FOLLOWING closely behind a Mormont soldier was Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, Diana and Davos Seaworth.

Jon watched the princess' every move with caution. He knew she was passionate about their cause; helping him in securing the wildlings' support, and he was ever grateful for that. But here she couldn't speak as freely, she was an outsider. And the northerners were nothing buy wary of outsiders, and nor did they have interest in what they have to say. He had quietly asked for her silence in the negotiation, both he and his sister alarmed at the said temperament of the young lady of Bear Island.

"Lady Mormont" Jon sent a greeting nod towards the young girl, Sansa, Diana and Davos respectively stood behind.

With an unwelcoming expression, the lady spoke. "Welcome to Bear Island"

It was clear from the awkward silence in the room that there was tension. Clearly the the Lady Mormont had no intention of receiving the party out of the goodness in her heart, but out of respect for their late father.

Jon glanced to his sister, hoping she'd handle the niceties better, and she took his que. "I remember when you were born my lady, you were named after my aunt Lyanna who was said to be a great beauty, I'm sure you will be, too."

With a glare almost as sharp as Diana's sword, Lyanna scoffed. "I doubt it. My mother wasn't a great beauty or any other kind of beauty." Her flat out rejection of the redhead's kind words was her way of saying 'flattery will get you no where'.

"She was a great warrior though and she died fighting for your brother, Robb." In time all would know, that Diana of Themiscyra was graced to possess both qualities; beauty and military prowess of gods.

The anxiety in Jon may not have been visible to many from afar, but from Diana's angle and her sharpened eyesight, she could see the way he blinked nervously or his constant change in posture. He seemed to shake away the dreary feeling as a nostalgic smile took place on his face. "I served under you uncle at Castle Black, Lady Lyanna. He was also a great warrior and an honorable man. I was his steward, in fact-"

"I think we've had enough small talk, why are you here?" Lyanna Mormont heeded no mind to Jon's disheartened expression. The latter cleared his throat in an attempt to regain his shaken confidence. "Stannis Baratheon garrisoned at Castle Black before he marched on Winterfell and was killed, he showed me a letter you wrote to him when he petitioned for men. It said-"

"I remember what it said, Bear Island knows no king but the king in the north who's name is Stark." Jon nodded his head, relieved to hear those words.

"Robb is dead. But House Stark is not, and it needs your support now more than ever. I've come with my sister to ask for house Mormont's allegiance."

The moment he finished talking, Lady Mormont glanced to her left and her Maester leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "As far as I understand you're a Snow, and Lady Sansa is a Bolton, or is she a Lannister, I've heard conflicting reports."

The Mormont's jab seemingly triggered Lady Stark, a scowl that would rival Lyanna's on her face. "I did what I had to do in order to survive, my lady. But I'm a Stark, I will always be a Stark."

Almost rolling her eyes, Lyanna looked away from the tall female to stare holes at her shorter brother. "If you say so. In any case you don't just want my allegiance you want my fighting men."

"Ramsay Bolton cannot be allowed to keep Winterfell, my lady. It is our duty to stop him. Even more so because he holds our brother Rickon Stark as prisoner." Jon had hoped his mention of his trueborn brother would resonate a bit, but the lady or her advisors' expression remained unchanging. "What you have to understand, my lady is that-"

"I understand that I'm responsible for Bear Island and all who live here. So why should I sacrifice one more Mormont life for someone else's war." What the lady had said flabbergasted Jon and his sister, she was right, there was no convincing her it seemed. The two siblings glanced to each other, defeated looks exchanging.

Taking in their defeated sighs, Diana could not hold her peace any longer. She walked gracefully moved forward as any highborn lady would, her fingers intertwining against her lower abdomen. "I know I'm only but an outsider, Lady Lyanna, but may I-"

Having shifted her attention to the tall tanned female, Lyanna furrowed her eyebrows. "And you are?" Jon and Sansa looked worriedly to one another before shifting their gaze to the daring female.

"Diana of Themiscyra" She introduced with the pride of a true Amazon. Her stand of confidence almost made the brother and sister envious.

The Princess saw the young girl look to the man on her side, evidently wanting to know where she was from. "No need to ask your advisor of it, it's rather.. obscure." Her home was beyond what was known to man, so ancient that apparently the history books doesn't seem to mention it.

The Lady of house Mormont calculatingly observed the woman in front of her, allowing her to speak. "Alright 'Diana of Themiscyra', what would you like to say?"

"I know precious little of the north, Lady Mormont, and from what I can tell, despite your age, you're trying your best to be a just and wise ruler to your people. I respect that." Diana's well spoken words made Lyanna nod for her to proceed. "But this isn't just another war where you choose to not take a side. It is not someone else's war, it's our war. And the real fight to come isn't between a few bickering houses or reclaiming ancestral homes, it's about the living and the dead. And believe me, the Night King and his undead army are coming." She finished with an alarming tone that made Lyanna lose her stoic expression.

"Is this true?" She asked the former Lord Commander, her tone that of skepticism. Only a mad man would believe that the others were more than tales of old that wet nurses used to frighten young children.

Jon nodded, eternally grateful for Diana for making Lyanna really listen to them. A grim wave washed over in his dark eyes as he remembered the overwhelming power of the Night King. "Your uncle fought them at the fist of the first men, I fought them at Hardhome, we both lost."

Ser Davos spoke once more, as he saw the suspicious glances Lyanna sent them. "As long as the Boltons hold Winterfell, the north is divided. And a divided north won't stand a chance against the Night King. You wanna protect your people, I understand. But there's no hiding from this and we need to do it together."

The Maester's whispers were cut short by a wave of lady Mormont's hand. She took her time in making the decision alone. After an extended and tense silence, she announced her decision. "House Mormont has kept faith with house Stark for a thousand years, we will not break faith today."

Relief washed over the group of four, Jon looked Diana's way and sent her a bright grin, she had to admit, she adored the smiling facet of the shorter male. "Thank you, my lady. How many fighting men can we expect?"

Lyanna leaned over to the commander of her army, the two bickered in whispers, clearly unable to spare a large number. Once the lady was done, she faced them again. "Sixty-two."

Jon looked to his sister and advisors, a sense of vulnerability draping over them. "Sixty-two?" He repeated in a disappointed tone.

"We aren't a large house, we're a proud one. And every man from Bear Island fights with the strength of ten mainlanders." A prideful look took over lady Lyanna's face to reassure the men and women before her.

Princess Diana smirked, liking the fire in the little girl's eyes. "If they're half as ferocious as their leader, the Boltons better watch out."

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The four membered group rode back to the encampment, with sour and disappointed expressions, having recruited so little numbers for their cause. They'd returned empty handed from Deepwood Motte, home of the Glovers.

Both Stark children were offended and ashamed from that visit, Diana realized, what with Lord Robett Glover's degrading words of their late eldest brother. He clearly had some bones to pick with the Starks, and who could blame him as he said that both his wife and children were killed by the Greyioys while he was away fighting Robb's war.

"And where was King Robb? Taking up with a foreign whore, getting himself and those who followed him killed." The gray haired lord had stepped closer to Sansa, intimidating the young girl with his angry growl. He tore his gaze off the redhead only to look at his right and direct his deeply detested glare at Jon and Diana who stood side by side. Mentioned two stared back at him in wary. "I see the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." His bitter snicker only succeeded in triggering the Amazon's deep rage, how dare he call her a whore. She was only stopped from speaking or acting by Jon's pleading eyes not to complicate the situation further, but he himself was clearly offended by the man's nasty remark.

"I served house Stark once, but house Stark is dead."

On mid-dismount off her horse, Diana heard Ser Davos' voice, bringing her back to reality. "Stannis camped here on his way to Winterfell." He declared, walking by Jon's right side while the woman from Themiscyra stood by his left.

Lady Bolton on Diana's left spoke rather aggressively, perhaps from their earlier visit. "And that's a good thing?"

"He was the most experienced commander in Westeros, he chose this place for a reason. Those mountains are a natural fortifications, there's a stream down there for the horses." Davos said.

Diana gave the older man a nod of agreement, remembering her various lessons on strategy, courtesy of her aunt. "It's true. Demographics are a crucial aspect when it comes to warfare."

"We're not staying here long. Another storm could hit anyday." Jon looked around, taking in the condition of their fighting men, lighting fires and trying getting warm and it was only midday.

"Aye, snow's defeated Stannis just as the Boltons did." Said Davos, Diana cluelessly looked between men, not quite knowing who they were speaking of.

The four walked further ahead as they spoke. Jon had had taken into account their food storage and supplies were nearly running out. "We have to march on Winterfell while we still can." He announced.

With a nod of his head, Davos numbered the men they'd gathered. "Two thousand wildlings, two hundred Hornwoods, one hundred and forty-two Mazins-"

"Sixty-two Mormonts." Sansa interrupted the onion knight, displeasure obvious in her tone of voice.

And Diana. With her they would win this. They just didn't know that yet.

"It's not what we hoped for, but we still have a chance." The former smuggler claimed.

Diana -about to reassure Sansa and her brother that they would win as long they had faith- heard the deep voices of men brawling.

'You ugly southern fuck!' One of the wildlings offended a northern soldier, the two pushing each other. Diana glanced at them worried, they would not win if the men spent their time fighting amongst themselves.

Ser Davos' eyes followed the Amazon's line of sight to the two squabbling men. "For fuck's sake!" He yelled, running off to end the damn fight.

The discussion between the two siblings became but whispers to Diana's ears, even though she stood right beside them, all her senses were focused on Davos interfering in the brawl.

'Who the fuck are you?!' Both men turned their hostile attitude to the Onion Knight. Diana's eyes narrowed when she glimpsed the knife that shone in the soldiers hand, just as he began lifting his arm to swing the blade, she took action.

"We fight with the army we have!" Denying his younger sister's proposal to delay the attack, Jon let out a deep sigh, trying and failing to calm down.

"Why don't you show Diana to her tent." The army's commander suggested to his sister, who reluctantly complied. Both looked left and right, swearing the dark haired woman stood beside them just seconds ago, they turned their attention behind them to see that she now stood right in the middle of a fight. Jon and Sansa exchanged worried looks, and the former sprinted hurriedly in worry for the female.

As the northern soldier grew tired of the man who 'instructed' them to behave, he brought his arm up close to Ser Davos' face to threaten him, the older man cowering back a bit in fear. What happened next surprised everyone who watched.

In the blink of an eye, Diana leapt to the raging man's side, she caught his wrist and squeezed it, satisfied by the sound of the blade falling to the ground. The much larger man stared upon her, freaking out from the pain she was causing and disbelief at her strength. She took in his expression, with a perk of her eyebrow, before effortlessly throwing his body across the icy ground. He landed a few feet away.

She stood confidently, almost testing him to try and come at her, as the men stared between frightened and amazed. Others put their hands on knob of their swords, being in a position of alertness.

Diana turned slightly to the left, where Jon was, standing still looking at her puzzled, his mouth ajar.

Tormund arrived at the nick of time to witness the stunt she pulled, he let out a sharp breath of excitement. He placed his hand on the bearded Bastard's shoulder as he gazed at the tall princess ahead. "I'm both frightened and aroused."

Hearing the brass words made Jon lose his flabbergasted expression, as a deep scowl took place, of which he sent to the wildling ginger.

A/N:-

We're approaching the Battle of the Bastards!! I'm so excited for it!! And once we get to part 2 and Diana could get to interact with the rest of the wonder GoT characters XD

-Tebocchi