Run with wolves - Ramsay Bolton (Book 1)

Chapter 28

For the third time Ramsay was sat on horseback, staring war in the face. Literally. This time he had Jon Snow beside him, and the Stark and Vale armies behind them. "This is for Ava." Jon whispered. The chilly breeze sending shivers down his spine. The Lannister army was big, maybe bigger than their own, but not by much. They were arrogant and did not send all of their soldiers. They thought they were going to win. But the Northmen were fierce and brilliant fighters, The Wildings were ruthless and the Knights of the Vale were experts in combat. All 3 armies together was 1 dangerous combination, they could of taken down the whole of the Lannister army. Ramsay kept his cool, he kept his breathing steady, and his mind on Ava. Fight, kill, get back to her. It repeated around his head over and over again. He and Jon were possibly the best army commanders, and they struck gold being paired together.

"Are you ready?" Ramsay asked Jon. He nodded. "Aye, let's take them down." Jon was in disbelief that somewhere not too far away, Cersei Lannister was hiding in a tent. She was not a coward, but he didn't really expect her to come all of this way. Unfortunately for Ava, she really wanted her head and would travel a thousand miles to see Jaime behead his ex lover. Jealousy still took control of her over a year later. She knew that Jaime would always love her no matter what, even though they thought Ava killed Joffrey. She couldn't wait to have her head on a spike.  "Knock!" Ramsay called to his archers, they placed their arrows in the flames and held them up to the sky, ready to send a rain of flaming arrows onto the Lannister's below. The Northern landscape wasn't just beautiful, it was perfect for battles. The Bolton army was on top of the hill, which was a huge advantage for them

A soldier blew a horn and the Lannister cavalry moved forward, their horses thundering hooves sounded like the Gods themselves. "Charge!" Ramsay yelled, mounted soldiers urged their horses and they galloped forwards, the men shouted and called out for their Queen. As they charged towards the Lannister army at lightning pace, Ramsay instructed his archers. "Loose!" Flaming arrows rained down on the Lannister's. Their screams would be heard for miles. Out of the hundreds of archers, Ramsay Bolton was by far the best. His eyes lit up as the flaming arrows pierced into the Lannister men. They had met with his army, their swords collided with his men's, and the killing had began. "Stay alive Snow!" Ramsay called, Jon turned around and nodded to him. "You too Bolton, I'm not riding back to Winterfell to tell Ava you died."

Jon has galloped towards the battling armies, he felt no fear anymore. The Lannister's were being killed a lot faster than his own men. Ramsay would join him soon enough, he didn't fight at Battle of the Bastards, but he was going to kill as many of the Lannister's as he could. He turned to instruct his archers before he left them to go and fight. "You fire every 2 minutes, until you have no arrows left. You aren't fighting for me anymore, fight for your queen, keep her safe! Don't let them take her away from us." He wiped the sweat off his brow. "Try not to hit our men, kill as many of them as you can, and don't die." He turned to the archer closest to him. "You're in control, make sure you all fire at the same time." The boy nodded, he wasn't much older than 18. "Yes Lord Bolton."

He turned Blood around, and patted his neck. "You've never failed me before boy, and I've never failed you. Let's keep it that way." He urged his horse forward, and he pointed his sword. He was fighting for his wife, his family and his home. He would kill as many as he had to, including Cersei or Jaime. His heart was racing, Blood's hooves pounded against the earth beneath them. They were flying down that battlefield. "Knock!" The boy called. Ramsay heard the strings on the hundreds of bows being pulled. "Loose!" He looked to the sky and the arrows lit up the winter sky like stars. They flew over his head and he galloped underneath them. It was beautiful in a way. Blood ran fearlessly and didn't even flinch at anything. It was he like he understood what was going on.