The fighting had been going on for three days already. Who was winning, no one was sure. But Asha was still alive, and so were more than half of her men.

The day they had reached King's Landing had been glorious. Thousands of iron men had rode their horses inside the city, screaming her name, and massacred those Lannister lions like they were kitties.

But then the Imp had showed up and organized the crimson cravens, and Asha and her men were now moving a little slower in the city, yet getting ever closer to the Red Keep.

The enemies, despite the Imp's strategies, could not hold them in one place long enough to gather their forces and push them back. The sea was everywhere, infiltrating the city through every single gap there was, drowning gates and walls and men.

Iron was slicker than gold.

Asha had struck down many men already, she had barely slept, barely ate, she just kept climbing the steep city up to the Red Keep, restless, eager.

She was fighting two men at a time now, she didn't really know how she was doing it, but her axe seemed to raise itself every time a sword came at her. Good reflexes, you know.

She blocked a struck and then jumped forward to reach one of the men's stomach with her axe. She heard him scream, and this took her by surprise since she had not yet touched him, and then she saw him fall down, an arrow stuck in his neck. She lost her balance and fell face down on the floor, grunting and panting.

The other man behind her pulled her up by the collar and raised his sword to her neck.

"Seems like I'm gon' get myself a nice little ransom, it does"

He pushed her forward with his pelvis, and she began to walk, a part of her hoping for one of her iron men to see what was happening, and another for no one to ever know about it.

The man pushed her again, and this time stayed close behind her. Asha could feel his cock in her back. She felt sick.

They went into a small greyish inn, empty except for a few bottles of cheap wine broken on the floor.

She was led to a door behind the counter, and just behind it was a staircase that went down, and the walls down there were just made of mud and sand, and it smelled like pee.

"Where are we going?" She asked as he pushed her down the stairs. She felt his cock again. "Fuck you!" she screamed, and tried to get away from his grip, hitting his legs backwards with her feet. It didn't seem to make any difference, it was even worse even, since the man now held her closer to him to keep her from struggling.

"That's it, iron girl, keep rubbing yourself on me" he said in a coarse voice. "We still have a long way to the Red Keep"

The Red Keep. He was taking her there. To Queen Cersei? Oh no, Asha couldn't be taken by her, Asha had to take her. She wanted to see her green-eyed fear, and anger, and lust maybe, after a few days of enslaving her.

"Don't want to keep rubbin', you fish smelling bitch?" said the man.

He took her hand and placed it on his trousers, right upon his cock. Asha swallowed hard as he rubbed her hand on himself. Anger was slowly mounting up within her, and as she felt his pants getting wet she lost all control. She seized the cock with her hand and held, tight, and tighter, and the man, who had been panting and grunting, started screaming and moving recklessly.

She felt his sword cutting her just under the collarbone, and as the man let his grip on her go from his pain, she dived under it and released his cock.

She turned to face him and saw his red, angry, pained face with tears straining it. He jumped at her but she was quicker : she pulled out her knife from her belt and just held it in front of her, waiting for the man to bury it into himself.

When he fell to the floor, one hand on his cock and the other on his heart, she spat at him and ran, fast, along the secret passageway she now knew led to the Red Keep. She would open the gate, and let the Iron Islanders come in through the big door.