This chapter has a torture scene but that is expected of Esdeath. She tortures someone in a brutal manner. No. It's not poor Theon.

The Empire's Strongest Iron Throne

Instruments of Torture - Chapter One

It was always cold in the North that much was true, anyone who has lived here for most of their lives knew this fact but it was not something he was considering right know as he ran fearing for his life through the snow and ignored the heavy snowfall.

No, Reek feared for more than his life, he feared for further torture at the hands of Lord Ramsey Bolton!

It is for this reason that he ignored the freezing snow, the ice from the trees as it hit him in the face and he stumbled as quick as he could.

Knowing he could only hope that he had gotten a head start of the dreaded hounds as he had taken the chance to flee in the night. Now it was dawn and he dreaded even stopping to breathe!

And so, the young man who called himself Reek dashed through the woods as he had long left the banks of the Weeping Water, and then he heard in the far off distance he heard a sound straight from the pits of hell.

He heard the horns, and he heard the barking of the hounds his heart sped up as he had covered significant ground in the last three hours but would all be for naught if Lord Ramsey Bolton catches him!

Reek's flight from the Dreadfort before had been motivated by a brief glimmer of his former self that told him to run as ran as he could from the kennels, he had shimmied the kennel door open and ran away in the night silently like a ghost through a postern gate and here he was now.

He ran through the forest diverting away from the river as he headed away from the Dreadfort further North, his goal was to take the Black to be safe for his crimes at Castle Black. He would have considered fleeing to the Iron Islands, to seek his sister Asha but that was too far away!

And Lord Bolton was so close! His desperate ploy was using the thick snowfall to cover his tracks that along with the fact that he has had a several hour head start.

However, a several hour head start can vanish fast with Dreadfort men on horseback so he kept moving.

The terrified fugitive was making his way as fast as he could but he had been flayed in various tender spots since his capture several weeks ago when Lord Ramsey Bolton sacked Winterfell, he has been broken mentally and he is no longer the man known as Theon Greyjoy.

However, perhaps a shred of this brash young man still exists deep inside.

Therefore, he fled into the night, before they worked on his teeth too he lucky he still had that and his fingers. It was for these reasons he fled before he was stripped down even further by the sadist known as Lord Ramsey Bolton.

The brown-haired young man fearful dash was halted when he tripped over something and fell into a snow back face first into a pit of snow as he groaned in pain.

He pushed himself up immediately as he had no time for idling as he had come this far and he paused as he glanced at his feet to see he had tripped over the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life.

It was saying something, as the man that was once known as Theon Greyjoy has seen many beautiful women. She was so beautiful he paused his flight to stare at this Goddess of blue hair.

She was a woman older than him of blue hair that flowed all the way to her knees as she lay unconscious in the snow face up, she wore the strangest clothing of black and white with a similar black and white cap with a black cross on it, he could tell it was a uniform and she was a woman of high class.

Her upper uniform was mostly white all the way down to porcelain thighs where her skirt began.

The mystery woman was endowed with a generous chest, and she wore a black belt with a cross symbol upon it on her waist line.

Speaking of her chest as Reek admired the Goddess despite his state he stared at the pockets upon her large chest, then at the cleavage between her breasts to see she had some strange red marking between her breasts.

Her sleeves were all black except for the white below her shoulders, two long black furs hung from her neckline as she lay prone in the snow.

Her white leggings were tight fitting with a small portion of black trim at the top, she wore high heeled boots at the ends of her leggings.

Her final notable feature that he took in was that she had a deadly sheathed sword behind her back that was far longer than the swords the Bolton men wielded and he judged she seemed deadly despite her grand beauty.

'What do I do? Do I help her! Someone so beautiful does not deserve to be flayed, I have never seen blue hair before, and I will at least awake her!' He decided to awake the sleeping beauty as he kneeled freezing in the snow.

Reek shook her ferociously, hoping that she would wake promptly and that the snow that was falling had covered his tracks because he could not hear the hounds yet.

Yet every time he shook her she was like moving a pile of bricks and she did not respond.

"You need to wake up! Or you will be flayed by Lord Bolton, awaken and run away before you suffer like all the women he has found!" The brown-haired young man urged as he grasped her and moved her about.

But had he no luck as she was out cold and fear overcame him for his own sake as well as hers.

The one known as Reek did not know why he did it, perhaps because in all of Westoros he had never a seen woman as magnificent as her with blue hair, for whatever reason he chose not to leave her for the Bolton's.

With great effort on his damaged body he lifted her over his right shoulder, as began stumbling further North to Castle Black using his instinct that guided him by so many years living under the Stark's.

As the nineteen-year-old ran through the frozen woods he shivered but he did not let such things bother him, far worse horrors awaited him and the one he carried if he should be caught.

There was something about gazing about this woman, it was stirring his former self but he shrugged it off and continued trudging through heavy snow as he panted about ready to collapse…

Esdeath opened deep blue eyes as she blinked confused to not be dead, no far from it in fact she was being carried through the woods with her left arm draped over a man younger than her with brown hair as he clearly went through great pains to carry her through thick snow.

She glanced down to see her right arm was intact as well!

She died fighting Akame after she had butchered the Rebel Army; she had fought hundreds of thousands of soldiers, and then nearly beaten Akame when she shattered her Murasame blade only to miss it flying back at her in her stomach.

So how is she fully intact and alive as well? 'Is he with the Rebel Army, should I kill him?'

The General peered around her to see the area was covered in thick tall trees, taller than in the forests around the Capital City and the snowfall was extreme.

She mused if this was the effect of her final trump card but how could that be so if she truly died, so is this a different place altogether and as astute as usual the young man was putting great effort to not be tracked.

'Well, I will give him a chance to live. I'm feeling generous today.' Esdeath mused with a stare fixed on the young man's shoulder.

"Hoh now is the time to explain yourself to me or experience agony instead. Where are you taking me?" The blue-haired woman threatened the stranger as she unsheathed her rapier with her right arm.

She pressed it against his abdominal area but did not puncture him yet…

"Please don't hurt Reek… I found my Lady in the snow when fleeing from the Dreadfort, Lord Ramsey Bolton would have skinned you alive so I dragged you with me at my own expense!" Reek responded as he made his way through the woodlands of the North not liking how the woman pointed her long blade at his vital organs.

"Hmm, what sort of name is Reek? So am I to believe you brought me with you because you worried for my safety then Reek? Skin me alive would he…" The General commented in amusement at someone being daring enough to try to strip the Empire's Strongest and flay her alive.

It was a good joke. Only a fool would try that.

"My name is Reek; I have seen him flay so many pretty women. I have seen many lovely women as a different man, but never a woman of blue hair, I couldn't leave you to be skinned alive asleep." The brown-haired man stated in a very emotional at Lord Ramsey Bolton acquiring such a woman to make her suffer horribly like Kyra.

He wondered if they were safe, he had not heard hounds yet. Is this all a game though? No time to muse about it, he must keep moving.

"Fufu, well how sweet of you but not needed, I doubt this Bolton could hold me captive for two minutes as I would be doing the torturing soon enough if he touched me." Esdeath declared as she removed her rapier from his abdominal area and dislodged her left arm from his shoulder as she stared at him.

'What a pitiful creature, his mind has been broken. Even so despite that fact he is the only person who has ever tried to save me, even if unneeded I must repay the debt.' Her callous blue eyes settled on his form hunched over walking.

"We need to move my Lady, the hounds will catch us if we stand still and he will capture us, take me back." The young man whimpered in a low voice as he turned to face her as she did not did seem to get it since she had not met Lord Ramsey Bolton but there was something about her eyes and the way she pierced his gaze.

"Humph, calm down you have the Empire's Strongest with you. Where are we currently, I desire precise information not vague answers." The General demanded as she chose to walk his direction as she had nothing else to do.

Thus is was that Esdeath was following the young man through the snow covered forested woods to an unknown destination.

"The Empire's Strongest my Lady is that you? Reek has not heard of such a person, we are currently in the North, south of Castle Black and north of the D-dreadfort." Reek answered as he began to shiver more from the cold and fear from being caught.

"You have never heard of me? My name full name is General Esdeath Partas; no location you named is familiar to me. Have you heard of the Imperial Empire Reek?" The blue-haired woman inquired as she surveyed the pathetic wreck of a young man she figured had been tortured by this Bolton.

"N-no I have not heard of you, or this Empire you speak of. You are in the Seven Kingdoms of Westoros, the kingdom of the North Lady Esdeath." The brown-haired man clarified as he continued onward as a fast a he could move which at this point he was slowing down but he had to keep going.

The older woman had all confirmation she needed to confirm that this was another world.

No Imperial Empire, he had never heard of her when her name was known in every household, this means no Revolution, no Night Raid, and new hunting grounds. 'This could be interesting; I have received a second chance.'

"Hoh, you are fortunate I owe you a debt. You have nothing to fear further from this Bolton, I am a General class warrior who can crush armies, explain where you are headed?" Esdeath informed as she sheathed her rapier while crossing her arms over her bust.

She gazed at the traumatized young man as they trudged through the thick snow.

"Reek is headed to Castle Black to take the Black to be forgiven for past crimes." The young man insisted as picked up his pace as he looked around them paranoid.

They moved through the trees to cover their tracks at a brisk pace pushing branches from his face.

"Oh, now what crimes have you done? You seem quite tame to me, what is the 'Black'? I am not from around Westoros." The General announced as she followed his path into the tree line but she found it truly ridiculous and overly paranoid.

"Staying for lifelong service at the Night's Watch is the only safety from Lord Bolton and I cannot just flee the land else I will be executed." Reek notified the exotic beauty traveling with him who had no idea of the dangers that waited from the Bolton's.

"Why don't you tell me what your crimes are? Perhaps as a generosity for being the only one to care about me I could save you from this wreck you are so speak Reek!" The blue-haired woman ordered as she intercepted his path and unsheathed her rapier once more giving him a callous glare.

'It is not as if I care about the weak like him, but a debt is a correct?'

"T-here used to be a different man, when his father waged war he was a baby and he lost this baby was given to Lord Eddard Stark as his ward, but hostage was more like it..." The brown-haired man confessed at sword point as he trailed of being overcome with long lost emotion.

The General narrowed her eyes as she stayed at close range to intimidate him with her frightening presence and she silently waiting for the broken man to continue as the snow fell upon them.

"This man grey tired of being in the service of the Starks despite that one Robb Stark was like his brother, so he betrayed them in the War of The Five Kings!" The young man shouted as his bright blue eyes began to get wet with tears as the woman who calls herself Esdeath continued pressuring him.

"Ah, now we get somewhere Reek and I command you to continue. So this man betrayed Royalty?" The blue-haired woman reasoned as she withdrew her rapier.

Then she begin pacing in circles around him much like a shark about to devour them prey but she was a predator of course.

"No, the Starks are not Royalty but close to it. This man he attacked Winterfell with only twenty men and he captured the castle…" Reek admitted as he began getting more and more upset as he spoke shaking while she paced about him staring at him oddly.

"Hmm, only twenty men well that is impressive of this man. Shame he failed I would have to see this castle and I may see it, now go on." Esdeath purred with her hand on her chin getting interested in recovering the young man's destroyed psyche to use as a subordinate and a source of information in this world.

'It is not like there are any Teigu users, so my choices will be limited.'

"Winterfell is huge my Lady, impregnable but he took because the Starks we off at war. He held it for a time, sent for his sister but she only have him a few token men and he did terrible crimes…" The young man cried as a few tears fell down his face as he did not know who he was anymore was he Reek or was he this other man?

"Hoh, so what happened to this man Reek? You know so many intimate details for someone who is not him…" The General remarked as she pushed her cap up to keep the snow out of her eyes as it was at best a minor nuisance.

But by the looks of it bothered the young man more than her judging by his shivering.

"The young man was born on the Iron Isles, sea people are raiders not meant to hold castles he was a brash fool. His biggest mistake was trusting a man who called himself 'Reek'." The brown-haired man stated as he shivered in terror and the frigid weather.

As he looked at the blue-haired woman as she stopped pacing to eye him face to face.

The older woman frowned confused if he is Reek, then who else is Reek? The intrigue has piqued and she wishes to know more.

"If you are Reek, then who else was Reek? Come, keep speaking the snow is falling and you may shiver to death." The blue-haired woman coaxed him along as she felt she had made progress that made this worth her while and she was almost to what broke him.

"The young man trusted another Reek; he was a prisoner in Winterfell. Reek claimed he would serve this young man to be released, he helped hunt the two Stark children…" Reek confided as he collapsed to his knees as talking was becoming too much in this weather and on his emotions.

"Hmm, two Reeks there seems to be a pattern here. So what happened to the Stark children?" Esdeath questioned as she stared down at the prostrate man who was having an emotional breakdown and she sighed hoping this to be worth her time.

"The Starks got away, but this man needed to cover his mistake up. Other Reek murdered two farm boys of the same age, he flayed them and the young man presented the bodies as the Starks." The brown-haired man explained as he jolted when a branch broke from an owl landing on it

His eyes widened fearing it was the Bolton army.

"You are squeamish you know that? So the young man and other Reek had two farm boys murdered to cover up the escape? The other Reek sounds deceptive." The General concluded as she towered over the prone nineteen year old man shivering in the snow.

"Their heads were mounted on pikes, the young man ordered comrades Gelmarr, Aggar, and Gynir to be killed by other Reek because they knew about the murders."The young man said as he shook with intensity at every confession to Esdeath.

But he just hoped he put enough distance between the Dreadfort and here.

"I see, that is an efficient way to keep people silent. Go on keep talking Reek." The blue-haired woman approved of the progress she made so far and if she continued pushing him in the right manner she could can gain an informant in this world.

"The young man murdered the Farlen to be his scapegoat; he considered killing other Reek as well but feared he had a journal of the truth so other Reek lived." Reek confessed as he grabbed his arms shaking torn between identities and two lives at this point as the woman loomed above him.

"Huh, well it sounds like is leading to where the man should have killed other Reek but you know the story right so what do I know?" Esdeath purred as she smirked while raising her boot and placing it on his head.

She pressed down forcefully knocking him back into the snow as she now stands above him. 'Hmm, a little dominance will do him some good in this case.'

"My-y L-lady what a-" the young man asked or was but he was cut off with a heeled combat boot stepping upon his forehead pressing him into the snow as she smiled standing high above him hands now on her hips.

"Did I say you could stop regaling me with your story Reek? You will continue or you will find my boot will be all you see this entire day, now speak!" The General roared as she towered over the man who was a shell of his former self and she would not waste her time.

"Y-yes, The North marched after the fake Stark deaths, to Winterfell. The young man knew he'd lose, but he was willing to battle even so." The brown-haired man croaked in a panicked voice that began to sound split as he became confused and gazed up at the woman known as Esdeath who stood upon his face.

"So he braved a final stand did he? How many soldiers was he up against? The blue-haired woman pondered aloud as her deep blue eyes stared into his black eyes.

"Almost two thousand men My Lady, They would not abandon the castle, because he was no coward he and his few Ironborn prepared for a final stand." Reek replied as the more he met her commanding eyes the more he felt something unknown return to him but what?

"Well the young man is foolish but brave to stand against two thousand with fewer than twenty. It is permissible to continue Reek." Esdeath spoke as she studied him with her eyes in a dominating manner that made him feel like prey as she crossed her arms frowning.

"The young man took the advice of other Reek, who offered his services by taking a large payment of money to get reinforcements, six hundred men from the Dreadfort." The young man admitted as he began crying and quivering in the white snow as he could only stare up at the beautiful woman.

This time the General did not reply, she kept silent and mused on her thoughts. That name of that fort her so feared, ah he was baited into getting help and was captured, he ending being tortured there.

She waved him to continue silently with her right hand and nodded her head as well choosing silence is better in this case since he was so close.

"His final ploy was to threaten to murder Sir Rodrik's daughter, commander of the Northern forces if they should attack. But Maester Luwin convinced him to take the Black my Lady." The brown-haired man described as he told the tale and whimpered in the cold weather as she stood on top of him.

"So Dreadfort men marched, which is where you just escaped from. You are heading to take the Black now, what happened?" The General asked him but it was much more of a command disguised as a question.

And he knew it for what it was.

"He did not get to surrender, House Bolton men arrived that butchered the North men. As he was thanking other Reek, he revealed he was Lord Ramsey Bolton himself all along!" Reek screamed becoming unstable but he was held firmly by the woman's boot.

He could not get up no matter how hard he tried.

"Hoh, I see so the Bolton tricked you all along, we are nearly finished so stop thrashing or I will make you stop!" The blue-haired woman commanded as she regained control over him and she gazed down at him hoping this is worth it.

"Lord Ramsey Bolton sacked Winterfell, killed the young man's me, took his bed warmer Kyra, broke his cheekbone and took him back for torture. The entire North hates this young man!" The young man sobbed in the snow as she still stood atop his face evaluating him.

"I have two more questions for you; the first is what was done to you?" Esdeath ordered as she almost had him 'recovered' if he could be that is and if not she would just leave him in the snow as she had no time to this all day.

"Not me! The other man! The other man was captured, pieces of his skin were flayed for weeks, he laid with dogs, he was even castrated and is a man no more." The brown-haired man wailed as he broke down at his most horrifying memory of the woman coming in and the knife of my God.

The General frowned staring down at him, now understanding why he is so broken and she had no desire to torture such a creature.

Why torture something that is so weak anyway? Perhaps she felt a slight, ever so slight pity after hearing the story as it was clear he just wanted to die.

'Then again I have tortured so many people that, I am likely worse than this Bolton. Although I don't generally castrate men. This man seems quite petty…'

"You listen to me well; I need you to be of use to me. You are not dead yet, so what is your name?" The General commanded as she stepped off of him.

She crouched down low as she grasped the side of his face as she pulled him up to look her in the eyes.

"Reek! My name is Reek and it rhymes with freak!" Reek declared as he was decided that he was the Reek persona as he stared into deep blue eyes that narrowed back at him.

She suddenly pointed a rapier at his throat.

"What type of mother names their child Reek?! That is not your given name!" The blue-haired woman roared as she drew him in closer eye to eye and she had him shaking in terror at this point of her wrath.

The snow fall had died down somewhat but the two were so absorbed in their discussion that they had not been paying attention to the weather, the Northern forests or anything beyond their words.

"It is my name! My name is Reek My Lady! We need to keep moving please!" The young man disagreed with her as he was becoming afraid of her.

And she seemed like a primal force that could consume him if he made her angry.

"Do not test my patience, you answer now or face the Bolton's on your own! I will leave you here in the snow for them to strip your skin, what is your name?" Esdeath bellowed as she yelled so loudly her voice rung out through the trees and birds flew away as he stared up her wide eyes.

"I-I m-my name is Theon Greyjoy! I am Theon Greyjoy the first son of Lord Balon, heir to the Iron Islands Lady Esdeath!" Theon declared as he gasped and was no longer 'Reek' as he stared with bright blues eyes back into deep blues and he knew if not for her forceful nature he may have not recovered.

"Humph, good to know you aren't a complete waste of time Theon Greyjoy, get up from the snow. You aren't taking the Black though I need you as my guide, if Bolton's come our way I kill them." The General ordered as she was going to have to find prey in this world and he would direct her.

For his loyal service he would receive protection.

"W-what I told you that I am wanted in the Seven Kingdoms and will be executed, on sight! Lady Esdeath you cannot handle all of the Bolton's even if you are powerful." The Greyjoy protested as he reared to his feet thinking she was now insane.

Judging by her sadistic smile he was wondering if that was the case.

"You have no idea who is standing before you do you? Standing before you is the General who can crush armies and nations. I fear no Bolton's when they see me they will run…" The blue-haired woman bragged as she turned away and began walking back the way they came but not hearing him follow.

The older woman sighed as it seemed a show of her Teigu's power would be needed to make this new subordinate have faith in her ability to fight armies.

"You have not met him, he broke me and you should stay away from him. You seem to be from far away, but we need to go north Lady Esdeath please!" Theon begged for her to listen and he walked a few short paces after her out of respect for restoring his mind.

He placed a hand on her shoulder but as they stood there in the snow covered clearing he heard the sound from the pits of hell.

Loud horns blew off in the distance as they were close by followed by the barking of many ferocious hounds, the Bastards girls and he felt a new terror build deep within his being, he heard the stomping of horse hooves on the snow covered forest floor and realized Bolton was nearly here!

'I truly escaped, it was no game but he followed my tracks. If I had not helped her, he would not have followed me. She stilled saved my mind from Reek, I need tell her to run with me and maybe we can make it!'

"That is the Bolton forces, the Bastard's girls are his hounds, I see now I would have made it further without you but you helped me too but I implore you to run with me Lady Esdeath!" The brown-haired young man pleaded with her as he tried to budge her but found she was immovable and she was rooted to her spot.

"Fufu, I could use some fun and I am curious how many men he brought. Child's play to the Empire's Strongest in the end but I am always up for a slaughter no?" Esdeath reasoned as she talked to herself more than Theon and she decided this will be her show of force to gain her first subordinate in the new world.

"I-I e-escaped b-before h-he c-could c-cripple m-me, I-I s-still h-have m-my t-teeth a-and m-my f-fingers b-but h-he w-will f-flay m-me a-alive w-whole!" The young man stammered in fright as his hands shook in fear on her shoulders now that he heard the horses and the hounds just under one hundred feet away.

"Let me make you a deal Theon, I won't let them touch you and afterwards you must serve me is that understood? I will make you believe in my power, now how do I make him angry?" The General smirked as she stepped ahead as the force of thirty men began to pour in the clearing.

She advanced with her light blue hair blowing in the wind due to the Northern weather.

"S-serve you Lady Esdeath, you wish to enrage him? Don't do that; do not call him Ramsey Snow, or a bastard of Bolton, call him Lord Ramsey Bolton!" Theon advised as he officially came to the conclusion she is mentally ill and he was going to pay for her brazen actions.

Thirty Bolton Dreadfort men arrived on horses complete with the hounds on chains and at the head was who she assumed to be Ramsey Bolton, who wore a dark armor red helm, a pale pink cloak.

The man's rounded helm and gorget bore the resemblance of a skinless and blood man whose mouth was open in a silent scream of terror.

Ramsey Bolton rode forward displeased his pet had escaped him somehow into the night but he had followed the tracks and it enraged him his Reek made it this far.

When he rode into the clearing in the middle of the Northern forest, he had not expected his pet to be with someone else but how delightful!

What a beautiful creature she is, he has never seen one with hair like that, blue hair? Or skin so fine which he will enjoy playing with.

'One so beautiful and rare deserves being raped many times before a flaying, the only blue-haired woman I have ever seen…'

The Bastard of Bolton had only brought the thirty men so if came to it they could split up or if he had made close to Castle Black intent on taking the Black as a few weeks ago, he was amused by the way she strutted forward with her deadly sword, strange uniform and posture that's he expected to take them all on? 'Perhaps she will kill one or two of my men; she is not a broken toy yet.'

Ramsey spotted his Reek cowered a further distance behind the woman as if she could protect him, he smiled behind his helm and placed his hands upon it, as he removed his helm to address the both the swordswoman and his Reek.

"My Reek, you wound me running off into the night, where did you find this rare exotic beauty! I have never seen blue hair before, do not kill her! She will warm my bed before I flay her." The Bastard of Bolton commanded his thirty men as he shouted his orders and they nodded their heads not wishing to incur his wrath.

The Empire's Strongest raised a brow when he took his helm off, he is rather hideous, he is a repulsive young man, and he has a grossness to his facial features that she noted.

Ramsey's skin is pink and blemished, he has a wide nose, his hair was long, dark, slightly wet with snowfall as the snow was falling down around them, his lips are broad and fleshy, quite wormy looking to her eyes.

His smile was how she put it damp looking? He was leering at her with pale beady eyes, as if she was a woman within reach for him. She sneered back at him in response and chuckled at him.

"Not your Reek anymore Snow, I staked a claim by rights of strength and he serves me now Ramsey 'Bastard of Bolton' Snow. Theon go seek cover, but do watch your new leader." The blue-haired woman taunted the rather repugnant creature with a smile.

She being a master of psychology understood the situation well as she glanced at Theon's running form and knew he hated it that a noble was in his grasp who was so much better looking.

'So the Bastard made him into his Reek, what a small-minded weak creature.'

Theon ran thinking that the woman known as Esdeath was out of her mind to take on thirty Bolton men but he ran for the trees to get away from Ramsey.

But it mattered not if she died soon or was captured, he would be found fast so fleeing was pointless.

A part of him was curious where her confidence came from, so he hid behind a tree and watched from a far away distance but as he knew no distance was safe from the Bastard of Bolton.

"You dare woman! You will address me as Lord Ramsey Bolton, the trueborn son of Roose Bolton; you deserve a unique type of misery." Ramsey snarled as he glared at her with pale eyes that promised pain worse than any other woman he had captured.

He would tear her open as he fucked her one hundred times as he flays her small pieces at a time!

"I deduced your inferiority complex, you were furious to have a handsome noble in your possession, and as you are such a hideous Bastard you had to maim him, make him Reek no Snow?" Esdeath mocked with sadistic smile as she pushed her cap up to see better.

With her rapier at her side advanced with all the grace of a powerful predator.

The Greyjoy widened his eyes as she taunted the Bolton Lord and grabbed the tree in horror; there is no dispute now that she is truly maddened! He still though felt compelled to watch her, his black eyes felt like he could not look away.

"That is enough out of you whore! I will split your cunt open a hundreds of times before you die; five men go cripple her but leave her to agonize worse than my girls or my Reek experience!" The Bastard of Bolton roared as he held his sword out and his five Dreadfort men charged at his order.

All the while he hissed at her words and decided she had spoken to his Reek.

'He must have overcome the last few weeks torture, well I will bring him back and mark him so back he will never get past it.'

Twenty-Five men sat back wondering why five were even sent at all, it was too many for a mere pussy with a sword.

Thirty men to come out here just to retrieve a eunuch and they find a swords woman defending him but it is not like she can save him.

The five Dreadfort men charged towards the General as she did not even budge from her spot in the clearing as they charged her.

All she did do was start laughing and as they reached her she swung her rapier slicing the neck of one of the men swiftly, then leaping in above the horse of the next man as she cut the next man's head clean off and his body fell headless to the snowy grounds.

The other three had no time to react that their allies had been butchered as they turned around as she ran towards them and bounded thirty feet above them, from the sky she fell on their horses as she landed with immense force slicing one horse in half along with the man as well.

With mere seconds, she closed the gap as she cut the next man's head off and the throat of the next from behind as the corpses of men as well as horse landed on the floor of the forest.

The horses that weren't dead, fled in terror with body parts of their riders remaining upon their backs running past the stunned and horrified Bolton army.

Theon nearly fell over in shock, awe, and a good deal of fear too. How did she do that, jump so high? She jumped nearly thirty feet above the Bolton men! She cleaved a horse in two, she entire men in half, is she even human?

'Does she stand a chance against twenty five Bolton's plus Ramsey? As amazing as that was if they all charge at once…'

"We don't stand a chance against that demon! She's a fucking monster!" A Dreadfort man exclaimed in terror upon his horse as the horse too felt the anxiety in the air.

"She is not human, you guys saw that! She butchered them all like a flying beast from the pits of hell!" Another Dreadfort man observed as he did not think even twenty five men could overpower that.

"Our only chance is to flee! She is an inhuman freak of nature! No human can do that!" A third Dreadfort man screamed in fear as he too did not feel safe battling that even in plate mail and he would rather face the Mountain!

"Silence you gutless fools! There are twenty six of us and one blue-haired cunt, she cannot butcher us all if we charge her at once and she knows it! Men of the Dreadfort, rip her limb by limb!" Ramsey shrieked in a shrill voice as was filled with a need to kill this woman more than anyone he has ever met.

He rallied his men as he placed his helm on to charge her in battle raging to mutilate her.

The mini Dreadfort host along with hounds roared to life as they charged the General as she decided now was time for her special show to demonstrate her Teigu as she needs followers and why not start with Theon but she had a special treat in mind for Ramsey…

The blue-haired woman ran forward then leaped high above and decided to be careful where she aimed this since she wished for Ramsey to live.

"Hoh, it is time to you the power of General Esdeath, Weissschnabel!" Esdeath announced as she waved her right hand and created a massive volley of icicles that she launched down at the host as she landed back on the snow covered floor.

The Dreadfort host halted their charge when the monster woman created ice from thin air and fired it at them.

The men tried to turn around but they had no time as men were skewered as if she was a giant stabbing meat with a fork to devour and she was playing with her food, entire horses were pierced as well.

Ramsey's pale eyes widened in realization that she was some type of witch and he through some stroke of luck pulled his horse out of the horde of deadly ice as he retreated to where he did not know but anywhere but here!

Three other men escaped the spree of death as they followed their leader too intimidated to even look behind them as they rode back the way they came.

The Greyjoy ran out from where he hid as he stared upon the scene of carnage, chaos and death as his mind processed the simple fact. 'One person did this, with ease and she summoned ice. How did she do so?'

As the brown-haired young man ran forward compelled now more out of curiosity than fear of Ramsey he watched as she was cutting down the three retreating men as she leaped once like a banshee upon the horse of one.

Then slit his throat as she stood up never bothered by the movement of the horse, she took control of the horse as she rode up to the next man and proceeded to impale him with a large ice spike.

She did not even bother closing the gap with the last man; she launched a precise icicle at his throat as he fell dead into the snow.

The General smiled as she took control of one of the extra horses grabbing the reins, then she turned around and sped back to her new subordinate as she studied his intimidated face and frightened expression.

"Theon hop on a horse, my gift to you as my new subordinate is that I am hunting prey and that prey is a bastard. Our prey is Snow, I am a kind leader to my follower and cruel to enemies now go!" The blue-haired woman commanded as she shoved him a horse and gestured he hop onto the animal right away but he did not so she sighed rubbing her forehead.

Theon backed away in fear of this woman, save him did but she was still like a demon out of hell and he would prefer to still take the Black.

He swallowed the lump in his throat as she dismounted and he felt into the snow thinking she would kill him now as she walked towards him.

The older woman walked towards the young man as she stood above him, and held her right hand out, smiling trying to be gentle as he had been through extreme torture and she said he would be a subordinate did she not?

"Hoh, stand up we have prey that is escaping us? I won't hurt you Theon do you think me the bastard? I am cruel as you saw but I don't harm subordinates which you are, I'll never harm you." Esdeath assured as she stood above him smiling softly with her right hand extended to help him up.

'I have learned with certain subordinates such as when I comforted Seryu that I need to use a soft touch sometimes, I will use that lesson here because brutality won't get me far with this one.'

The Greyjoy stared up at Esdeath and as he stared up at her tall form, he no longer saw the person who the Dreadfort men were calling a monster.

She smiled down at him peacefully with her hand extended, looking just like when he saw her in the snowy banks.

He was staring up at a Goddess now, he decided to follow her and instead of taking the Black as he reached up to accept her hand as she pulled him to his feet as he looked at her unsure but trying to be hopeful she won't hurt him like Ramsey.

"Hmm, if anyone or anything ever troubles you just come to me Theon and I will make them disappear for you. Stay by my side and no one in this world will hurt you again." The General cooed as she placed her left hand upon his face gently.

When he started crying she pulled him into a hug to her chest rubbing his back gently.

Theon was confused how does someone who butchered twenty-five men gleefully, go from that to this.

She smashed his face into her breasts and at this moment in time he despaired for his bodies state but he still cries and wrapped his arms around her hugging her back.

As he felt her pat his back with far more gentleness than she used to cut down the Bolton horde.

'I suppose she is not so bad if she won't hurt me and someone who can do that can fend off nearly anyone trying to kill me.'

"See Esdeath is not cruel to all, I can be nice to some people but it is a select few. We need to go before our bastard flees but I am an expert hunter and tracker, his prints I can follow and I can sniff him out." The blue-haired woman gloated as she patted her new subordinate on the back one more time and leaped upon her horse smirking as she gestured once more to leave.

This time the brown-haired young man nodded motivated to hunt down a certain bastard and he grabbed the side of his horse as he mounted the animal then turned to face his what was she?

"Lady Esdeath, where are you from? You said you were a General from the Imperial Empire, where is that? How do I address you?" The Greyjoy inquired as he lifted the reins of his horse as rose by the blue-haired woman who rescued him from his damaged psyche.

'I owe her so much, I see now it would not have mattered if the Bolton's have collected her. Would she have destroyed the entire fort?' He did not know but he owed loyalty all the same.

"Fufu, you won't believe it but it is not from this world! I will tell you more later, how do you address me? Call me General, Commander, or Lady Esdeath the choice is yours." Esdeath instructed as she rode her horse as a swift speed a she smiled pushing her cap up so she could see well as she tracked her prey and sniffed the air.

The brown-haired young man rode beside her as he stared at her to see she was actually sniffing for Ramsey, she can smell him out?

"If it is acceptable I will just say Lady Esdeath for now, are you actually able to sniff people out while hunting!" Theon hollered loudly enough to be heard as she sped away in excitement as she apparently caught a scent.

He grabbed his reins as he sped his horse up following her through the snowy forests as he dodged tree after tree.

"Yes, I grew up as a child in the Partas clan in my world hunting creatures we call Danger Beasts and sniffed them out, that along with my superior senses allows me to smell his trail!" The General called back to her subordinate as she followed the scent trail.

Which led to partially covered horse tracks leading through the woods at an odd angle.

'Hmm, clever he is not taking the main path back to the Dreadfort as one would be expected he is hiding in the forest. So he does hunt people often but I hunt better.' Her deep blue eyes followed her path from years of hunting as she dashed forward.

The Greyjoy was silent because while he was looking forward to seeing Ramsey suffer returning to him, even when he was helpless made him feel uneasy.

"Hoh, he is a clever one. I would have expected he flee right back to his fort, but no. He intended to hide in the woodlands all day, how often does he hunt people? I assume often, he is skilled." The blue-haired woman inquired as she rode atop her horse into a clearing.

She rode as a faster pace no longer worrying about her horse running into trees.

"H-he hunts daily, if the girl gave him good sport he gives a quick death by raping them first then flaying them after, he names his dogs after the ones who gave good sport and the ones who don't…" Theon admitted as he swallowed remembering how recent Kyra's death was.

He looked on ahead to pay attention more as he steered through the clearing.

"What a twisted little Snow, what of the ones who give bad sport?" Esdeath commented as she had a feeling it the lesser version of his threats to her.

She sniffed the air grinning as she detecting the trail was closer now.

"The ones who give bad sport Lady Esdeath, are raped and flayed alive. The bodies are fed to his hounds…" The Greyjoy spoke in sorrow and pain as he navigated forward not wishing to discuss the subject further as the bastard haunted his mind.

"Fufu, you are so lucky you have me Theon, want to know why? I excel in torture! I will break him just for you! He is near and he doesn't expect me to be able to tract him by scent." The General cheered as she snapped the reins of her horse.

She rushed onward as she eyed the forest area for her prey carefully.

It seems if she guessed correctly the bastard had hidden his horse nearby and hidden in the forest.

The brown-haired young man didn't have a response to that she excelled at torture as he was harmed terribly by someone who excelled at torture.

But part of him was looking forward to seeing the bastard squeal.

He narrowed his bright blue eyes as Theon Greyjoy was fully reborn and he would follow this woman even if she was rather frightening to say the least.

"Hoh, we stop here Theon, the horse tracks end around here. He is on foot close by so come with me; fear not the bastard cannot harm you anymore. Are there caves in the forests to hide in?" The blue-haired woman concluded as she dismounted her horse by a tree and used rope to tie the animal to the tree carefully.

"Yes, the North is the largest of the Seven Kingdoms Lady Esdeath. It is also home to many old land artifacts, ruins, and such that would make a great hiding place for him." Theon advised as he hopped down onto the snowy ground as he trudged following his Commander as she called herself.

And he supposed it is an apt term for someone of such immense power.

"Stay, near me, he will jump out and then I make him suffer. Of course he will try to go my neck, that will never work I can sense a murderous presence." Esdeath admitted as she scouted the area from where the horse tracks vanished drew her rapier smirking as she knew he was near.

And right now, she smelled a foul stench that was greater than on the trails.

The Greyjoy opened his mouth to speak but his Commander raised her hand to silence him as she stalked forward like a Direwolf that was hunting?

No, that was not an apt term, she had the silence of a Direwolf but as fierce as the beasts were, she was a different beast all together when she hunted.

The General silently followed the trail of scent that truly smelled unpleasant and noticed a hilly snow bank where the trail had lead.

She has come to the conclusion recent snowfall covered his tracks, and he must have either released his horse, or hid the animal nearby.

She walked up to the bank as she motioned for Theon to stay, in the distance the snow bank appeared to be nothing special but up close a hole appeared and she grinned wolfishly.

Her boots crunched in the wintery earth as she bent over near the hole and judged one had to slide down.

The older woman slid in narrow entrance which was only like five feet in before she found her boot was grabbed viciously by a hand.

She smirked as she smashed the hand brutally likely breaking his plate mail in the process as she forced her body into the small cave to land barely able to stand as she only dropped a foot after the make shift slide.

She smiled maliciously finding the bastard hissing holding his hand in the narrow end of the cave with cracked plate mail as pieces fell to the ground.

"Hello my prey, I spent some time tracking you after butchering your men. I even got the last three and stole two horses; I followed your scene with my skilled nose of mine. Wish to play bastard?" The blue-haired woman sneered as she wielded her rapier smiling.

Her rather unskilled foe rose to his feet to pick up a battle axe with his free hand.

"What manner of beast are you? What is your interest in the Bolton's? You are just as monstrous as I. You cannot be this interested in the maimed Greyjoy, so what are you after!" Ramsey ranted as he was positively wrathful and he glared through hateful pale eyes.

He had his helm down right now but he felt it won't do him much good.

"I am the apex predator, the ultimate warrior who will rain bloodshed upon your world. My interest in the Bolton's? I recovered Theon's mind and I am his Master now a kinder one than you Snow." Esdeath purred while chuckling as she advanced as snow fell from their underground roof.

While he gazed back with enraged and terrified pale eyes.

"You are an arrogant wench is what you are, keep Reek for all I care but the Bolton's are an old house in the North if you think you can attack me unpunished you are wrong!" The Bastard of Bolton roared as he would tell his father about this and he bring the other lords down upon her head!

Following that thought he used his right hand to cover his helm preparing to fight even if he doesn't stand a chance.

"As for me being a monster, I am a bigger monster than you can ever be. As General I have butchered countless too many thousands to count and if you want war I live for war!" The General declared as she closed the narrow gap swiping with her rapier as her foe blocked with his battle axe.

She mused that it would be more amusing hold back to add some sport to the game.

"I do not give a fuck how many thousand you claim to have killed you cunt! I will split you in two, the North will give you war!" Ramsey insisted as he raised his battle axe and tried to cut her throat fury in his being.

But he found she used her rapier too quickly for him to react and she blocked then with strength he could not compete as his axe was knocked from his hands to the snowy flooring of the cave.

The bastard scrambled to get his axe with his hand but was stomped down upon brutally by high heels and snarled up at her, she claimed to have followed him with her nose! No human can do this, what the hell is this beast!

The General brutally kicked him in helm as he rolled across the floor of the small domed cave and his bloody his helm flew off stained his several of his teeth.

She reached down to grab his neck roughly as she walked back to the entrance and stepped up the one-foot drop.

She jumped out of the narrow slide with her Teigu enhanced strength as she landed nimbly with her prey dropping him some distance away from a stunned Theon.

Theon watched as Ramsey was defeated with broken teeth but he knew she was just getting started, he was not shocked after seeing what she did before.

However, seeing the man who caused him so much pain brought down is hard to handle and pleasurable at the same time.

"Pay attention Theon, this is a valuable life lesson that applies to you and Ramsey. More to him by far of course, you are my subordinate so you live safely under my will. He though…" The blue-haired woman informed both men in the clearing as she glanced over her shoulder at her submissive new subordinate.

She knew he needs no dominance as he had enough of that and stepped above the bastard towering over him rapier still drawn.

The Greyjoy could not look away; before today watching another human be tortured would not be appealing but with the Bolton bastard he was figured fuck it.

He wanted to see all of this and commit it to memory.

"Listen closely to an important lesson in life Ramsey 'Bastard of Bolton' Snow, in this world the weak die and the strong survive. No one has ever been stronger than me, got that?" Esdeath explained as she bent over to grasp his face and stared deeply in his pale eyes before standing up and stomping upon his face smirking.

"You go to hell you ice cunt! Let's see how you handle the armies of the North and-"The Bastard of Bolton threatened but was cut off by a savage stomp to his throat as his choked for air and she now had two boots on his face.

"Fufu, you talk too much. Hate me Ramsey Snow, when we finish with your torture session I may let you linger hanging from a rope as a shadow of your former self with my name etched in your skin!" The General announced as she put her full body weight on his face and she laughed at how he went red in the face.

Ramsey has never felt such rage or hate for anyone, he vowed at this moment if he lives he will kill this woman! He will follow her with an army and make her scream!

"Theon, Ramsey Snow, I am the strongest in this world and from my world. Those that cannot challenge my will live under it. I like Theon, he has my protection but you bastard I have judged you…" The blue-haired woman claimed as she began forming a very fine ice blade in her left hand with a smile.

"Fuck off with your judgments filthy cunt! I could care less that you like the maimed Greyjoy better than-! " Ramsey shrieked as he was once more cut off from speaking by another throat kick as he gagged.

"Hmm, that tongue is a problem. I dislike rudeness, Theon is so polite Ramsey, he calls me Lady Esdeath, and you call me cunt. I will cut out your tongue just for that one." Esdeath announced as she knelt down with the ice blade and dropped the rapier to the snowy ground.

Then she grasped the back of his enraged face with her endowed strength as she drew him in smiling all the while.

The General pulled the bastard forward while he thrashed but he was no match for her Demon's Extract endowed strength and she opened his mouth holding the ice knife.

Then then smirked as she plunged it into the back of his throat laughing as he made silent gurgling scream noises.

After about thirty seconds of playing about to mess with the bastard, she dropped him into the snowy woodland grounds with one tongue in hand and she leaned down as she opened his mouth.

And she then shoved it down his throat while grinning as he choked on his own tongue eventually swallowing it whole.

"Fufu, I thought you might like that back, since you enjoyed using it to insult me so. Are you saying something bastard? Oh pardon my intensities." The blue-haired woman cackled as she crouched low near his face as his had a few tears streaming down his eyes.

She patted him on his greasy black hair before beginning again.

"His tongue is gone; you cut his tongue out Lady Esdeath. After all he did to me, he is suffering, and you won't do any of this to me will you?" The brown-haired young man muttered in amazement as he needed to be sure she won't harm him like Bolton despite saying so already.

"Hmm, I told you I would never harm you, instead I will protect you. You will see me take many lives but never hurt you Theon. Snow you're weak, not just compared to me but your troops..." Esdeath declared as she reached to his chest plate as she placed an index finger to his chest plate as it glowed brilliantly.

With her slightest delicate touch, she began freezing just the armor solid then she shattered it with a punch to the stomach leaving him coughing blood silently.

Theon was transfixed by the power this woman wielded, what was this power? How could she do this? These were his questions running through his mind.

And yet he smiled watching the bastard now bare with no chest plat as she began to get to work on him and he understood she was a truly devious woman.

"Anyone is free to have inhibitions; I myself enjoy battle and carnage. Yet my observation of you is you are nothing is not for your toys, a sadistic who has no battle ability. Bastard you are my toy now." The General announced as she removed the gloves he wore.

And she tore off the chain mail bare handed that he wore below the waist.

The Greyjoy stepped closer finding he had to see this from a good view, how could he not want watch this?

"I am going to play with you; if you live you get to be a broken man who spreads the words of my coming. Maybe you can even muster the entire North hmm?" The blue-haired woman mocked as she picked up her ice knife as she held face closely while she smiled coldly while cutting his right eye out.

She held the eye up for him to see before discarding it in what was becoming bloody snow.

The Bastard of Bolton scream in agony, pain and humiliation silently as his right eye was torn out while he glared up at her in such deep bottomless hate.

'I'll slaughter her somehow! This cunt won't get away with this!

"Fufu, an eye for an eye oh well Theon has both eyes but you get my meaning. You harmed my subordinate, scream silently for me." Esdeath remarked she started to break his fingers one by one ever so slowly smirking at the snapping noising.

Once she finished with both hands she began carefully as she could flaying finger by finger with her ice knife until she finished with both hands to judge her work with a nod as she was content thus far.

"L-lady Esdeath what else will you do to him? I do not enjoy torture as I have been tortured but find I am ashamed to enjoy his downfall." The brown-haired young man mumbled as he found the ability and courage to speak to someone that strong as she turned to glance at him smiling.

"My Theon, there is no need to stutter, no harm will ever come to you from these hands. I will destroy his tendons so he will never wield a sword again, to start…" The General remarked as she exchanged her ice knife for the rapier and held her prey down smiling.

Then she pieced the tendons for permanent damage in his sword arm as she enjoyed how he writhed and pierced the tendons in the remaining arm as well.

The blue-haired woman continued her delicate work by next returning to his flayed hands to remove each finger nail, painfully one at a time by creating a very tiny ice pick to use to pry each nail up and then she yanked the nails from his skin.

She supposed the bastard was in too much suffering to even move on his own, but just for the fun of it with her rapier she stabbed his left foot and then she followed up with his foot right severing his tendons in his feet completely as she left him unable to walk.

Esdeath smashed his knee caps enjoying the crunch the bones made, she considered this crude torture but she did not have all day to waste on him.

The next move she performed she pulled turned to at her subordinate as she pondered asking if he wants to do this, then she elected not to as it would bring back fragile memories of his own event.

'I will be careful with his fragile being, I am overpowering but I won't break him.'

So the she pulled the loins down of the horrified Bolton as she selected her ice knife and smiled down at him deciding to speak before doing this.

"Theon, I wish for you to look away. Snow, you should be aware this will hurt. You probably are thinking I should go to hell but they won't take me. I died recently and I'm back." The General lectured as she held the bastard in place with little effort as she placed the knife in the proper spot.

And then she cut off everything…

Theon followed the advice and looked away as he enjoyed that Ramsey was suffering his ultimate comeuppance but he felt too queasy seeing that. 'At least she was considerate of me, to think of that.'

"Fufu, that is the smallest cock I have ever seen and I see where your rage came from. Here keep it as a memento, from your Master she says you earned it." The blue-haired woman snickered as she tossed the nasty thing upon his neck.

And she touched his neck as she froze the severed appendage to his neck.

The Greyjoy found he had the nerve to turn around as her words implied her cutting was done, as he saw the most glorifying sight.

A broken Bolton bastard cock less with it frozen to his neck as he lay in the snow of the Northern forest looking so utterly pathetic it is a wonder he ever feared him.

"Hmm, you need a marking showing who owns you now. I own you and I own the Dreadfort too by default. Theon does he have any relatives to come after me?" Esdeath questioned as she removed his linen shirt tearing it to shreds.

Which following that she used her ice knife to began engraving an E then an S followed by D after that E and so on…

"Yes, his father is currently serving King Robb Stark known as King of the North and his father is Roose Bolton, a more cunning man. A war is raging known as the war of the Five Kings." The young man informed her as he noticed she carved her name into Ramsey's chest.

And he could not help himself a bit of his old self returned as he laughed slightly.

All of the fight was gone from the Bastard of Bolton as his body was wrecked with so much pain he lay there broken and all he could do is wish someone killed her as he stared up at the snowy trees as he blacked out.

"Huh, so it is a massive rebellion for the main crown then? That is interesting; I served the Prime Minister and the child emperor in my world when I could have had the throne…" The General admitted as she was now thinking perhaps a throne would suit her?

"It is an open rebellion; King Joffrey cut off Ned Stark's head, the man who held me hostage Lady Esdeath. The boy is born of incest, not even of royal blood thus five contenders rose up." Theon answered as he observed the bastard now had the very same red emblem she had between her breasts engraved crudely into his chest.

Just below her name and he pondered what the mark was?

"Hoh, forgive me bastard my artwork is poor but as my name spreads all will know who your owner is. It is not the War of the Five Kings, no it is the War of the Six Kings." The blue-haired woman declared as she lifted the broken bastard up and flipped him over onto his back as she laid his sleeping form in the frozen earth.

Then she collected her ice pick as she paused before writing to look at Theon.

The Greyjoy was floored by her statement, as even with all that power she had no army. 'Can she truly destroy armies?'

"So Theon I am writing a message, I need the name of the Capital City in this world and the crown being disputed is which crown?" The blue-haired woman queried as she gave him a curious look where she almost looked innocent as if she was not about to carve in Bolton's skin.

"I-it is King's Landing, the Iron Throne Lady Esdeath, to the South. How will you join the war with no army? Can you truly fight entire armies?" The young man asked as he walked closer to see what she was writing as he opened his mouth at the brazenness of this woman you would think she had balls.

Esdeath carved finely into the bastard's back as she wrote small with nice penmanship, or as well as she could in skin.

She wrote a message heralding her coming, finally she finishing as she grabbed the bastard by his neck and began dragging him through the snow to her horse leaving blood red snow in her wake.

Theon followed her as he stared at the bastard's back; there is no doubt about it.

This woman does not hold back, wherever she was from she was a General, she has experienced true war and she intended to join the war with her overwhelming power. He studied the message and it was extremely foreboding to say the least.

'I, General Esdeath have now entered your War of the Five Kings,'

'Herald my coming for I am the apex predator.'

'I am the winter storm that blows your way.'

'This world shall bear witness to the power of my Teigu.'

'I will leave imprints in the land itself as proof of Demon's Extract's abilities.'

'Ice, snow, hail, and frozen corpses are all you will get for opposing me.'

'I will pave my way to your King's Landing and build my own army.'

'There I will seat myself upon the Iron Throne and rule as Emperor.'

His light blue eyes felt like they felt out of his head and he read the conclusion of the message.

'After witnessing her might, Lords, soldiers, and townsfolk may submit to me for safety and join my army.'

'Those who fail to heed the first warning will be cleansed from this earth. Signed yours truly Emperor Esdeath.'

That was what the message arrogantly proclaimed, for some reason as he followed her he felt as if it was not just an empty claim.

He followed trudging through the snow as he observed her roughly drag the bastard and they found their horses tied to trees, soon after she untied hers as she turned to glance at him smiling.

"I did that for you Theon; I had no interest in the bastard. I realize nothing will bring back what he did to you, but you have a place by me now understand? I am here for you." The General stated as she walked up to him and placed a hand upon his shoulder.

The Greyjoy won't lie she is downright intimidating, overpowering and many other things but when she smiles sweetly at him to coax him that she is going to make everything be all right he believed in her more than he ever did the Starks.

"T-thank you Lady Esdeath, I will never be my old self fully again but I appreciate you trying. I used to be a brash young warrior but I feel that is gone now. He broke me…" The young man whispered as he looked away feeling himself get wet in the eyes.

Once again he was pulled into a hug for the second time in this day this head as his head rested upon her shoulder.

"Yes, I know I suppose that is why I am soft on you. I am usually a cold person but I have a soft spot for you. If I can make things easier for you, let me know?" The blue-haired woman soothed him as she patted his back as she withdrew still smiling.

"I will thank you, what are you doing with him if I may ask?" Theon questioned out of curiosity as he noticed she leaped atop her horse with the broken bastard and placed him lying upon the back of her horse.

"Hoh, as you can see he is the message but not fully. I need to destroy a significant land mark, a seat of power. Let's go reduce the Dreadfort to rubble my subordinate shall we?" Esdeath announced as she grabbed the reins of her horse and turned her horse around as she began riding the horse back the way she came smiling deviously.

The Greyjoy balked at his stared at her grabbing the reins of his own horse, how will she destroy the Dreadfort?

"How do you plan to destroy the Dreadfort Lady Esdeath? For that matter how do you plan to get soldiers?" The young man requested as he rode his horse up beside her and she chuckled glancing at him.

"As for soldiers you will be my adviser for this world, as we travel you will tell me where nobles are. If they do not submit they are wiped form this earth and I take their soldiers or what is left." The General answered as she smirked deviously.

She knew she had to show mercy for once to thousands upon thousands of weak people or she would not gain an army.

"You are like Aegon the Conqueror my Lady, but with no dragons. I have a feeling you don't need dragons." Theon marveled as he stared at her she seemed like a Goddess.

And he realized she would conquer Westoros just like Aegon but unlike the former she did not need the aid of dragons.

"Who is Aegon Theon? I take it by the name he was a significant conqueror from these lands? I presume you paid your Commander a compliment, I like to be flattered." The blue-haired woman approved as she nodded her interested to hear in this conqueror and how he won the lands.

"Yes, it was a compliment I was thinking you are like a Goddess. Aegon Targaryen won the Seven Kingdoms two hundred years ago with gigantic dragons that are now extinct." The Greyjoy told her as her watched her face light up in interest at the word dragons but go downcast at the word extinct.

'Knowing her she just wanted to hunt them, or fight them.'

"Hmm, you are correct dragons are not needed, a dragon hunt would have been fun. I briefly battled a man turned into a dragon in my world, I loved him but he hated me…" Esdeath muttered as her face became sorrowful and full of pain over her past love.

How no matter hard she tried to not think of it Tatsumi never looked her way nor did he deem her worthy of love.

"He didn't love you back Lady Esdeath, perhaps you can find someone else to love? You have been kind to me; please don't torment yourself on unrequited love for the rest of your days." The brown-haired young man pleaded as he rode on horseback beside his new Commander.

And also inside he pondered how a man turns into a dragon.

'Then again with a world where she claimed she was the strongest person there as well, I suppose anything is possible.' He followed watched the forest pathway as they headed onward.

"You are a sweet young man my Theon, fear not but I do not torment myself he is in the past and while we were on opposing sides of a war I was willing to kill him or he kill me either way was fine." The General remembered as she smiled peacefully as they rode and she sighed but she wondered if it was truly love at some points.

"It is good to know you don't torture yourself, but you were going to kill him and you loved him?" Theon asked confused as he did not understand her logic in the matter as he rode closer to understand more as he studied her face.

"Indeed, he was a rebel on the opposing side of the war and he had to die. I did not kill him, you'd never believe it but I died fighting alone against a 100,000 plus strong rebel army all by myself." The blue-haired woman confessed as she chuckled as they pierced a clearing and she urged her horse to leap over a stream.

The Greyjoy was shocked into silence; he could not find the words to speak as he rode his horse. Is this where she finds the confidence to conquer the Seven Kingdoms?

Was her Empire rising up against her with such a force kill one person? 'Just what is Lady Esdeath truly capably of? I almost do not want to see what she did in her world.'

"How is that possible for one person to fight such a massive army alone?! Lady Esdeath how are you capable of such feats? How did you fight the army?" The brown-haired young man pestered while because he did not want to see he wanted to have an answer so bad to believe she could fight armies.

"The answer is all in my message upon the bastards back, Demon's Extract Theon is in my blood and it is the most powerful Teigu of all 48 created artificial weapons our first Emperor made." Esdeath answered him as she glanced at his rather adorably confused face as he was confused about how she could be so powerful.

'I did not even bother telling him the army was closer to a million, why shatter his little mind.'

"I-I saw that word written down so you have a weapon in your blood! Is it a demon Lady Esdeath?" Theon theorized as he looked at her face and she rode closer as she began to smirk as he flinched.

"Hoh, don't flinch my Theon, good guess but not a demon truly. I said we have Danger Beasts, animals that look like demons. The blood of an Ultra Class Danger Beast gives my power." The General declared in pride as she took great pride in her Teigu.

"F-forgive me but you intimidate me that is the most impressive thing I have ever seen or heard. You a true Goddess Lady Esdeath, I shall serve loyally." The Greyjoy vowed as he gazed upon her meaning every word and he would be safe by her side even if she intimidated him.

"Hmm, flattery gets you everywhere with me. I will spread across these Seven Kingdoms; you have a special position for being sweet enough to try to help me. I will crown myself, it my right." The blue-haired woman announced as she gazed towards her subordinate with the firm unyielding look of a conqueror.

"A-as you say Lady Esdeath, you have might beyond which I have never seen. I won't argue with your claim." The brown-haired young man mumbled as he nodded his head and found he could not break from the dominant gaze of hers as it was she wordlessly told him to keep gazing upon her thus he did.

"You are wise not to, for being obedient and faithful if there is any amount of rewards I can grant you let me know. You can have anything Theon; name it when I am Emperor you get it." Esdeath offered as she as she drew him in deeper with her deep blue eyes.

She observed his shaking once more as she sighed so she smiled to lessen the young man's fear of her.

"Y-you'd really give me anything Lady Esdeath? Well, I have never had a home or a place to stay as I never considered Winterfell my home nor was the Iron Islands my home either…" Theon remembered as he had never had a home or a place where he felt he truly belonged so could he belong at her side?

"Not only will I grant you any desire, well anything short of marriage with me. I suppose I consider you a friend, it must be your vulnerable nature getting to me but yes anything." The General concluded as she nodded her head while staring forward once more and she wondered if she had ever considered the Jaegers or the Three Beasts her friends.

"Oh I was not asking for that; I am damaged my lady. I wish to have a home at your side that is secure, to serve you. Could you guarantee me a good position in your circle?" The Greyjoy requested as he glanced at her through the corner of his eye and she peered back as the corners of her lips twitched.

'I suppose that is a good sign right?'

"Hoh, it is done for now and forever more you serve me with a home by my side. Fear not bodies will pile up when they try to kill you; I never took to who tried to touch subordinates well." The blue-haired woman assured as she smiled sadistically and placed a hand on her rapier for emphasis.

"O-oh that is reassuring to know for someone wanted by a King for supposed murder of his brothers, may I make another request that is far more urgent." The brown-haired young man asked as looked at her before he spoke his fear about her going to war with Robb Stark who he betrayed.

"Hmm, yes my Theon what is urgent? I will make the problem vanish into a cluster of a thousand tiny shards of ice in mere seconds." Esdeath vowed as she mused on what her meek subordinate had on his mind as she glanced at the young man to see what the issue was.

"It is nothing so simple that you can solve in a mere instant with brute force, Robb Stark the king I served who is like a brother to me who I betrayed for my father…" Theon explained as he trailed off and placed his left hand on his forehead lost in thought.

The General was silent as she peered at him with deep blue eyes but she had a feeling she knew what he wanted but she did not know if it was possible. It all depended on how stubborn the man was.

"He already hates me for the cover up, thinking his brothers are dead, the millers boys. I plead you to not butcher him like Bolton, when you form an army give him a chance to surrender." The Greyjoy begged as his face turned desperate as he turned to her and hoped she would concede.

"I am not one for mercy Theon, I am only showing mercy otherwise how do I rule if I destroy the Kingdoms? As a General I never showed anyone mercy, I was merciless." The General replied as she returned the gaze and sighed at his desperation, he would likely be hated by his friend regardless.

Theon's stomach dropped at her stating she never stowed mercy, that she was merciless when she was a General, so what will become of Rob?

'I have a bad feeling that that tale is no tall tale, it is truth. If she wanted she could do she stated and lay waste to the Kingdoms but what would she rule? So she needs an army. What a powerful being she is.'

"Listen to me my Theon, out of the sweetness you showed me which even the man I loved never showed me. I can try to be merciful but if he does not yield he dies but not like Bolton okay?" The blue-haired woman concluded as it was the end of the discussion for her.

Thus she would see what became of it.

"Thank you so much Lady Esdeath, I feel guilt enough for what I did to the Starks but knowing he hates me bothers me and I would like it he lives through the war." The brown-haired young man spoke as his voice became emotional and his hands shook as grabbed the reins of his horse.

"You stop that weakness right now! I will not listen to another moment of that! You can lament what the bastard did, but why would you have loyalty to people who held you hostage?" Esdeath demanded as she narrowed her eyes sharply at him and gaze her subordinate a callous glare.

"T-hey fed me, raised me, gave me a bed, a place even if not a home it was a place. Stark was cold yes but it was something…" Theon protested as he still felt some Stark loyalty inside of him and he found it was hard to break.

"Oh, you did say Stark took you as hostage, those are all things you give a hostage my Theon. You may have had a deep bond with Rob and perhaps you can again but you owed them no loyalty!" The General stated as she raised her voice and turned her head to be sure he listened closely.

"I-I am listening Lady Esdeath, I had those thoughts when my father King Balon donned the Sea Stone crown and I chose to prove myself by attacking an inland castle, how foolish of me." The Greyjoy replied as he looked down in regret for not listening to Asha suggesting him to retreat.

"So your father is a King as well? Not a good father in my opinion, he never came for you. It was foolish of you but also bold. Had the bastard not gotten involved, you could have escaped many times." The blue-haired woman surmised as she trotted on with her horse slowing down to ask where they were.

"He is a King but not a good one from what I know, he does not love me. I see that now. So your point is that to not feel loyalty to people who I had no loyalty to begin with neither my father or Starks?" The brown-haired young man whispered as he slowed his horse as well.

In the back of his head he mused how he came upon such a powerful companion.

"Hoh, how astute of you my Theon, would the Starks be loyal if the situation was revered? No, they would not. Trouble your mind on it no longer. How far from the Dreadfort are we?" Esdeath described as she also pondered the distance to the Dreadfort while glancing at him.

"I thank you Lady Esdeath, it is thanks to you that I am as whole as I will ever be. I won't worry about the Starks, just making sure they live. We should be close to the Weeping Water right by the fort." Theon informed as he nodded his head and returned the glance finding she smirked as she began riding off.

"Well, enough chit chat then, we have a fort to destroy. This will give you a good taste of how I will inspire soldiers to join, no Bolton's will be allowed out of respect for you but you shall see." The General declared as she rode off at swift pace eager to make it official that the Empire's Strongest has joined the War of the Six King's.

"As my Emperor commands, you lead and I will follow but I refuse to go back into this fort." The Greyjoy asserted as that was one thing he would never do even with the bastard broken and with such a powerful Goddess at his side.

"Hoh, did I miss my coronation, am I an Emperor in your eyes already my Theon? Fear not you don't have to walk inside because I am going to obliterate in one strike." The blue-haired woman comforted him to let him know he was safe from the horrors of the fort and it was over now.

"You yourself called yourself Emperor Esdeath in your letter upon the bastard's back, to be taken more seriously you should spread the word on your new title and power." The brown-haired young man counseled her as he gave her the best advice he could give and she nodded her head.

'How will she destroy it in one strike? This should be interesting following her, it is like I said Aegon but with no dragon and I am living it!'

"True, but I leave it up to you if you wish to call me Emperor. I consider you a friend, the choice is yours, now it is time to show the Dreadfort the might of Hagelsprung." Esdeath smirked as she sped off far ahead and her subordinate had to race to keep up.

Esdeath and Theon rode their horses through the North wood forests, as Theon observed her pondering what sort of future she was to bring for Westoros. Is this a good thing? Is she a bad omen? Or neither and is he thinking too deeply?

Perhaps a different power is a wise thing if she does not go overboard in slaughter like with the Bolton men. He saw her face that was what scared him so she enjoyed killing so easily, but she reassured him by being kind to him.

The Greyjoy frowned as he could only think if she did take over and out of fear of her might, many Kingdoms surrendered. If she listened to council, she could be a better ruler than the previous rulers despite her love of battle and blood but he does not know her well enough.

He cannot stop her anyway but he will get to know her to see if there is any way he could temper her once she is upon the Iron Throne.

This Lady Esdeath, she is indeed an interesting woman. He is interested in seeing where she takes him in life and what that home she promised him under her will be like…