Lord Clement Piper's squire rode on a small mare with chestnut fur and a blonde mane. He was a small lad for his age. He seemed to have twenty years, and bore the flag of House Piper on his back: the lords of Pinkmaiden. The castle itself sat tall and mighty through the growing fog: atop of bank surrounding by a small forest. It sat ominously; small signal fires barely visible through the smoke and fog.

"What is it?" the King in the North asked; his direwolf howling beside him. Theon Greyjoy had always been off-put by the presence of creatures; especially when six direwolves roamed Winterfell before this damnable war.

Theon looked back at their baggage train; three fifths of all supplies from Riverrun were being brought with them; with two thousand oxen pulling the carts. Leyanna, Mama and Nalia sat seemingly miserable in a hog wagon; amongst the hay and pigs.

"Your Grace, Lord Piper has sent me to deliver the bread and salt" the squire retrieved a pale of bread and a mound of salt from his surcoat. Theon noticed a chainmail hauberk under his surcoat; so he grabbed Robb's attention:

"He where's armour!"

"Why do you wear armour?" Robb asked cautiously.

"No one can be sure of the roads, Your Grace" the squire stated "Brigands roam about, and who knows: the Brotherhood may be moving south"

"Old wives story" Robb stated. Theon touched his shoulder, making Robb turn to the Heir of Pyke:

"This is edging on for Lannister land, the Brotherhood are said to hate all Lannister's or their bannermen"

"Lord Clement wishes to accept you to his hall" the squire said "Please, take the bread and salt with earnest; a feast is waiting for you!"

His mouth full on salt; Theon Greyjoy rode into the courtyard of Pinkmaiden. Small tanner shops and smithies lined tight against the ancient stone walls; dripping with condensation. Moss and ivy grew into the cracks on stone and brick leading Theon's eyes to slates roofs of purple and indigo. Theon stabled his horse where Robb did: at the portcullis. Pinkmaiden was situated at the top of a cliff on the border of the Westerlands, but their allegiances lie with House Tully and the King in the North.

The squire was large; with busty red hair making him stand out below the banner of House Piper: a naked maiden dancing around swirls of gold on a field of azure. Theon found the sigil strangely erotic for embroidered cotton. A big man; fat with red hair not unlike his squire stood wobbling at the doors to the Main Hall.

"Lord Clement!" Robb called. The big man laughed:

"The King in the North!" his voice rumbled through the castle; growing louder as he approached "I'm sorry about your father: an honourable, just man with great intentions for the realm!"

"Thank you, Lord Piper"

"And this whelp! You're from Balon Greyjoy's loins" he laughed "Theon Greyjoy, I'll recognise those eyes anywhere! Is your father still trying to make those depressing moss isles an independent kingdom?"

"I don't believe so" Theon said. In truth, he didn't know: it had been around eleven years since he had seen his father. He could only just remember the waves crashing around the jagged rocks of Pyke; his uncle, Aeron, boisterous and hilarious in his drunken songs and his Uncle Euron crazy nevertheless. They called him Crow's Eye, for his hawk vision, ignoring his missing eye however.

"A queer one, aren't you Greyjoy?" Clement Piper laughed.

"Where is Ser Marq, Lord Clement?" Robb asked.

"He's at King's Landing" Clement said "He stayed after the Hand's Tourney and hasn't returned. That bitch, Cersei probably had his head lobbed off!"

"As long as you remain loyal!" Robb stated. Lord Clement chuckled and invited them into his Keep.

The walls were of spruce; logs lining the walls as foundations to the drafty roof. Dark purple sang colours of breaking night above the rafters: where ravens and pigeons roost. A small banquet was set up for the Northern host. We were expected. Candles rained orange light on tired, ragged faces and gleamed against battered, rusted steel protruding from the Northmen's scabbards. Old, fraying banners lined the walls of the same maiden; slowly enlarging as they approached the Lord's Seat; a fine throne engraved with gold and lumber (assumingly a gift from House Lannister). Dogs and other vermin sat sleeping or gnawing at old pieces of slobbered red meat.

Theon Greyjoy took his seat at the Lords table next to Robb; whom had took the Lord's seat as his highness implied. He took a selection of different cuts from a steaming duck recently delivered by a maid with apple breasts and slender figure. Theon beckoned her over; slapped her arse and took her onto his lap.

"I don't believe I've seen this lord before" she giggled "Where are you from?" she snaked her hand down Theon's breeches. He noticed Robb roll his eyes and take a slurp of wine; taking conversation with Lord Clement.

"I'm more interested in you!" Theon said "Your tongue sounds foreign. Tyrosh?"

"Lys" she cooed "Raised in those pleasure houses m'lord must have heard of before" her hair was golden; with green eyes and a tongue like silk "M'lord Marq had me when I was but a maid; he must of enjoyed me" she began to grind her hips as she stroked his pubic hair "so he bought me to serve him. But he found this other woman with the tongue of High Valyrian and big nipples. But you seem loyal" Until I've had you.

"What have you heard of the Brotherhood?" Robb asked Lord Clement. Lord Clement placed his bloody meat on the table again:

"The Brotherhood? They've been spotted near Acorn Hall; the Lady there has been real friendly with them: I forget her name"

"Is it true they're led by the Lightning Lord?"

"Aye. They say he can't die; but it's all old wives tales, and they're always a pile of shit!" Lord Clement downed a flagon of ale; burped loudly and sighed as the sun set fully through a circle glass above the hall doors.

Theon's breeches were beginning to scratch against his manhood; even though the maid had stopped her erotic act. She kissed around his stubble, neck and mouth; ever so often kissing the soft skin on his nose.

"I would dismiss you if you asked, Theon" King Robb Stark said. Theon smiled:

"Your Grace?" Theon asked. Robb nodded. Theon pinches the Lysene girl's ass. She jumped; Theon stood and took her around the neck with his arm. "Don't disturb" Theon told Robb. Robb held up his drink to his ward from Pyke; as Theon left up a serpentine staircase.

He reached his hand through her collar to feel the soft ripples of her nipples; which the stiff and had a strange orange tint to them. Theon kicked down the door; candle light streaming like fire into the tower and Theon's diluted pupils. The maid let the loose dress slip to the ground; she did a little twirl and led herself to the bed. Theon thought he saw the odd glint of silver under her cuff, but he decided to ignore it. Her breasts sagged ever so slightly as they were released, and bounced as she sat. Her muff was golden; her ass trimmed yet meaty. Theon removed his scratchy tunic and walked to the maid. She giggled as they circled his nipples and unlaced his breeches; taking his manhood in her hands and stroking it ever so:

"Lips are not for giggling" Theon said "Do your duty" she did so, taking him in her mouth. Theon sighed; and looked up at the ceiling. He traced the brick outlining; small purple shards were missing; probably fallen on the floor and forgotten.

Theon grimaced. A sharp pain shot through his calf; through his knee and his groin. The woman was digging her nails into his leg; blood staining her manicured nails and long, bony fingers. He wrenched her hand away and kept it away. She was looking up at him; her green eyes piercing his grey ones. Lannister eyes. The golden hair glittered demons in the candle light. Lannister hair. She yanked her arm from his grasp; grabbed him and threw him around the best post onto the sheets. True fear raced through Theon Greyjoy as she took some of the sheets; tied it around the bedside table legs and held him there. He squirmed and shook as she retrieved a dagger from the dress.

"Who are you?" he cried.

"Talia Lannister. Sister to Cersei and Jaime Lannister!" she snarled.

"What?"

"Confused, Greyjoy?" she said as she gathered a black cloak from the closet and draped it over her bouncing breasts "Good". She lumbered onto the bed and held the knife at his throat "A cocky one, aren't you?" she said; pressing her wet cunt onto his cock. "A gift to remember me by" she stroked her wetness over his member, stood against and cut a thin, shallow line down his shaft; blood pouring from the wound. Theon watched as his eyes screamed in pain as she opened the ominous tower windows: allowing rain to lash inside. She jumped from the window into nothing.