Within ten minutes the men had been roused, they were dressed for battle and raring to go. She sat in the largest cart, watching as Ramsay rode his large armoured horse through the thousands of men, they moved quickly through the night, she closed her eyes and lay her body down on the pillows. Several of her girls had been woken and put in the cart with her to ensure her comfort and safety. She could hear Ramsay shouting at the masses, she would give him this, he was a brilliant army commander. He rallied his men in the same way she'd seen her father do it, Ramsay's men were terrified of him but they respected him. He had lead every single one of his battles, he'd fought side by side with his men, he would be the first onto the battle field and the last off of it. She smiled to herself, If the seven Kingdoms were one Army, Ramsay would be the perfect man to sit atop the iron throne.

The same rocking of the cart that had lulled her to sleep, woke her suddenly and with a start. They had stopped, why had they stopped and why couldn't she hear Ramsay shouting anymore. The girls opposite her sat silent, she felt her heart beating furiously in her chest…why couldn't she hear him?

As she raised the canvas of the cart the view took her breath away as she sighed, Kingslanding.

"You're awake", his voice growled, she looked down to see Ramsay, his horse rearing as he turned it toward where she sat. Here they were, the sight took her breath away, eighty thousand men lying in wait amongst the treeline overlooking Kings landing.

None of the defences she had expected were in place, it looked like a normal day in the city, looking down she smirked "They aren't expecting us, are they?"

Ramsay shook his head, "We arrived a few minutes ago, the men moved quickly, they are asserting themselves before we storm. I will leave you here with one thousand of my men and I will return for y.."

"No" Sansa moved to the edge of the cart. Her eyes locked with his firmly "No, you will take me with you. I have to take the city by your side, you must get me to the iron throne Ramsay before you do anything else, we have at least three times the men of the Lannister Army and they're miles away."

His face hardened "What do you want me to do? Do you understand what you're asking me to do!" he glared at her when she nodded her head.

Her eyes burnt fiercely with determination "Yes…I do, but if anyone can do it Ramsay, you can."

He nodded. Holding out his hand he allowed her to climb down and sit atop his saddle. "Are you ready to ride into war, the last Wolf of Winterfell?" he spat the words with a malicious smile, his hot breath on her neck but she didn't shudder, she starred straight into the gates of Kingslanding, she'd been ready for this moment for years.

He couldn't believe what he was doing and he spread the word, the men lined up raging, ready to go as he rode in front of them, his wife on his lap. Not one of them dared to say anything, they knew no sane man would ride his wife and unborn child into war without solid reason. His personal guard surrounded his horse and she knew he was uncomfortable, unhappy, he wanted to be on the ground with his men, he wanted to take off the first head and mount it on the first pike. She was preventing it but he had to learn, if he were ever to be a real Lord that occasionally he had to separate himself.

Sansa stark looked glorious, most of the men around her had served her father loyally, loved her father loyally, it seemed fitting that they follow the same red hair and strong jaw into battle this day, to finally take the capital that killed him.

With a final cry of war Ramsay dug his heels into the horse and they flew forward. She clung to him fiercely and felt his strong arm wrapped around her. His breath hit her ear, his voice rasped in a growl "You aren't going anywhere little wolf."

Perhaps it was her extra weight but by the time they reached the gates they were at least four men back in the crowd of riders. The walls guard fell quickly, next came the Lannister guard, even smaller than reported, less than two hundred men inside the walls, they flew past them as the men engaged one another in fearsome battle, she felt him whimper at the sight of the blood and gore, desperate to get involved but Ramsay's horse never slowed, she'd turned and her face now pressed into his leather breastplate. His cloak almost covered her and she heard blood curling screams around her. Her weight fell forward onto him and she knew the horse had taken the stairs to the grand hall. Ramsay watched as the great door opened for him, his face fell, it was the first time he'd had doors opened for him in battle.

His horse flew through the hall until he came to a stop in front of the iron throne. The first think he saw was the familiar face of Lord Petyr Baelish, the second the unfamiliar face of Lady Olenna Tyrell. The third thing he saw was the two dozen Tyrell army knights that filled the hall and surrounded the steps to the Iron throne.

Lifting his cloak, he watched Petyr's eyes light up as he lifted Sansa from his lap and dropped her to her feet. The girl flew to Lord Baelish who embraced her with a nod to Ramsay.

He turned his horse, too eager to return to the fight, itching to get his sword bloodied. He ripped his cloak and shirt from his chest. As he glared around the guard who had followed him into the hall. He pounced to the floor landing firmly on his feet and raising his head slowly as he growled in a deep voice "We do not fight on horseback" he seethed the words as all of his men dropped to their feet. Leather straps bound his hands and wrapped around his rippling chest as he pulled out his dagger and stormed toward the door with his excited menacing grin and on his face. He paused for a moment at the door looking to Sansa who stood watching his display of terror"What do the Tyrell's look like?" Sansa moved to answer but Lady Olenna stepped in. "My granddaughter had long brown hair, she is very pretty and my grand son…" she rolled her eyes "…has long curly brown hair…and is very…pretty." Ramsay smirked as he grasped the dagger in one hand, his sword in the other and launched himself through the door.

Lady Olenna turned to Sansa "Well, he's a step up from Joffrey is he not?" her eyes sparked as she smiled at her.

"He's worse, he's a monster, an absolute brute" Sansa shook her head speaking quietly as Lady Olenna looked out of the door longingly with a whistful smile.

"I'm sure he is dear, most men are but doesn't brutality look better on a warrior storming into battle than a King cowering behind his mothers skirts?"

She couldn't help but smile at the old ladies words, she had always liked Lady Olenna, she spoke the truth plainly and simply.