Dinner was in the great hall, though there was nothing really great about it. It was much smaller than the one in Winterfell, and it was cold and eerie, like it was full of the ghosts of the men of the nights watch who had all died for the cause. Jon and Lyanna were almost part of that pack of ghosts, though she had to remind herself there was a third party to the murders that night, being her unborn child.

Ever since she found out, she had been watching Jon carefully to see if he had noticed anything about her, or at least hoping he wouldn't, and now Sansa was here too Lyanna worried that the two of them would find out too soon. That was the last thing Lyanna wanted, so instead she played it cool, sitting away from those eating anything with a smell pungent enough to turn her stomach, choosing to sit next to Tormund, who's meat smelled rather appetising and overshadowed the smell of others nearby. That was useless though, as Lyanna still gave up eating, instead deciding to just stare at the wall in front of her, focusing on not causing a scene.

It was much harder this time. She had thrown up so little with Brandon, but since finding out this time, and even before she knew, every little smell was tipping off her senses and making her sick. Everything was so different, as last time she could be so open about the pregnancy, but this time if anyone found out it would ruin her plans.

"Lyanna, are you alright?" Jon frowned at her eventually, pulling her back into reality.

"Yes, sorry, I was just thinking," Lyanna smiled, speaking too quickly as she tried to cover up her suspicious behaviour.

Jon frowned again, and looked as if he was going to ask her again when a messenger came over to the table, handing him a scroll. Everyone around the table turned to look at Jon and the letter he was holding, even Tormund as he managed to pry his lustful gaze away from the tall blonde sitting across from him. Jon met Lyanna's eye nervously and glanced over to Sansa, who had already noticed the seal of the flayed man decorating the letter.

"It's from him, I know it is so don't bother trying to protect me from it," Sansa almost snapped. "Just open it and read it aloud already,"

Jon sighed, breaking the seal. His nervous hands shook as he unravelled the scroll, and his eyes immediately went wide in shock. Lyanna swallowed anxiously, before she reached over the table and took Jon's hand, meeting his eye with a gentle smile.

"Whatever is in that letter, we'll deal with it, alright?" Lyanna spoke calmly, though she could feel her heart starting to beat faster out of nerves. "Now, take a deep breath, and read it to us,"

"To the Traitor and Bastard Jon Snow," Jon began, his voice shaking slightly. "You allowed thousands of Wildlings past the Wall, you have betrayed your own kind, you have betrayed the North, Winterfell is mine bastard, come and see... Your brother Rickon is in my dungeon, his direwolf's skin is on my floor, come and see... I want my bride back, send her to me bastard and I will not trouble you or your wildling lovers. Keep her from me and I will ride north and slaughter every wildling man, woman, and babe living under your protection. You will watch as I skin them living, you will watch as -"

"Jon?" Lyanna raised a single eyebrow as he stopped, suddenly curious about what was so horrid it made him stop reading. He looked up at her and shook his head. Sansa shot her a nervous glance, which was when Lyanna leaned over and took the letter from his hands. "You will watch as my soldiers take turn raping your sister, you will watch as my dogs devour your wild little brother, you will watch as I flay that dragon born imposter you call a sister as I rape her myself and then I will spoon your eyes from their sockets and let my dogs do the rest. Come and see. Ramsay Bolton, Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North,"

Lyanna dropped the letter, jumping up out of her seat, the words running through her mind. Jon and Sansa watched her, on edge, unsure about the way she was acting, almost worried about her reaction.

'Come and see'. Words from her nightmare. The words Joffrey had spoke, and the the words Ramsay spoke as he killed her. They were just the same. Both destructive forces in her life, Joffrey her past, Ramsay her present and future, except they both haunted over her. In her nightmare Ramsay stabbed her in the belly, where her baby was. Ramsay Bolton wanted to destroy them all. He wanted to flay and rape her, he wanted to watch as Sansa was raped, he wanted to feed his dogs on the flesh of their brother.

Rickon... He was involved too. Somehow he'd gotten hold of another Stark, a bargaining chip for him, a pressure point for the other Starks. Lyanna could hear Jon and Sansa talking about it behind her, though she could not make sense of their words. Everything was swimming around her overwhelmingly as if she was drowning.

'Come and see.'

It repeated itself across her mind, the mere thought of it making her feel sick. She didn't know if it was the hormones or just the thought of everything Ramsay wanted to do to destroy the reminants of her already broken family which pushed her over the edge, but one of the two made Lyanna find herself keeling over, her head splitting, bile rising up through her throat. She retched, vomiting, and found herself shaking in the corner from fear and emotion. Everything she'd tried to hide, everything she'd tried to repress, all brought up by the letter from one bastard psychopath.

"Lya," a gentle voice said behind her, pulling her back out of the swamp of fear. Lyanna turned shakily to see Jon leaned over, his hands on her shoulders caringly. "It's alright, Lya, don't be scared, I'm here, it's alright,"

"I'm not scared, Jon, I'm angry," he was trying to reasure her, though it didn't work. She shot up to her feet, and though her head spun dizzily, she paid no attention to it. "That bastard... he's in our home, plotting all of our deaths like we're toys of his, and I'm not going to sit here and let him think he owns us all. I have three hundred and fifty soldiers from the east, and I have the Tully's pledged to me at three hundred men too. Not to forget the fact I have dire wolves and a fucking dragon that could burn him to the ground in seconds! I am the daughter of Brandon Stark and Ayrella Targaryen and he thinks he can dare to threaten my family? He thinks he can hurt my sister, and threaten my brothers?"

"Lyanna..." Jon said, almost warily.

"No, Jon, because you didn't want to take Winterfell back! You said it wasn't our place!" She snapped, the anger rising within her. "It's our place now and I'll be damned if he thinks he can threaten us! We are Starks and we don't stand for these threats of a traitorous, murdering, torturing bastard!"

"I know, and that's why I think we should go to Winterfell and meet him," Sansa spoke up, her calm manner acting as a harsh contrast to Lyanna's fury. "Jon?"

"Me too," Jon nodded quietly, as if he was the one who was afraid, not Lyanna.

"We're going to need more than six hundred men though, Tormund, how many wildlings do you have?" Lyanna began to plot, ideas firing off in her mind like fireworks.

"That can march and fight? Around two thousand, the rest are children and old people," He spoke gruffly, and Lyanna sighed, sitting back down at the table.

"I heard Ramsay say he had five thousand men in his army once when he was talking about Stannis," Sansa noted, looking at Lyanna almost hopefully. "When I ran away he was fighting Stannis then, maybe he'll have lost men?"

Lyanna nodded, closing her eyes and thinking, imagining a great battle in the snow like what Melisandre was describing to her earlier. She remembered everything Willas had told her about how they should rally the north to their cause, though it seemed like a foolish thought. If Ramsay was the warden of the north, some may be too afraid to rebel against him, though it was something they would have to risk.

"We are the last Starks left alive," Lyanna admitted, though the words hurt her. "Father is gone, so is Robb and Lady Stark, Bran and Arya are probably dead too and Ramsay has Rickon. We are the last hope for house Stark, and the last of Ned Stark's bloodline. We should try to appeal to the other northern lords, the ones that fought with our brother and marched with our father. If they fight with us, they acknowledge our rightful claim, and if they don't, they're traitors,"

"It's a risk," Jon commented, though the worry was gone from his voice.

"But it's our only chance," Sansa nodded. "So that's what we'll do, appeal to the other houses. I mean how could they not support us?"

Lyanna's heart was pounding. The determination of her sister to take back Winterfell matched her own, but she couldn't help but see the risk involved in all of this. Ramsay was a man of his word, so either they won or they all died horrible deaths, worse than the beheadings Lyanna saw in her nightmares. It was a risk, but as the three of them met eyes, exchanging a determined nod to each other, it seemed like all the Stark siblings were willing to take it.

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Hey guys!

Sorry this update was a long time coming but I've had mocks this week and next week too. I'm still working out when the right time to write is as well since I can't write on the bus as much as I used to but I'm figuring it out. 

I hope you all liked this chapter, I'm really excited for writing more Sansa and Lyanna scenes since Sansa is one of my favourites. Please comment and vote, I work really hard on every chapter I upload so I really love it when I get feedback!

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~Olivia