A few days after they returned from Ironwrath, Sansa had returned from Riverrun, without Brienne, explaining that she was sent back to the North, due to how long the negotiations were going. As soon as Sansa explained this matter to Jon, Jon sent a raven to Winterfell, and within a day, Ramsay had sent a raven, agreeing to meet outside of Winterfell, to discuss negotiations.

No sooner dawn broke on the following morning, they all rode to the outskirts of Winterfell. Visenya, Jon, Sansa, Davos, Tormund, Lyanna, Rodrik, Mira, and Jaime all sat atop of their horses, along with a few Stark bannermen waiting for their enemies to arrive.

Visenya looked over to Sansa, who was sitting atop her horse to Visenya's right.

"You don't have to be here." Visenya spoke with concern, knowing how tough this must be for the girl. After the two of them were reunited at The Wall, Sansa explained to Visenya all that she endured...and Visenya was utterly shocked at how evil and vile Ramsay was. She knew he was a horrible person...but she didn't know what extreme lengths he would go through.

She nodded, giving Visenya a small smile. "Yes I do."

"If you need to leave at anytime, you may." Visenya explained, showing the concern in her eyes. "I'm sure Jaime and Bronn could accompany you back to the camp."

"I will be fine, Senya." Sansa reassured the woman who she considered to be her sister. "I promise I will be fine."

Visenya gave her a nod before Davos let out a sigh.

"Eyes up, here they come." He spoke to the group, as he saw members of the Bolton's, approach on the horizon.

As they got closer, Visenya was able to see who was part of Ramsay's party, which included a group of Bolton bannermen, Smalljon Umber, Herald Karstark, and of course, Ramsay, leading the group. A horrible feeling came over Visenya as she saw Ramsay's party come to a halt...a clear wicked smile on his face.

He looked to Sansa, still with the wicked smile on his face. "My beloved wife. I've missed you terribly."

In that moment a chill ran down Visenya's spine, just thinking of the horrid torture Sansa had to undergo every single day, while she was with Ramsay in Winterfell. Ramsay then turned to Jon, still with his smirk.

"Thank you for returning Lady Bolton safely. Now, dismount and kneel before me, surrender your army and proclaim me the true Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North." He practically ordered. "I will pardon you for deserting the Night's Watch. I will pardon these treasonous lords for betraying my house. I will pardon the dragon whore, and my treasonous wife."

Visenya glanced to Jon, who even though his face was calm, Visenya could tell that he was angry. His body was stiff at the mention of Sansa and Visenya. The slightest degrading of his sister's bothered him...that was his weak spot.

"She's a fine woman, your sister. I look forward to having her back in my bed. As does the dragon whore...she would look exquisite in a dress made of her dragon's scales...fitting for a woman regarded as The Queen of Dragons. And you're all fine-looking men. My dogs are desperate to meet you. I haven't fed them for seven days. They're ravenous. I wonder which parts they'll try first. Your eyes? Your balls? We'll find out soon enough. Come, bastard, you don't have the men, and you don't have Winterfell. Why lead those pour souls into slaughter? There's no need for a battle. Get off your horse and kneel. I'm a man of mercy." Ramsay taunted with a smirk.

Jon gave him a nod. "You're right. There's no need for a battle. Thousands of men don't need to die. Only one of us. Let's end this the old way. You against me."

Ramsay was silent for a few moments before letting out a laugh. Visenya's eyes narrowed in confusion, but deep in her mind she knew that this man would think everything was a joke.

"I keep hearing stories about you, bastard. The way people in the North talk about you, you're the greatest swordsman who ever walked. Maybe you are that good." Ramsay began before gesturing to Jaime. "But based upon having the Kingslayer on your side...maybe not. I don't know if I'd beat you. But I know that my army will beat yours. I have 6,000 men. You have, what, half that? Not even?"

Jon nodded again. "Aye, you have the numbers. Will your men want to fight for you when they hear you wouldn't fight for them?"

It was in that moment that Ramsay pointed to Jon in surprise. "He's good. Very good. Tell me, will you let your little brother die because you're too proud to surrender?" "How do we know you have him?" Sansa asked, unsure if him having Rickon was just a pawn or not true at all, and Rickon was in fact dead.

Ramsay gestured to Smalljon, and in that moment, the severed head of Shaggydog, Rickon's direwolf was pulled from a satchel, and thrown to the ground in front of their party. Ghost and Maegor, went to sniff it, almost knowing that it was the head of their sibling. "Now, if you want to save your brother, you will bow to me." Ramsay began. "You will not fight, but get off your horses and-"

"Are you afraid Snow?" Visenya interrupted, immediately challenging Ramsay, as she had enough of his nonsense.

Ramsay did not respond, but looked to Visenya in disbelief at how she challenged him.

"You are a Snow are you not?" She asked innocently. "Once a Snow always a Snow. And who are you calling a Bastard? I see only one Bastard in front of me and that is you and you alone."

"His name is Jon Snow is he not? And a Snow is a Bastard name." Ramsay challenged back. "Or do I have my facts wrong dragon slut?"

Visenya gave him a small smile. "Yes, that's what Lord Stark wanted everyone to believe, isn't it?"

Everyone fell silent...everyone was confused. Mira looked to Jaime in confusion, thinking she'd tell him what her plan was, and in response Jaime shrugged as he was just as confused as everyone else.

"No. He's not Ned Starks son." Visenya continued, making everyone's eyes widen in disbelief, catching everyone, including Ramsay and his party of guard...which is exactly what she wanted to do. Even with her dragons absent from this negotiation, she wanted Ramsay to feel some sort of fear or intimidation.

"He is a Stark. But it is not Ned Stark's blood that runs through his veins, but it is that of his sister Lyanna's." She continued making Jon look at her in shock, having difficulty believing the words coming out of her mouth. "His real father is Rhaegar Targaryen, my brother and he did not kidnap Lyanna Stark. She left with him willingly, and married my brother after he annulled his marriage to Elia Martell as he loved her just as much as she loved him. Because she loved him and he loved her."

Everyone from both party was silent, still having difficulty registering what the Princess was saying. Everyone was in shock, which is what Visenya wanted.

"Quite strange isn't it?" She asked innocently. "An honorable man like Lord Stark to just forget his vows to his wife and fuck some tavern maid, fathering a bastard when he is away trying to find his sister. No. What he did and what he said, was because we all know what happens if the Usurper ever learned the truth."

"What kind of a man would he had been? Letting his nephew die just because his sister loves someone else. He did it to protect his nephew. My nephew." She confirmed fury in her eyes, firmly standing her ground before her gaze softened as she gestured to Jon. "Jon Snow's real name is Aegon Targaryen, Sixth of his Name, Rightful heir to the Iron Throne, Rightful King of the Andals, and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Rightful Lord of the Seven Kingdom's and Protector of the Realm. He has the blood of the dragon and the blood of the wolf. And like all Starks, Winterfell is his home as it had been mine. And you are in our way Bastard."

Just as Ramsay opened his mouth to respond to her comments, Visenya immediately cut him off before he could reply.

"Here's whats going to happen Bastard." She spoke calmly, which angered Ramsay with how innocent and peaceful she sounded. "You will release Rickon Stark and return him to us unspoiled, before you will renounce your marriage to Sansa. After that you will forfeit your title, status of Warden of the North and order your men to stand down. You will depart Winterfell empty-handed and return to Dreadfort, your real home as a Lord. You will do all these before next sunrise and without quarrel. In return we will trouble you no more."

With each minute that passed, Ramsay became angrier. Visenya's calm demeanor angered him. He hated that she was difficult to break, not showing her weakness at all during this entire meeting.

"What make you think I would do that?" He asked with anger and annoyance.

Visenya gave him a warm smile, making a chill run down Jon, Sansa, Jaime, Davos, and Mira's spines, as they never saw her act this way. "You get to live and rule a House in the North. You should be thankful. Refuse, then you die along with many of your men. Those who survive will take the Black...that is if they managed to survive, and House Bolton disappears with you."

She then turned to look at Lord's Umber and Karstark. "The same goes to you Lord Umber and Lord Karstark. You both are also not welcome here. Leave now or be destroyed alongside this Kinslaying Bastard."

She then turned back to Ramsay, giving him a pleasant smile and a nod, making his eyes widen in disbelief at how the girl could stay so calm, especially during a time like this. "You have until next sunrise. We'll await your answer Lord Bastard."

Immediately after she spoke those words to Ramsay, she turned her pristine white horse around, that reminded her so much of Rhaenys, and left the meeting, leaving both parties in shock at the words that had come out of her mouth, and how calm she was during all of the insults directed at her.

"You're going to die tomorrow, Lord Bolton." Sansa spoke after a few minutes of silence. She then gave him the same smile Visenya gave to him a few moments earlier. "Sleep well."

Similar to Visenya, Sansa also turned her horse around and left the meeting, and eventually, the rest of the group followed...all wondering what the next day would bring...but more so still thinking about what Visenya had said, and both Jon and Sansa knew she had quite a bit of explaining to do.

As soon as she returned to their encampment, she ensured that both Aegonar and Sunspear were fed, and had enough warmth to survive the harsh temperatures of the North, knowing both dragons did not prefer this climate. It was in matters like these, where Visenya did not like the North...perhaps there was still some southerner left in her after all.

As she began to head back into the camp, Davos stopped her no sooner she entered.

"Princess." He began. "Lord Snow, and Lady Stark wish to speak with you."

Visenya gave him a nod, before heading toward the command tent, wondering what both of them were going to say to her...and deep in her mind, she knew it probably wasn't going to be good. As she entered the tent, she saw Jon sitting at the head of the table, with Sansa sitting to his left, and no sooner she entered, Sansa gestured for Visenya to sit across from her. Visenya gave her a small nod, before sitting down...Jon still had his head down, looking at the map.

"Tell me it's not true." He murmured as he picked his head up. "Tell me what you said is a lie."

She gave him a sorrowful smile. "I wish I could."

He turned to look her in the eyes. "Where did you find such information?"

"On the evening I received Dawn from Ashara Dayne...I was told your parentage. She told me of how her brother Arthur died protecting Lyanna Stark in the Tower of Joy...how the last of the Kingsguard sworn to Rhaegar died at the hands of Lord Stark, and upon returning Dawn back to her...he explained the situation." She explained. "I wanted to tell you sooner...believe me, I did, but every time I wanted to, something occurred. I apologize for not revealing it to the both of you in private...but that Bastard needed to be hit back with something. I want to see his blood boil."

Jon was silent for a few moments before he gave her a small smile.

"Will you treat me differently, now that you know I am your nephew?" He asked.

"Will you treat me differently, now that you know I am your aunt?" She asked back.

He shook his head. "You are my sister...as is Sansa."

She put a hand on his shoulder as she stood up.

"I know this will be on your mind, potentially causing you to not get sleep...but try, we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow. If it makes you feel better, I myself feel sick for the words I have stated." She explained as she started to walk towards the door.

"Where're you going?" Sansa questioned.

Visenya gave her a small smile as she turned to look at her.

"To bed...my dear husband is probably wondering where I am." She explained.

Both of their eyes widened.

"What?" They both asked simultaneously.

"I married Jaime under the eyes of the Old Gods in Ironwrath...but that is a story for another time." She smiled. "I wish you both a goodnight, and sleep well."

Even though the three of them knew that they wouldn't sleep well with the reveals she gave earlier and minutes ago.


A/N:

Shoutout to Ian12091995 for help with the dialogue in this chapter.

As always let me know if you have any questions, comments, ideas, or concerns.