Joanna had always been intensely jealous of her trueborn sisters, Rose and Sansa. For different reasons. Sansa had Lady Catelyn's love and was pretty. Rose was a better fighter and rider, and Father looked at her with such adoration. Jo wanted that. She wanted it so badly. But now she had something else she wanted. Her darling sister's lips.

Rose moaned against her sister's lips, still feebly protesting this turn of events but Jo knew they had played this game already and Rose did want to fuck her.

"The war-"

"Can wait. Just relax, Rose. Let me love you."

"Oh Jo I love you!" she finally confessed. "I don't love that sot I'm supposed to marry! I only want to marry you!" They'd probably have to elope to Dorne for that, and even then Dorne would frown upon incestuous homosexual marriage. But Jo was willing to risk it and seemingly so was Rose.

Jo's pussy was very wet as she grinded up against her sister. They breathed hard, engaged in a passionate squirming dance like Sothoryos pythons.

Rose tried to be quiet, but it was hard to be quiet when she felt her sister's clit rubbing against her own wet clit. Jo scissored her harder and faster until her half-sister was cumming hard.

Joanna kissed her again, "I love fucking you, sweetling."

"You're sweet too, baby girl. I love you too. Gods curse me for it…."

"If they do….we'll face them together. We'll face it all together."

"I know, my love….I know."

After they caught their breath, they quickly dressed and rejoined the camp.

"Back to the war?"

"Unfortunately. If I could run away with you to Dorne or Pentos, I would."

"I know, Jo. But we have to save Sansa first."

Later that night she went to see Jaime one last time.

"Queen in the North…come to gloat? It appears you will win this war." he croaked.

"I'm going to kill your whole family tomorrow. I hope you've made your peace."

"Don't worry, girl...If you're gonna take my head, get on with it. You're a killer, right? Like me."

"I am...nothing like you." she snarled, as did Grey Wind, who sniffed at Rose's leg. "I'll strap you up, so you get to stand up here and watch them all die. Congratulations, Kingslayer."

She then stalked back out of his pen, while Jaime tried to hold back a sob.

The day of the battle arrived.

"Your Grace, the men are drunk from the night. They could do with a speech before the final battle."

Rose nodded and finished putting on her armor before saddling her horse to ride at the head of her army, where she belonged. Where Father always wanted her. Jo rode behind her.

"It comes to this. Soon I will give the command, and we will face the Lannister legions for the final time. Languishing in that keep is my sister. Your princess! Your princess! Every time they abused her, they abused me as well! Today is the day we save her and the North from those who would have us on our knees.

Weeks ago, I vowed I would litter the south with Lannister blood. We free everyone still enslaved by this regime. In this final assault, we stand with our Baratheon and Tyrell allies and destroy King Joffrey once and for all. I mean to kill him myself if I can! Now...charge! Your queen rides with you!"

"THE QUEEN IN THE NORTH!"

The army thundered forward and began attacking the walls. Following them in, on another section, was the hundred thousand strong monster host of King Renly. He brandished his sword and shining armor and joined the men in the fighting. In the very midst, amongst the screaming and blood, Rose proved herself a true warrior queen, slashing and stabbing with her blade. Her wolf, Grey Wind, snarled and howled as he tore into the Lannisters. She wished it was Ice but soon enough that would be in hand, along with her little sister. She heard rumours about the tortures Joffrey concocted for her after every victory Rose won, and it made her course with righteous rage. She buried her sword in Lannister heads with precise fury.

Soon enough, the overwhelming numbers drove Tywin back. He sounded a retreat to the Red Keep and Rose ordered her men follow, but not to harm any of the smallfolk living there. The Northerners charged ahead of the pack, clashing with the last stand of Lannister soldiers. It seemed Tywin knew it was over for she saw him falling back inside.

She could see the Baratheons beginning to panic and crowd around a body however, and someone screaming "I killed the king!". Not to be discouraged, she pushed forward, and her men barrowed past the garrison. She saw Lord Tyrion fighting there with an axe and helmet, desperately. Grey Wind, her wolf, leapt in but Lord Tyrion swung his axe just in time, slashing the wolf's guts open, who howled agonizingly. Ghost had already died at Oxcross. How much more can I possibly lose?

"NOOO!" Rose, in a furious rage, picked up a nearby spear and chucked it straight at the dwarf's face. It only just missed. So she ran forward and sliced his face in half, then thrust her sword into his throat. Tyrion fell to the ground and breathed no more.

She then could see Lord Tywin himself. The fated duel...Warden of the West and protector of the city against the Young Wolf, Queen in the North. They stalked toward each other, swords raised, and clashed. Again and again. Old man vs young woman. Tywin was indeed old, and Rose noticed he was slower than most of the men she'd killed today.

"Get back, Rose!" yelled Theon, who tried to protect Rose and went forward to attack Tywin. Despite his age, Tywin easily outfought the boy, and slashed him across his side. Theon was tired and wounded already, and had underestimated him.

"The false king Renly is dead...Soon you will be too." he boomed after stepping over Theon's body.

"I don't think so, Lord Tywin. I think I've won this war." Rose growled. "And you will pay for that!"

"That you have...doesn't mean I can't take your head before I go. A Lannister stands and fights." He then readied himself for one last lunge at her head which she deftly ducked and then drove her sword into Tywin's chest. He choked and spluttered.

"K-killed by a woman...you s-stabbed me." He began to chuckle despite himself. "You….You are the daughter I should have had..." Rose was a bit disturbed by that, more than the news that Renly was apparently killed in the siege.

"I disagree...Why I think I'm my father if he was born a girl. Do me a favour and die quickly now. I must save my sister and kill your grandson."

Rose looked down at her enemy's now dead body and scoffed under her breath. It smelled quite bad. In the end, Lord Tywin didn't shit gold.

Theon coughed, dying from his wound fast.

"It's alright, Rose...it's alright..."

"Fuck, Theon! You're my brother...you're a good man."

"It was an honor to fight by your side, Rose."

And with his final breath, Lord Theon Greyjoy died.