The Snow Keep

Nella's mind raced as Ser Reglas led her from the Hall of the Hundred Hearths. Shaking, heart pounding in her chest, her eyes stung with tears and she could feel her cheeks burning. How dare he? How could that horrible man treat her so badly? How dare he humiliate her in front of everyone in the Hall? He was so smug, so dismissive, so quick to write her off as some stupid, helpless woman. She would show him that it was a mistake to underestimate her. He would be sorry for treating her so badly, for hurting her sister, for everything... Steering her ahead of him up the winding stairs, Ser Reglas led her through the long halls, holding her just above the elbow, gaunleted fingers tight around her arm, but not tight enough to hurt her. Stupid man, she thought. So blindly loyal to his Lord, so proud to have been knighted by that monster. "Let go of me, I can walk on my own." She spat over her shoulder at the big man, attempting to jerk her arm away from him. Reglas chuckle

"We're coming in hot... Flying under radar here, but I might have Roose's assholes on my tail," Gregor's hardened voice crackled over the radio frequency as he finally risked making contact with communications at Winterfell. "Did you fucking start War World 3 out there? It's all over the damn news, man. What happened to a quiet covert extraction?" Damon replied with a relieved smile, while signaling to Skinner and Luton to arm up for another possible battle. "I had to make some adjustments to the plan, fucker. I told you getting Ramsay out wasn't going to be simple. Get the medic room ready and call in that snake, Qyburn. I'm all banged up to seven hells here and the Boss isn't looking so good either." "I'm already on it. We're coming to meet you." Damon bolted outside, grabbing a heavy assault rifle with armor piercing bullets, ready with some serious fire power. He found the other two Bastard B