"I think he likes you," I whisper at Brienne as we sit at a long table in the dining hall of Castle Black with Sansa, Jon, Tormund, Pod, and the man Jon tried to hand off his Lord Commander position to, Eddison Tollett. Tormund is eating ravenously, staring at Brienne. She gives me a disgusted look that makes me laugh.
"A letter has come for you," A man walks in and hands it to Jon.
I recognize the Bolton's sigil on the sealed letter. He begins to read aloud and it is terrible. He stops when it mentions his brother, Rickon, in Ramsay's dungeons. I don't hide my disgust as he refers to himself as the Lord of Winterfell.
"How many men does he have in his army?" I ask Sansa.
"I heard him say five-thousand once when he was talking about Stannis's attack," She answers.
"How many do you have?" Jon asks Tormund.
"That can march and fight?" Tormund asks and Jon nods. "Two-thousand."
"You're the son of the last true Warden of the North," Sansa tells her brother, and a part of me questions that as that familiarity by Jon still shakes me. "Noble lords will fight for you if you ask. We have to go back to save our brother."
"To save Winterfell," I add.
~~~~~
"We can't defend the north from the walker and the south from the Boltons," Jon tells us as we stand around the square table in the Lord Commander's office. "And to take Winterfell back, we need more men."
"No, we don't," I quickly say, smiling at the thought of the beautiful creature who brought me here. "I have a dragon."
"Really?" Sansa asks, taken aback because I haven't told her yet.
"It was magnificent," Tormund says before I can answer. "The dragon's body covered all of Castle Black and the ground shook when they landed."
"With Balerion, they will coil back in fear," I tell them. "And we can kill every last one of them," I meet Jon's dark eyes as I speak, knowing that that is what he wants too.
"But we should still have more men," Ser Davos informs us. "We don't know if your dragon is the best option."
"Why wouldn't he be?" I lean forward on the table, staring deadly into his eyes.
"My uncle has taken back Riverrun," Sansa says. "He has an army."
~~~~~
"Sansa is sending me to get her uncle's army," Brienne tells me as we walk out of the office and into the snow.
"Good, you'll be able to convince him," I say. "Thank you for bringing her here."
"It was our duty, remember?" Brienne says.
"And I failed," I huff. "I couldn't even bring Jaime back to King's Landing in one piece."
"You did everything you could, Visenya," Brienne reassures me. "And you aren't at fault for what happened to him."
"What happened after I fled King's Landing?" I ask curiously.
"Jaime returned to the Red Keep," She shrugs. "He didn't talk to anyone for days and I was worried you died. And when I asked him about you, he started to cry."
"Cry?" I cross my arms over my chest skeptically. "He doesn't cry."
"He did," Brienne obviously was in shock too but she was the one who had witnessed it. "I think he was terrified he'd never see you again."
"Not that I'd get killed?"
"I think knowing that the person you love is on the other side of the world living happily without you is worse for him," She says.
"Is he happy?" I can't hide the disgust in my voice as I try to ask my next question. "With Cersei?"
"I wouldn't know," She admits. "He only kept a stern face and trained with Bronn all of the time. Before they went off together, though, she..."
"She what?" I ask when Brienne doesn't finish. I can tell by the look on her face that I won't like what she says.
"She tried to seduce him," She responds.
"Did it work?"
"I don't think so," She says as we continue to walk to her horse. "Though, afterward he had a nasty cut on the side of his face so I think she might've hit him for refusing her."
"I wish I didn't care," I sigh as she mounts her horse. "But I do."
"I wish you well, Visenya," Brienne smiles softly.
"As do I, Brienne," I smile up at her. "I will see you again when you get that army."
"Yes," She nods before taking off.
I turn around and see Sansa getting her white horse ready for us to go to Winterfell with Jon, Melisandre, Ser Davos, Pod, and the other Wildlings. She is running around, chasing after Rob with a smile on her face.
"Careful with the horses," I laugh as I walk up to them.
"He's too smart to get trampled," She says as she lifts him up.
"I like the wolf on your new dress," I look at her chest where the Stark sigil is.
"I'm glad because I made you something too," She takes off the black, long-sleeve dress that is laid out on her horse.
"It's beautiful, thank you," I roam my fingers over the warm fabric, trailing them on the three different sigils on the chest area. "A dragon...a wolf..." I stop at the third animal that connects to the other two. "I'm not a lion."
"I think you know you are," I meet her blue eyes and I smile softly. She then hands me a small tunic that is still too big for Rob. It has the Targaryen and Stark sigil. "It's for him when he's bigger."
"He'll love it," I take my baby from her and kiss her cheek. "I'll go change and we can leave."
"Visenya," Sansa stops me for a second. "Your horse was a black stallion, right?"
"Yes," I nod before I spot the beautiful large horse trotting up to me. "Vhagar!" I almost forget about Rob in my arms as I hug the horse.
"He appeared outside the gate this morning," Sansa informs me. "He was running around in here like he was looking for something. Someone."
"You are a naughty boy," I chuckle at my horse. "You're supposed to be free," He neighs and I laugh.
~~~~~
I get off of Vhagar after we ride for hours on the other side of the Wall, the most northern side. A place I never been or thought I'd be. I have my hair like Sansa's, like a northern woman. My coat allows the gold and silver sigils to be seen on my chest as I walk up to the other Wildlings this camp, placing Rob down so that he can walk next to me.
"Is that a...?" I don't finish as I see the giant sitting beside the leader of this group.
"A giant," Jon finishes for me.
"Magnificent," I give Sansa Rob's hand as I walk up to the giant, everyone's eyes on me as they are curious about what I will do or say. The giant stands up, showing me just how tall and big he is. Perhaps fourteen-foot tall. "What's your name?"
"Wun Wun," He answers and I know he can only understand me. I know giants only speak the Old Tongue.
"Marvelous," I reach forward to take one of his fingers. "I'm Visenya. Nice to meet you."
"Do you really think having your friend play nice with us is going to convince us to join your army, Snow?" The man Jon is speaking says, leading me back to stand next to Jon and Sansa.
"She's not a friend," I look at Sansa. "She's family."
"You'll be dead soon either way," I tell the man after giving the redhead a smile. "The Boltons and whoever fights with them know you're here. They don't care about the women and children, they will slaughter all of you."
"This isn't your fight," Jon continues. "It's not the deal we made for me to be asking you to come to Winterfell with us. But we need to beat them if you're going to survive."
"The crows killed him because he spoke for the free folk when no other southerners would," Tormund tells the other raider. "He died for us."
"Snow," Wun Wun says, making us all look up at him.
The raider walks up to Jon, looking from me, to Sansa, and back to Jon. We wait impatiently before he reaches his hand out for Jon to shake. I smirk as I watch their hands.
We're going to get Winterfell back.