room. A sack was tied over her head.

"Did you miss me?" Sansa asked and the sack nodded.

"Everything we have been working toward, comes down to tonight. Do you understand?"

The sack nodded again.

"Good" Sansa soothed, "...and you know what you must do. We've practised it haven't we?

The sack nodded again.

Oh Myranda Ramsay grinned…how the mighty had fallen.