House of Metal 10
It was a happy day in Winterfell, for Tyrion Lannister and his metal friend were leaving its walls. Robb forced himself to remain stoic and not smile like a drunken loon, which was a far call from how Theon chose to react. His smile was wide enough for two all on its own.
Below them, at the gates of the ancient Stark Castle, Tyrion was settling down on his horse as Ultron waited perhaps a touch impatiently. The gentle and rhythmic ding of the metal man's fingers tapping against his arm assured the Stark and Greyjoy of the real attitude of the being that had caused them no end of grief in the week he had been in attendance.
He'd even gone so far as to hold deep philosophical debates with Hodor of all people. Robb refused to believe the maid that had claimed to hear the simpleton speak as though he were a Maester. That was almost worse than the strange reverence that the residents of the castle had shown to the metal man after he had displayed his ability to fly.
Fear, respect, and faith were all things that Ultron seemed to revel in, and he had done nothing to dissuade their worship. He was worse than the tales of corrupt Septons that his Father had told him resided within King's Landing.
There was no reason to celebrate the departure of the metal man and the dwarf, but Robb still could not help himself when he watched them exit his home. Then he grinned as they vanished into the distance as Ultron tore Tyrion from his horse and flew off to the south.
Tyrion on the other hand was not happy.
His emotion at this point in his life could be summed up in one word, but he insisted on three, bowel loosening fear. And due to this fact he was very glad that he had forgone breakfast on this morning due to a more substantive and painful hangover than usual. Looking back, and not at the ground in any way, he figured that the reason he was now being dragged unceremoniously through the air was because Ultron had very, very little patience.
"You don't know how to wait, do you?" Tyrion asks his metal manhandler, though he cannot be sure that he managed to actually speak, thanks to the volume of the wind.
Nevertheless, Ultron was quick to answer, slowing down so that Tyrion could hear, "I have been waiting for weeks, and I am done!"
"What have you been waiting for?"
"Us to go to your capital."
"Why would we go to the capital?"
"Because I don't plan on killing your father for a while and if we go to your residence then he'd be dead in a day."
"What!?"
"I very much despise men like your father," Ultron explains, "Or so I've learned. Tywin, Strucker, the depraved nuisance that is Hydra."
"What in the hells is Hydra?" Tyrion demands
"Imagine the House of Black and White," Ultron tells him
"Oh," Tyrion blinks, and before he can ask for more
"Now imagine they liked to burn cities and blame it on other people."
"They did something like that?"
"On more than one occasion," Ultron nods, then he frowns, "And a pair of very dear friends of mine were duped in such a way."
"If you knew did you tell them?"
"Of course! They just didn't care!"
"They didn't care?"
"Their anger was at the manufacturer, not the army."
"I don't understand!"
"They blamed the blacksmith for the weapon rather than the killer for the murder."
"Stupid."
Tyrion is whipped to face Ultron, "Do not insult my friends."
The Lannister's eyes widen and he raises his hands in acceptance, "Naturally, just… commenting on their logic."
"I am aware of the flaw in it," Ultron tells him, "That is why it was so easy to use."