SALT QUEEN

Her father was already dead. Her brother was now murdered. Her mother slaughtered like an animal. Sansa's fingers tightened enough to crumple the letter in her hand and she felt hot tears rushing down her wind-beaten cheeks. She glanced up and met eyes with her husband, who looked at her gravely.

"You know what this means..." Theon practically whispered. "Our king in the north is no more. I will not bend the knee to those murderers, Sansa." She nodded quickly, immediately dispelling the idea. She brushed the tears from her eyes, thankful that Theon had took her away from the great hall to deliver this fateful news. It would not do to have the men see her this way. She had already had enough of a time convincing them she wasn't some simpering lady when Theon had first brought her to the Iron Islands. Though she doubted they would think less of her now, after several years as their lady and two scrapping boys wreaking havoc on Pyke, but she still was glad to not have an audience.

"What will you do?" She said, Stark steel lacing her voice and clearing her eyes. Her grief was already losing itself in the fury that was rising in her.

Fiery rage crackled between them as Theon gripped her hands in his tightly.

"I will call a the warriors together. It is passed time that the Iron Islands have declared their power and independence. I will build an armada, ravage the West, the Crownlands, and the Reach and I will avenge your brother...my brother. When I return we will claim the salt throne. Those Lannister cunts will rue the day they forgot about the Greyjoys. Robb did not die in vain, Sansa. I will carry on his legacy, I swear it by the drowned god."

"What is dead may never die." she whispered fiercely, preparing herself mentally for the war that was to come.

"But rises again. Harder and stronger." He confirmed, kissing her white knuckles before rushing out to inform their men.