Chapter 3: And Now His Watch is Ended

"Those men," Theon Greyjoy says aloud, "they said my father knew what they were doing to me."

"I...I don't know, my lord." Ramsay fakes a stutter from his place on horseback. "They...they never told me much."

Theon rides slowly alongside Ramsay, lost in the thoughts of his tyrannical father and his unusually merciful sister. He has been through a lot back in the cell, but at least he has a chance now, assuming that the words of his rescuer are true.

With a sudden rush of energy, Theon slams his legs into the sides of his horse, causing it to rush forward and gallop onward into the forest.

Startled, Ramsay urges his horse forward as well. Unfortunately, Theon has put a considerable amount of distance between himself and the bastard of Bolton.

Not only has Ramsay not accounted for this turn of events, but he has not trained with his horse as much as he should have these past few days. His grip on the reigns is too tight, and his legs dangle. The horse is running even faster now, and the trees and mist have formed a blur.

After a while, Ramsay's eyes suddenly pick up on the fact that Theon has stopped his horse. He gives an especially strong pull on the reins, and the speeding animal is forced to make the most abrupt stop of it's life.

Ramsay is propelled forward, flying past Theon as he screams at the top of his lungs. The only thing that silences Ramsay is his slamming head-first into a tree.

He falls down, his skull dented and his brain damaged beyond repair.

Only a few more minutes of unconscious life are left for the victim of the most righteous tree in recorded history.