Chapter 8: The new king in the north II

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Jon POV

Year 304  AC

Our army's were getting together, Winterfell could be seen, home, I said.

Home, said Arya, we return here after what seven years?.

More or less, I said, we should have never left Winterfell, we should have stay here, were we belong.

How could we know?, asked Arya, we could have never knew that Cercei was a bitch who had sex her brother and sire another Aerys.

Well, is time for the wolfs to return, said Gendry, I am ready to fight along side you, king Stark.

And I am ready to fight along side you, king Baratheon, I said, we laught.

You two are morons, said Arya laughing.

We are ready to fight, said a general.

Any sign of the Arryns?, I asked.

No, said Arya, I hope Sansa didn't betray us.

I don't think so, I said, but we can't wait any longer, we need to make the Boltons pay.

Northerners!, I said, get ready!.

Storm lords!, said Gendry, get ready!.

For king Robb!!!!, I said, ad I drew Longclaw.

For king Robb!, said all north  and storm lords. Ramsay army was big, we were equal in numbers, is time for the Boltons to feel the wrath of the wolfs. Then, just as Theon said, Ramsay had Rickon in tied and dragging him like he was a dog, he took a knife and for a moment I thought he will kill him, but the he cut the ropes.

Jon, said Theon, but I wasn't listening. Don't do it, that is what he wants.

Then what so I do?, I asked, I can't let him die!.

I go, Theon said, I will rescue him or I will die trying, your my king, I will protect you, it's my duty.

Your duty?, I asked.

For redemption, he said, and to my king, Theon then mount his horse and started to rode  towards Rickon as soon as Ramsay free him.

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