“I want my Reek.” Ramsay stated, glaring at Petyr.
Sansa glared back at him from across the room. “He’s gone. Gone somewhere you will never get your hands on him again.”
“And yet you came back. You must have missed me Sansa.” Ramsay gives her a very unnerving smile.
“You raped me. You beat me. Over and over again. I will never miss you, I will never let you touch me again.”
“Oh I think you’ll change your mind, you must have been quite lonely without me. Except you don’t have a choice.” Ramsay jumps forward and almost grabs her. Jon sidesteps using his whole body to block Sansa, facing Ramsay, he smacks Ramsay’s hand away. Sansa is knocked backwards and lands on the floor, stumbling up.
Ramsay and Jon stare eye to eye, neither backing down. “So the sworn brother is choosing a side. Doesn’t that mean death to you?”
“Get..away..from…my…sister.”
“Sister? You’re a bastard. Snow. She’s only half related to you. You mean nothing to her. She’s my wife now, a Bolton. Not even related anymore I think. She’s going to give me Bolton sons. You can’t keep her from me.”
“Jon.” Sansa’s voice is scared.
“In the north we treat our women with respect. I missed the wedding. I’ll just have to give Sansa your head as a late wedding gift.”
(Insert fight I don’t feel like typing out. Maybe have Jon pull a Tormund or something and get a good hit in before drawing blades. Ramsay obviously cheats at some point knocking Jon over and tossing Longclaw aside.)
“Jon!” Sansa screams. Ramsay whips out a knife and menaces over Jon. “Now which part to flay first?”
“Leave him alone!”
“You see Sansa, you might have learned your history better. The “Kings of Winter” have been gone for thousands of years. Almost extinct. I will be ensuring the end of that line.” As Ramsay starts to advance on Jon, Petyr grabs him from behind, putting a dagger to his throat.
“RUN.” Jon yells at Sansa. She pauses, obviously in a panic. Then turns to run down one of the corridors. Ramsay laughs and twists out of Petyr’s grasp, managing to stab him before Jon manages to trip him.
We hear a door open in the distance. Petyr scrambles away, clutching his wound. Ramsay laughs harder and gets to his feet, kicking Jon’s face in the process. He lifts his sword to bring down on Jon.
“Ramsay Snow!” Sansa is standing in the hallway. Ramsay snaps to attention his face malicious. “You-“ “Even if the Kings of Winter are dead, they left something very important to the Starks.”
Ramsay rolls his eyes and we see a view on Sansa in the dark hallway. A shape appears behind her shoulder, a white head with large red eyes. Ghost steps around her, eyes focused on Ramsay his teeth bared and snapping. Sansa reaches out and puts her hand on Ghost’s head, running her hand down his back. Sansa stares at Ramsay with tears in her eyes. “The North Remembers.”
Ghost attacks Ramsay knocking him to the ground screaming. Jon manages to roll and grab Longclaw, hauling himself up. Sansa runs to help him. A large roar makes the building shake.
“What was that?” Petyr yells. Jon looks at Sansa, “You remember Old Nan’s Stories?” She nods looking confused. “Good. Time to go.” Jon grabs Sansa’s hand and they both run, Petyr behind them.
“Ghost, to me!” Jon yells, the direwolf catching up quickly.