THEON'S P.O.V
Reek stood before Ramsay, his body shaking as his lord dressed him in a heavy suit of armour, and he knew what he was about to do. Lord Ramsay had been preparing him for this for a few days now, Reek was to play a role of a man called Theon Greyjoy so that his master could take Moat Cailin for his father and they would be then able to control the north with no problems. Reek stared at the grass as the wind blew his hair, all the Bolton men sat on their horses around them and his master patted Reek's arms now that he was suited up and smiled at him, Reek's eyes met with his,
"Cracking. Mmm" he said out loud as Reek jumped at his voice and he continued, "Strong as long as their in the sea," Ramsay continued to keep eye contact with Reek as he spoke," Take them out of the water, no bones" he said gleefully and Reek swallowed hard as he looked from the grass back to his master, his insides twisting with fear, what if they figured out it wasn't him? What if they knew he was only Reek? The question caused his head to hurt slightly and his eyes watered a little, "They collapse under their proud weight and slump into a heap of nothing, you'd think they'd know that," Ramsay's voice filled his ears, pulling him from his mind and he tried focusing on his role, "Unfortunately, they're not very bright," Reek looked at the grass and stared, his breathing began to quicken as Ramsay moved his head to meet his graze once more, causing Reek to snap his head up, "What do you tell them?" he asked his eyes wide and stern,
"I'm Theon Greyjoy, son of Balon, heir to the Iron Islands," Reek spoke quickly, automatically going into the person that Ramsay had taught him to be, Ramsay lifted Reek's hand and placed a glove over it,
"And what are you really?" he asked, never taking his eyes from Reek's, this caused Reek to become very nervous as he returned to himself,
"I am Reek," he stated, his voice quivering as he spoke,
"Are you sure?" Ramsay questioned his voice toneless and Reek gulped hard "you do look very much like a Lord, Formidable, proud," Ramsay went on his voice lowered as the spoke the word proud and Reek felt a lump in his throat as he choked out,
"I'm Reek," his eyes zoomed left and right unknowing of where to look as Ramsay spoke quickly back to him,
"Until when?" he questioned lifting his eyebrows, his mouth slight open showing his tongue on the roof of his mouth, this seemed to be the only thing that Reek could focus on,
"Always, forever," Reek said softly his voice seemed to not shake as he spoke for the first time in a long time, he was sure of what he was saying to his master, Ramsay nodded gently as Reek spoke,
"That's right, until your rotting in the ground," he said placing his palm on Reeks cheek, Reek steadied himself so he would not jump at the touch of his master, that could seem like Reek did not trust him and he did wholeheartedly, Ramsay moved his hand to Reeks back and Reek could feel him giving him a slight push and his feet started to move forward, "Remember what you are and what your not, Bring me moat Cailin," he said firmly and Reek watched as he looked out towards the building in the distance and he gulped hard, his throat becoming painfully dry again.
Reek arrived just a short distance from the gate of Moat Cailin, a bird sat searching the dead body of a man for food as his horse walked, all around him bodies lay, speared and stabbed, soaked in blood, there was even a few horses with no men on them, grazing on the grass as Reek approached, a white flag in one hand and the reigns of his horse in the other as he made his way to the gate.
"No closer, who are you?" the rough voice of a man called out, Reek's eye widened as he began to feel his nerves taking over and he looked up at the guard post at the man who had shouted at him,
"I'm Theon Greyjoy, son of Balon, heir to the Iron Islands" Reek chocked out worried that he had forgotten his training and had not sound convincing enough for the man above him. The man whispered into the ear of another, who ran off afterwards, and he returned his Gaze to Reek, who began shaking on the back of his horse,
"Open the gates," the man called and Reek was met with two men who took hold of his horse at the front and pulled him inside, I'm Reek, he reminded himself as they walked in silence, Always and forever, I will be loyal to my Master Lord Ramsay, his mind filled with his thoughts as he was motioned of his horse and led inside the castle, Reek, only Reek, he continued as he rounded a corner and was met with the face of a frightening looking man,
"I'm Kenning, commander of this garrison," He spoke his voice hoarse, he looked to Reek as if he was Ill but the words continued to stream from his mouth, " and you say your Theon Greyjoy?" He question Reek who stared into his eyes,
"Yes," he said out loud in a voice that didn't seem like his own, No, he thought in his mind, only Reek,
"And why should I believe that?" he went on to answer, Reek felt his heart skip a beat, I've been caught Master Snow is not going to be happy, they know I am only Reek, I am not Theon Greyjoy, he though in mind, his head buzzing as he tried to calm himself, the lump in his throat had returned, he moved his feet forward so that me may take a few seconds to compose himself and he took a deep breath to speak,
"I was born on Pyke to Balon Greyjoy, his third and last living son," Reek spoke, his back straightened and his tone determined all while his mind screamed at him, Reek only Reek, for ever and always, Reek mentally shook himself as he continued, "I am your prince, I swear it by the drowned god," Reeks mouth continued to move and the words moved slowly and naturally, only Reek, he continued to think as he raised his right hand, as a fist and placed it on his chest, "What is dead will never die," he stated, faking proudness in his voice and he was met with all the men in the room responding,
"What is dead may never die," Reek looked around at them. His heart racing as if it was about to jump out of his chest,
"And if you were my prince, why are you marching with a Bolton army?" Reek, Reek, Reek, he thought to himself as he stiffened and thought back to what Ramsay had taught him to say, his mouth went dry as he spoke,
"Lord Bolton took me captive after Winterfell, he sent me to treat in good faith as your fellow Ironborn," Reek said trying to with all his will power to keep eye contact with the bald man in front of him,
"And what does Lord Bolton want?" He asked, Reek could feel himself wonder if this man would ever stop asking question and just agree so that he may return to his master, he breathed deep and handed the man a rolled up piece of Parchment as he continued to speak, the words forcing there way out of him mouth,
"You are fading from sickness, you are badly outnumbered, and you're hundred's of miles from the sea, Lord Bolton implores you to protect your men and abandon this fortress you can no longer hold, do this, and he will be just and fair with you as he has been with me, The Bolton's will give you safe passage to the stony shore" Reek felt his lungs relax as he took a breath, he had not realised he was not breathing while he spoke,
"He wants us to surrender?" The man, continuing to ask question, he looked up at Reek and his eyes looked angry as his voice rose slightly,
"My own father, your king, surrendered years ago to Robert Baratheon, I watched him bend the knee, there was no shame there, He fought with honor, as did you" The bald man groaned as Reek finished his sentence, and collapsed to the ground, the men behind him rushing to help him back to his feet, muttering something Reek was unable to hear," I'm sorry," he stuttered out as the man steadied himself, "I didn't hear," Reek could feel his confidence slipping as the man lean forward and spat blood on his face, Reek could feel vomit crawling up his throat as he stood in his place,
"No shame, Fought with honour," the man growled as he spat more blood on the floor, Reek felt his eyes becoming heavy and it would only be moments to go before they would start to fill with water and his body began to shake, "only a whipped dog would speak this way," the man continued looking into Reek's eyes, "Or a women, are you a women boy?" He questioned and Reek felt himself break,
"You don't know-" Reek began but was cut off with the growling voice of the man in front of him,
"The Ironborn will not surrender," the room filled with the mumbling of the men within it and Reek breathing started to become quick and shallow as he started to mutterer his name to himself, as he tried to find words, or just make his mouth do anything, he looked towards the floor, "You can tell your master that, Theon Greyjoy, or whoever the fuck you are," and that was all that Reek needed to fully bring him back to being only Reek, he was no longer playing a character, these awful men had caught him in his lie,
"My name is Reek," he said quietly to himself as he stared at his feet, he could hear the mans breathing, heavy and deep,
"What in the hell are you muttering?" He questioned, and Reek's eyes grew wide, as he lifted his head,
"I'm Reek, Reek," he repeated and could feel his eyes stinging with tears of fear as his lips moved, Reek was just about to break down when the man in front of him was hit in the head with an axe and he collapsed to the ground, a heavy man appeared from behind and lifted the paper scanning over it quickly,
"If we Yield, we live?" he questioned with a voice fill of hope, Reek stiffened as the man stared at him, "is that what it says on this paper here?" he said with a hurried tone and Reek nodded quickly, remembering back to his training from Ramsay as he opened his mouth,
"Yes, have your men raise the white flag and open the gate," he said with his back straight and his voice again filled with confidence, "Your going home," he stated gently as he looked around the room at the men and smiled.
What happened next was so quick that Reek believed himself to be dreaming, the men had raised the white flag and opened the gate for Ramsay and his men and Ramsay's men had rushed quickly into the courtyard and began stabbing at the Ironborn men with spears, two at a time pinning the men to the place where they stood. The Bolton men jumped down from their horses, as the screams of the Ironborn men filled Reek's ears causing him to close his eyes tight and try and think of something else, which proved to be pointless, he looked across the courtyard and spotted Ellyn and Ramsay, who stood surrounded by the attack, his masters men peeled the skin from the men that still stood screaming for mercy and death as Ramsay made his way towards Reek, who stood frozen with fear,
"You didn't really think I'd let them go did you?" Ramsay asked as he turned Reek to come face to face with the body of a dead flayed man, Reek could not find words to response so he stood silent, not taking his eyes from the bloody mess in front of him, "It's fallen out of fashion, flaying, sad but true," Ramsay continued placing his arm around the shoulder of Reek and looking into the empty eye sockets of the man before him, "Traditions are important, where are we without our history?" he questioned and slapped lightly on Reek's chest plate, "Eh?" he encouraged waiting for Reek to speak, Reek searched his mouth for saliva to find none and chocked out,
"Yes my Lord, will we go home now?" he asked, his eyes never moving from in front of him and Ramsay came in close to his face, Reek could feel his breath on his cheek,
"I believe we will, to our new home," he said, his voice filled with glee as he walked off, leaving Reek staring at the dead man, trying with all his power not to break into tears.
ELLYN'S P.O.V
They had done what Theon or Reek whichever you called him had asked they surrendered themselves to Ramsay and therefore to Roose Bolton. No harm would come to them, that was the promise given if they did so, yet Ellyn stood in the middle of a massacre. She felt sick and not the kind of sick she felt whilst riding the horse she blushed at the thought of her nearly falling from it out of weariness she was then forced to ride with Ramsay who cradled her as she done so.
Ramsay Snow was a very confusing man just a few days prior he had pushed her into horse feces and ever since he had been a delight to be around but she hadn't forgotten nor forgiven his wild behaviour. She watched as he, with the Bolton men slaughtered the iron born around her she didn't feel frightened she felt numb, once the iron born men had gotten to a stage were they were no longer able to fight back, then Ramsay and his men would begin to peel off their skin, flaying it was called and Ramsay preferred it was done alive even if the men barley were. Ellyn was given a bow and arrow, to defend herself, and a small sword. She was given this before they even got there it was said to be incase the Iron born attacked but they didn't and yet they surrounded her flayed anyway. This shouldn't surprise her she knew what type of men they were anyway she thought and she watched one of the singing men who tried to rape her flaying a screaming man, it was horrific or was it revolting there wasn't really a word to describe flaying. The men seemed to be all too busy doing so to notice there was an Iron born free and he was armed making his way towards Ramsay, she looked as he done so he was creeping up behind him and he could easily slit his throat, she thought of the rape she thought of him ripping off the necklace given to her by Jon, she thought of his father presenting her with Robb Starks head and she thought of how he had treated her the other day "I don't share wine with whores" he had said yet it was him that made her unpure and although she grew to like it, it was by force all these things wind-milled around her head she thought of him cutting off Theon's penis and making him a shadow of a person, he deserved death just as Joffrey had. Ramsay looked around it was too late he was already swinging his sword in his direction quickly Ellyn, who found herself already pointing at the armed Iron born with her bow and arrow let loose the bow seeing the place where his heart would be as a red target, just like the board she practiced on with Jon and Robb. The arrow flew and spun threw the air until it quickly reached her target the man let out a Yelp and fell to the floor him sword falling behind him, Ramsay was untouched. He looked up at Ellyn and smiled, her face remained emotionless why did I just save that creep she thought he didn't deserve it the words he said to her before entered her mind "you can't escape me I'm a part of you now" she paid no heed to this as he spoke it but now it made all too much sense he was in her head. Ramsay got up and walked over to Ellyn and pulled out her small sword,
"It's not as much fun to flay the dead but we'll still do it," she looked down at the still man who's mouth was filled with blood and an arrow stuck out of his chest. Ramsay forced the sword into Ellyn's hands and beckoned towards the deceased. She lifted the dead arm and begun peeling away the skin exposing the nerve and muscle tissue, for some reason she did not feel ill this was oddly satisfying, she looked over at Ramsay who was working on the other side he was looking at her very strangely she sensed his lust for her it gave off rays like the sun did. She noticed the blood on her hands and begun to feel very strange what was she doing? Why was she doing this? And why was it that she felt this way. Ramsay positioned the man to be like that of the man who was on the Bolton banners and he set him alight "come Ellyn, around the side of here I want to show you something"
"Yes my lord," she said following him to the side, Ramsay commanded the troops to return to his father he said he would be with them shortly. Once they got to the side he pushed her up against the wall and began vigorously kissing her, his kisses were very messy and leaving around her mouth drenched with salvia
"I never wanted you more," he said forcing her hand to feel his very stiff cock, "you like that don't you," he said biting at her ear as she grazed up and down it with her hand whilst his fingers worked their magic on her. "Your leaving my cock all blood," he laughed looking at her hands he did not wipe it before he forced it inside her tight pussy she groaned as he thrust into her, taking her hands and arms spreading the blood onto his own he pulled up her dress and smeared the blood on to her breasts thrusting into her heavily, they both groaned and kissed she grew so excited hearing how satisfied he was she was starting to scratch at his chest when he filled her up with his hot liquid, "sorry I was rather excited," he said a bit red, she kissed him lightly on the lips,
"It's fine," she laughed she had exploded her juices onto him only moments before anyway, her blood was hot and her excitement matched his. They walked off to fetch his daddy so that Ramsay could gloat about his victory to him. She watched as he done so with a sense of pride she knew what this would mean as he told his father he had won Moat Cailin for him,
"Come Ramsay walk with me, and you Ellyn follow us with wine," he commanded and she obeyed going to the horse and pulling the wine out of the sack that contained it. She followed them to the top of a hill, they were talking of Bran and Rickon and whether or not they had been spotted, she was pleased to hear that they had not been. She believed they were ok just in hiding somewhere while Roose presumed them dead. They talked of how big the north was, bigger than the other six kingdoms combined and how the north belonged to Roose,
"Tell me what is your name," Roose spoke and Ellyn's heart skipped a beat.
"Ramsay Snow," she heard him say with distain,
"No not Ramsay Snow," Roose said over the top of him forcing a page into his hand' "open it" he said sternly and Ellyn's eyes light up, finally she thought she knew how he hated being a bastard maybe he would become kinder now he was given what he wanted. "From this day until your last day you are Ramsay Bolton son of Roose Bolton," Ellyn felt a tear of happiness leave her eye she was overcome with emotion as Ramsay, now Bolton fell to his knees
"You honour me," he began "I will uphold your name and tradition, I will be worthy of you father," she was swelling with pride for him, "I promise," he rose and Roose commanded Ellyn to give them over the wine she wiped away her tears and did so, she was permitted some wine also to celebrate. They walked down to ride home and Ramsay and Ellyn trailed behind Roose, he grabbed her hand and squeezed it, "you'll be lady Bolton yet," he said and she blushed fiercely. They mounted the horses Ellyn climbing on Ramsay's and he getting behind her to ensure she would not fall. "Come reek I'll be needing a bath," he said to reek as they rode on, Bolton men banners everywhere they were now Ramsay's banners finally she thought, she leaned back and tuned her head and kissed him on the cheek,
"I'd like to bathe with you Lord Bolton," she felt him jolt finally he was being called Lord Bolton and not Snow.