The Rise of King Torrhen Stark

by bigblue2289

In a world where before Brandon ran off to the Red Keep Brandon married and had 4 children, the eldest is Torrhen Stark. He is a Stark that was born politically savvy and will change the whole landscape of the North. Also Eddard married Ashara before war could start and force his marriage to Catelyn Tully. Also Rhaenys survives.

14. Chapter 13

Chapter 13

The journey was long as they had took the King's Road through up through the neck. Sarra sat on her horse Mayberry enjoying the beautiful flowing hills of her home as her wolf darted off into the near woods for her dinner that night. In the distance you could see the redesigned and refortified Moat Cailan that was now in the hands of Lord Sol's eldest child and heir Castellion Cedrick Sol who was 2 years Torrhens elder.

Up ahead they saw the once tiny village of 400 with no name at all now boom to 15,000 permanent residents due to the smallfolk fleeing North. The town had elected a mayor once they reached 1,000 people held a vote and name it Lyarra's Beauty named for her grandmother and her sister's namesake.

Looking behind her Sarra saw the now very submissive Maege Mormont behind her with Lyarra beside her.

"Sister we will be stopping her Lyarra's Beauty for the night. Do you think Cedrick is still as handsome as he was before?" Sarra said sending a wink towards her sister who had a huge crush on the older boy now man in a few years back. The heard a growl come from Dormund who was riding next the the She-Bear Maege Mormont.

It had been known that Cedrick was what every northern male hated, a clean shaven blonde hair pretty boy with skills in swordplay that could rival anyone north of the neck. Lord Marcus Sol already had a stack of proposals on his desk for heir Sol after the war.

"I don't know Sarra do you still think Smalljon was as cute as you remembered him? I recall when we were little girls you would have to hide behind Torr to not show your blush. Wait wasn't that only a year ago?" Lyarra jested with her sister causing Sarra to throw the apple she had been eating at her. Lyarra caught it easily as she saw her sister and the newly returned wolf Princess speed up the path to get away from the snickering laughs at the embarrassing story.

"Must you embarrass your sister like that?" Torregg asked wearing proudly his Wolf Guard outfit and his personal family sigil in the top left of his breastplate.

Lyarra simply shrugged and ate the apple that was chucked at her. She saw a few of the better riders run ahead to keep the eldest daughter of Brandon guard. Any less of a rider would have been left in her dust since they both inherited their aunt's riding ability.

The party came up to a large group blocking the the King's Road. As they got closer they all saw Sarra talking and laughing with a younger man of long blond hair and a million dragons smile, on his armor he wore the sun of Sol.

"... and then she yelled at me "Where did it go Sarra?" and I replied "But dear sister you already ate it." Sarra finished a story that cause Lyarra to blush a little bit as the whole company of Sol's men were bursting laughing. A wide smile was spread wide on the face of Cedrick who was holding his stomach from laughing.

"Sister really must you tell that story?" Lyarra said riding next to Sarra with a blush still on her cheeks. She saw the smile from Cedrick being directed towards her which made her want to hide her head in the sand.

"I assure you Princess Lyarra you sound no foolish then Alora did as I was leaving to take command of Moat Cailan." Cedrick went to tell them a story of his 15 year old sister who had been best friends with the twins when riders headed their way from Lyarra's Beauty.

"Lord Sol we have reports that the extreme followers of the faith are around here. We must get the Ladies Starks to safety within the walls of Lyarra's Beauty." A younger man who bore the sigil of a red unicorn which Sarra identified as House Upcliff.

They had been a minor house that had escaped from the Reach and sought refuge in the North. Torrhen had given them a small developing town with no name just outside of Moat Cailan and developed it into a booming city with good luck, good business sense, and the location along the King's Road.

"Lord Upcliff a pleasure to see you. How much trouble are these followers of the seven causing?" Sarra asked with an air of authority.

Lord Tytos Upcliff who just turn 25 looked up at his current warden.

"A lot of trouble My Lady, they are attempting to burn down the weirwoods and are harassing the refugees from the southern kingdoms. They even killed a family of refugees who were visiting the old gods for the first time." Tytos paused when he heard Princess and Lola growl towards the east.

"That is the direction we think they are hiding. There is a series of caves within the hills but my men had been busy protecting the refugees that they have not had the manpower or time to clear it out." Tytos informed Sarra, she looked back at Maege who was listening quietly.

"Lady Mormont I want you to take a detachment with a couple of men from House Upcliff to show you where they are hiding. Once you find them them kill them all without discrimination." Sarra commanded and rode north. Cedrick and his men along with the majority of her party followed her to Lyarra's Beauty.

They walked through the developing city that House Upcliff was building from the ground up. They approached a small castle that was half built as the moon was starting to rise into sky. As they got closer they saw a young girl of 20 who was holding the hand a 3 year old smiling boy. They looked at her belly and saw she was a 4 moons heavy.

"Lady Anabel, either it's the moon or your own glow but you are looking absolutely lovely today. And you must be little Torrhen Upcliff. Did you know my brother's name is Torrhen?" Sarra said with a smile with as she picked up the little boy. You could see a blush gracing Ana's cheeks as she shyly looked away, she cared deeply for the people of her city but did not have the speaking skills for Winterfell court.

She had to report once the ongoings of Lyarra's Beauty to court in Winterfell and they all saw her trembling standing before all the lords and ladies quietly muttering her report. It was only Torrhen allowing her to report in private in his solar that calmed her down. From that day both husband and wife became completely devoted to House Stark for the kindness and understanding shown to Anabel.

"Thank you Lady Stark for your kind words. We have your rooms already made up if you would follow me." Ana says electing to lead them to their rooms personally. Before she became nobility she was a serving girl who had caught the eye of Lord Tytos Upcliff.

"Thank you Ana." Sarra who turned around and looked at her sister who was chatting up Cedrick and Jory.

"Lyarra can you have Maege report to me as soon as she returns from her hunt? Also Ced, are you coming with us to Winterfell? I know your mother and younger siblings are there now. I believe your brother Jasper is acting as Lord of Port Lyanna." Getting a nod from the blond hair man she followed Ana up to her room with Princess in tow. A handmaiden had taken Torrhen to be laid down.

As they walked Ana did her report on the standing of her city. 80,000 people had flooded north through the neck and 10,000 of them had ended up settling in her city. The reports stated that the people were fleeing the corrupt lords and the burning fields of the south.

With a thank you at her door Sarra walked into the room and fell onto the bed. After dozing off she was stirred from her sleep when she heard Torregg who was guarding her door allow the entrance of Maege into her room.

As the door shut Maege fell to her knees and placed her forehead to the ground and stayed quiet as she was taught in Harrenhal. With a smile Sarra got up and walked towards the older woman and placed her foot on the back on the Maege's head pressing her forehead harder into the cold stone.

"Mistress, me and the men have cleared out all of the followers and they will terrorize no more." Maege reported and yelped as she was pulled to her feet by her hair. She was embraced by a deep kiss which she allowed her mistress's tongue entrance. Pulling away from the kiss Maege whined wanting more.

"I think my little slut deserves a reward." Sarra said kissing Maege's exposed neck causing her to moan.

"Undress for your mistress." Sarra said and she kept pecking kisses on her lips now allowing her to lower her head to get undressed. A few minutes later Maege was standing nude before her princess dripping down her leg from desire.

"Lay on the bed for me dear and hold your legs up." Sarra commanded feeling the wet pussy of Maege. As if she was a hunting lioness she lept onto the bed into position.

Sarra undressed walking over to the lustfilled Maege and got onto her knees and kissed the wet pussy getting a moan from the she-bear.

"I reward my subjects for a good job. Do you like my rewards?" She asked sliding her tongue along the lips of the wet pussy. Maege mumbled an answer between moans. Sarra landed a hard slap onto her pussy causing her whole body to shudder from excitement.

"Sorry Princess Sarra, yes I love your rewards. Please let me have more." Maege begged gasping.

Sarra slid her tongue deep inside her ignoring the few wild hairs and started to tongue fuck her loyal servant. Maege started to moan out softly wanting to keep the relationship a secret. After ten minutes Maege started to feel herself build up and grabbed the back of Sarra's head out of instinct. As Maege gripped Sarra's hair tighter causing a euphoria she dug faster till Maege let out a loud moan and Sarra's face was covered in her juices.

After Maege returned the favor they both slept soundly that night with Maege cuddled up against her princess and mistress.

It was two days laters that they finally saw the city of Winter's Town and their home of Winterfell. As they entered the bailey of Winterfell after receiving cheers from the locals on their return they were greeted by the sight of Benjen holding Ice in his hand.

As she dismounted her horse and passed her Aunt Ashara she approached the now bowing Benjen Stark.

"I relinquish command of Winterfell into the rightful hands of Lady Sarra Stark." Benjen said holding Ice out.

She dipped into a low curtsy as was tradition.

"I Lady Sarra Stark accept command once again of Winterfell and the North." She stated taking Ice from her uncle. As she took the heavy sword she handed it to her trusted bannerman Martyn Cassel to have it placed in it's proper place.

As soon as the formalities passed Sarra embraced her favorite uncle and favorite Stark just behind Torrhen and Lyarra in a deep hug that made him smile deeply.

"I know your son is away and you will not leave till Cregan comes back. If we traded 1,000 men for you do you think they would release you from your vows?" Sarra asked sadly wanting to be closer to Benjen.

"Now Sarra you are Lady Stark, you cannot be selfish just because you want your more handsome uncle near you. I will be staying till Cregan returns though." Benjen jested receiving a slap from Ashara who disagreed with that assessment knowing her Ned was the handsome uncle.

"Plus your brother is bringing probably 7,000 men to the wall and authorized funds to have all the other castles built up once again. With all these new men we will need established leaders at the wall." Benjen finished and was engulfed in a hug by Lyarra.

"Come now let us go pray to the old gods and talk about business." Benjen said as both twins followed him to the heart tree. As they arrived at the tree they saw Tyene Stark and Lyra Mormont both with newborns in their hands. In front of both of them was an old woman in rags. On the far side of the pond Sansa, Torrhen Mormont, Abigail, and Jocelyn were playing with the toy animals carved by Torrhen.

Sarra quietly snuck to the side to see her new nephews, Lyarra took the other side.

"Children of the forest and the gods of old we beg you to watch over these two children and help them grow strong. Rodwell Stark who was named after his father was devout in his faith will need your guidance. Rickard Mormont who is named after his great grandfather who was also a faithful follower. Please guide these babes into strong men." The old woman asked the heart tree. She then dipped her thumb into the pond and swiped the water across their foreheads. A gust of wind blew by them carrying some leaves.

"Thank you Jeyna." Lyra told the old woman who nodded and left the family to their peace.

"That is still so chilling everytime I see it. I have seen all of Torrhen's children receive the blessing but it never loses it's magic." Sarra says as she is handed Rickard and cradles him tight. Rickard just looks up at her with drool coming from his mouth.

"So how is the betrothal with Dormund?" Tyene asked as she handed over Rodwell to his aunt Lyarra. At this question Lyarra just snorts loud causing Rodwell to start giggling.

"Betrothal you say? From what I can see since it began Dormund has lost his cock. He use to sneak in little kisses to Sarra but now he is afraid Torrhen is going to hide behind every tree and cut off his cock." Lyarra jested.

"Auntie what is a cock?" 4 year old Abigail ask as she pets Princess who is laying down next to the children. This causes all the teens and adults to burst out laughing.

"Corrupting Torrhen's children while he is gone? Anyways I can see how that could be annoying. My father threatened your brother so many times to stay away from me but between Rodwell's stubbornness and Torrhen acting as a shield you can see the results." Tyene said as she looked down at her second and final child. After the death of her true love she swore before the old gods she would take the oath of celibacy. Any other man would be an insult to Rodwell.

They chatted about the addition of 25,000 people in Winters Town alone and 10,000 headed up to Wolf's Howl. As they headed into the keep there was a wet nurses waiting to take all 6 of the children up to bed for their naps.

Walking into the dining hall Sarra spotted her Aunt Ashara laughing and chatting with a very pregnant Lady Maxime Sol. Sitting next to her was her 15 year old daughter Alora who was trying to feed her 4 year old twin brothers Torrhen and Brandon. They had been named after her brother and father in honor of all Torrhen and House Stark did for them. They came to the North with nothing, now they had Tyrosh.

As soon as both boys saw Sarra and Lyarra they wiggled from from their sister and ran straight towards the twins.

"Aunt Sarra we saw a bear yesterday!" Torrhen said excitedly and rambled about his family's journey from Port Lyanna.

"Torr leave her alone and go back to sissy and finish your food." Maxime ordered and both children sadly went back to the laughing Alora who was excited to see her friends again.

"Sarra I actually have a favor to ask you." Maxime asked a little nervously.

"Anything Maxime, just name it."

"If we have a girl do we have permission to name her Sarra? I know we named our twins after your brother and father but you leaving your door open during this war has really helped me through it." Maxime asked as she rubbed her belly.

A bright smile had ran across her face. Hundreds of children in the North had been named after Torrhen, Rodwell, Eddard, and her father Brandon but now she was being honored. Instead of saying yes Sarra engulfed the older woman into a hug.

Releasing the hug Sarra looked towards her children sitting at the table.

"Is your family ready for the move to Tyrosh? I could not imagine being moved that far away from all the friends I made." Sarra said sadly looking towards the only daughter of Marcus Sol and one of her best friends over the past few years.

"Well if it makes any difference Alora already said she wants to make the move to Harrenhal when you relocate there being the voice for House Sol and Tyrosh. Marcus already said he is not moving us over there until the climate is settled." Maxime said as they heard the doors dining room doors open and saw Sylvia dragging a small buck by the horns and struggling bad.

"Don't you dare touch that buck Jon." Sylvia threaten one of the guards who had escorted her into the Wolfswood. At seeing her cousins Sylvia ran up to them with blood still on her hunting clothes from gutting the beast.

Before Sarra could hide from the hug she was engulfed in it getting the blood all over her dress.

"Cousin your back. Did you see what I caught in the woods? Jon over there said no way I could hit that shot but got the heart from 100 yards out." Sylvia said to her cousin.

That night they feasted in honor of their king and his new born babe Rickard as well as Rodwell's lasting legacy; his own namesake in his child.

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"I serve the honorable house of the wolf. I serve his majesty till my last breath and beyond that. He will see House archer great once again and we will see his house are kings once again." A girl said in valyrian while in the gardens surround by the yellow daisies.

"You did it Talla, no errors at all." Samwell said in his casual clothes hugging his sister deeply. They had been practicing non stop for the past two weeks since her return from the Arbor. At about that time as well Lord Tarly her father returned from the Final Step smiling in victory but limping on a now badly damaged leg, Randyll had taken the damage fighting the pirate queen's last great battle commander while storming the castle. He had won but it almost cost him his leg.

From a distance the siblings heard the footsteps of their youngest sibling Dickon and their father with crutches and a cast on his leg.

"Father Talla is getting better in Valyrian. Give her a couple more moons she will be able to speak at the rate of Lord and Lady Stark." Samwell said like a proud tutor. He was rewarded by his father by the slight nod of his head and a handshake. Since Randyll had been able to take the pressure of lordship off of Samwell with his admittance to the maesters their relationship had improved somewhat.

"Now it will take years to get as good as them. Torrhen has an affinity for languages and Rhaenys, well that is the tongue of her ancestors so she was born with it it seems. I have received a letter also that Torrhen sent me and he said once the war is over Jon and Ygritte will be done officially as squires and will be given the titles of Ser and Dame." Randyll said loud enough for Dickon to take the hint.

Dickon who had been improving his swordplay had been missing the guidance of a true teacher and becoming a squire would give him that guidance.

"Father do you think King Torrhen would take me on as his squire? I may not be as good as Jon or Ygritte but I would prove myself." Dickon said with determination. Before Randyll could answer they all looked to their right not at hearing the footsteps but feeling eyes on them.

Gazing at them was a smiling Rhaenys who walked up to Randyll and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Lord Tarly I think my love would no doubt take your son on as a squire. Now the first lesson will be never to make fun of his horses name." Rhaenys said as she rolled her eyes once again at him naming him Strawberry. This advice got snickers from the Tarly family but a nod from Dickon.

"Also to never be late for an appointment…. again." Rhaenys said now staring Talla who instantly opened her mouth in dread realizing she studied through another appointment.

"Lady Stark I would like to apologize for my daughter forgetting the appointment. It was my fault since I assigned Samwell to teach her valyrian." Randyll took the blame. Rhaenys purple eyes never left the girl who now had her head faced down staring at her feet.

"Well Lord Tarly she still needs to be punished for her tardiness. I want you to administer the punishment and no light slap on the hand either. Talla once the punishment has been dealt you will meet me in my room where we will talk about our plans to Rhaenys Plaza. Domina will not leave me alone about taking her to get another lemon bar and now wants Ellaria and Damien to come." Rhaenys says laughing at the antics of her adopted daughter.

"Is she still missing her lessons with the maesters to practice sword fighting My Lady?" Talla ask. It was well known to court that Domina would be on her way to lessons but get diverted and used the position of her father to get a guard to teach her techniques.

"Yes and I do not know what to do? She listens to me but then again she does not. Torrhen would just simply look at her and she would be defeated but we all cannot be that damn intimidating." Rhae says sitting next to her Lady in Wait. She grabbed a sunflower and placed it in her ear causing Talla to smile. Rhae could be strict but she was also good hearted.

"Well you need to get strict with the girl. She knows you have too soft of a heart towards her and could never give her a serious spanking. She saw the love you and Torrhen share and also heard the whippings he put on you when you acted up in Winterfell. She fears him and his consequences but not yours." Randyll advised getting up from his stone seat in the garden.

"Come Talla we have something that must be done." Randyll commanded towards his daughter and she nodded following him out of the garden.

Along the path back to the rooms Rhaenys saw in the corner of the gardens a Martell guard holding a wooden sword and teaching a 6 year old girl with grey eyes how to properly parry. Rhaenys stomped towards the guard and he instantly stood at attention.

"Guard you have ten seconds to disappear before I get your name and report it." Rhaenys told told him and he was gone through the side entrance.

With the guard gone Rhaenys looked down at the little girl who was avoiding her eyes. Before she can say one word a thin maester with a large chain around his neck comes out.

"Domina come enough play we need to have your history lessons." He says to the little girl is still avoiding Rhaenys eyes while she stands there in her dirty dress. The maester looks up at Rhaenys bowing before her.

"Your Grace, I was just taking little Domina here to her lessons on northern history."

Domina looks up with a big smile on her face and gives Rhaenys a slopping kiss on her cheek and runs off towards the study room dragging the maester with her.

Humfrey can only laugh shaking his head.

"The little lady finally learns about something she has interest in.." He tells her then they walk away towards the living quarters.

She made it to outside her room with Humfrey Hightower and heard moaning from inside. Humfrey who had been assigned as her personal guard broke the door down and they saw the Baratheon Bastard on her knees eating out her best friend and former street rat Amanda.

Amanda who was nude and had dark bruises all over her beautiful body and a bad black eye was pulled into a tight hug by Rhaenys kicking her way past the worthless Baratheon on the floor.

"Humfrey can you please close the door and I am sure Torr told you to never repeat anything you ever see right?" Rhaenys asked the guard who now looked dumbstruck at what to make of the scene. Between the clearly beaten up girl who was being hugged and the now clearly broken Lady in Wait he just nodded and left closing the door behind him to stand guard.

"Rhae please it hurts." Amanda groaned as she felt the hard hug crushing her hurt ribs. Instantly Rhaenys gasped and released. Upon releasing she grabbed the hair of Mya and placed her mouth in the pussy of the now standing Amanda.

"Tell me that you got the son of a bitch with a knife who did this." Rhae asked with concern towards one of her true friends outside of Sylvia who she missed so dearly.

"Rhae I can't say anything." She said between moans as Mya's tongue dug deeper.

Rhaenys who was now angry stopped to her balcony now liking it when she did not get her way.

"Well if you can't tell your best friend please leave my slut in her cage next time and tell your new best friend your secrets. I told you my fantasies that I want Torrhen to do to me but you can't tell me who beat you up. Please leave now." Rhaenys said like any betrayed 15 year old girl with too many hormones from her pregnancy.

Amanda was about to leave when she decided even if she was killed she would rather be dead than have her best friend angry with her.

"If I say you cannot let anyone hear this from your lips or you could be in danger from our enemies." Amanda said getting Rhaenys to turn around and throwing clothes at the kneeling slut.

"Go organize the library slut." Rhaenys ordered and within a minute Mya was in her serving clothes and out the door.

"Okay Rhae well you know what me and my siblings are going to do for your family right?" Amanda asked and Rhaenys nodded being one of 4 people who actually knew the truth about the shadows outside of their actual chain of command which began with Lara.

"Well me and Robby went through our trials to measure our resolve. I cannot speak for Robby since we went through it separately but it was the most agonizing moon I have ever been through. All these marks are just surface and they will heal. But now I am a shadow." Instead of the happiness Amanda expected to see she only saw anger.

"Wait till I see Lara, I will make sure I put her into that cage and break her myself." Rhaenys growled at the treatment of her friend. They were shocked by a new voice coming from behind them.

"Your Grace, Lara was broken by your husband personally. I am pretty sure whatever things go through your head to break her King Torrhen did tenfold. I personally did my trials under Trials Master Mars and for King Torrhen I would do it for a year straight." Alayna said coming from the shadows even surprising Amanda.

Amanda immediately bowed her head in submission to her higher ranking shadow mistress.

"Your Grace I have returned from the mission in Volantis and have killed my former master. Your brother has received the message loud and clear now who is the true dragon." Alayna said as she walked over to the table taking a pear off of it.

"So tell me about these trials Alayna." Rhaenys commanded as she grabbed a wet cloth to clean off some of the wounds spread throughout Amanda's body. She knew with their secrecy she could not call in a maester or a servant.

Amanda tried to squirm away from the help but a glare from her friend forced Amanda back into her seat to be washed down.

"Your Grace only one that has gone through the trials can know about the trials. Recruits do not know that their trial is coming up and if you meet any recruits please do not warn them. I myself was drugged while eating with my brothers and sisters. That is all I can say Your Grace, just remember at least Amanda was not Madeline Tour'e going through hers." Alayna said and Amanda visibly shuddered.

She and her brother went through the hell of trials but would never wish for that family name being broken by Lara.

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It had been two weeks of living on moldy bread and stale water without any human interaction since that first night she met those mysterious figures hiding under their robes. She woke up in the dark and damp prison once again not seeing or hearing a soul but seeing the daily rations set for her. Madeline feeling her stomach growl angrily at her as she drank the disgusting water in one large gulp an eating around the mold on the bread.

At first Madeline felt relief but then she felt herself once again start to get sick from the bread and there was a light headed feeling that started to overtake her. She tried to fight staying awake but was losing the battle quickly. Trying to puke out the contents of her stomach only the sounds of dry heaving escaped the lips of Madeline. As her head hit the ground and her eyes were closing she saw a smiling blonde woman opening the door staring down at her with a stick sadistic look on her face. Then it went all black..

The cold water struck her body jolting her awake. Right away she felt the strain in her arms, groggily Madeline looked up and saw her hands were tied together and hanging from from the ceiling. She tried to touch the ground but looked down across her nude body and saw she was a foot above the ground.

As Madeline was about to assess her situation further she felt a large fist connect with her exposed right side on her ribs causing her body to cry out as she swung far to the left. Between the strain on her arms and the now bruised ribs she was in a world of pain.

"Oh Mars that was a good one. Did you see how far she swung? Do it again, do it again." The sadistically cheery Lara said.

"Lara there is something wrong with you." The large dark haired man shook his head but now struck her on the left ribs, he hit her hard enough to cause pain and bruises but not breaking the ribs.

As Madeline who was in pure agony started slowing down on her swing she received a hard kick from the woman on her thigh causing her to cry in pain from the contact. She tried to use her stomach to curl up and protect herself but the weeks with only moldy bread and little water left her without any energy.

The large man who wore a thick beard below his chin stood infront of her now.

"Well I am Trial Master Mars and this is Trial Mistress Lara. Our job is to train you up to become a shadow like us. Lara here wanted to have you killed in a long painful way for the killing of Rodwell but King Torrhen for some reason is insistent on you surviving." Mars informed her.

Madeline spit at him showing she still had some fighting spirit.

"I will never be like one of your freaks." Madeline growled out as she grits her teeth in pain.

"I will never serve that wolf bitch." Madeline now said. She went to continue until she received a hard punch on her face that breaks her orbital bone. She expected to see Mars in front of her but was shocked to see through her now watery vision a seething Lara before her.

She then felt Lara land 5 hard shots on her ribs with after each one Lara wanted to beg for a knife to end her own life.

Grabbing her jaw Lara leaned in close till their noses were touching.

"You will never talk like that about the honorable King Torrhen Stark in that matter again or I swear to you I will cut out your tongue." Lara said and Madeline realizing this woman has a love for the Savage Wolf that went beyond obsession so she nodded her head quickly.

Walking away from the dangling woman Lara sat down on the stool in the corner.

"Yea she is like that when it comes to our king. Now our job is to break you and we plan on doing that. Once you are broken you will be properly trained to walk amongst the shadows with us." Mars said walking around to her backside tracing his fingers down her spine causing her to shiver from his touch. He then spun her in a circle causing her to get a little sick.

"Many of us wanted you dead and your children to be trained as shadows. It was the man's brother you killed why you are here and we are not having fun with Bridgette. Torrhen actually was very adamant that your children be unharmed." Mars told her and this shocked her. She knew if the situation were reversed she would have sold his children into slavery for the highest price, he was actually protecting her children.

"He is a great man. Now say thank you King Torrhen." Lara commanded. Madeline went to obey but was thrown off by his title. The last she heard he was only a lord and the king of Westeros was Robert Baratheon. The delay caused her body to feel 5 hard lashes cross her open chest from a freshly produced whip by Lara.

Madeline cried out in pain and looked down at the 5 lashes across her chest. They had left deep cuts into her breast and stomach.

"When I give you a command you will obey. Are we clear?" Lara asked as she rerolled her whip.

"Yes I understand I will reply right away next time." Madeline rushed out, 5 more lashes crossed her left leg this time causing the leg to twitch.

"I believe I gave you our titles, I mean your are a pirate queen though. So Your Grace please forgive me." Lara curtsies before her. Lara then lands her bare fist in the stomach of Madeline causing her to cry out in pain once again.

"I apologize Trial Mistress Lara. Thank you King Torrhen Stark for saving and watching over my children while I learn to become your shadow." Madeline said wanting to get the punishment over with.

She felt 6 more lashes dance across her chest and the last one connected with her inner thigh barely catching her pussy lips, this causes her whole body to writhe in pain and tears to fall.

"I don't believe you but you will learn of his greatness." Lara said smiling as she walked up played with a lashing that crossed her bare chest tracing her fingers across each fresh wound causing Madeline to wince in pain.

"Once you are broken and loyal to him he will finally reward me." Lara said with a smile on her face and rubbing her stomach.

"Your reward Trials Mistress Lara?" Madeline questioned. Mars walked behind her and gave her a hard shot in the back causing her body to recoil from the pain now.

"Yes Lara here for breaking you will finally get a wolf child in her after begging on her knees for the past couple years." Mars said as a giddy Lara skipped behind her.

She then felt 20 lashes land on her bare back causing her to scream from each one in agony. Her screams echoed throughout the whole ship. The once proud pirate turned queen now was left a miserable broken woman who wanted nothing more than to be allowed the mercy of death.

"King Torrhen will be your lord." 5 more cuts across her back causing her to openly weep from the pain.

"Your Master." 5 more now digging deeper.

"And your god." The final 5 cuts across her calves.

"Yes Trials Mistress Lara. Please let me down I will serve him." Madeline was now begging.

Before either shadows could reply the door opened and a maester in the similar black robes with a long chain came in with a bag. The man was about 50 with his black beard went down to his large belly.

The former Archmaester Karrin had become disillusioned with the practices of his order and accepted the invitation by Torrhen and Quan all those years ago.

"Ahh looks like we have our new initiate Madeline enjoying the company of Lara here." Karrin said chuckling as he inspected the lashings and bruised ribs. He honestly expected worse on the first day of her trials. Since he passed his own personal trials he had delved deeper into the human mind than any meister had in the history of his order. With so many slavers and enemies in the known world King Torrhen did not care what happened to those who got in his way as long as they disappeared. From his count 130 slavers were broken nowhere to be found.

"Maester Karrin actually Madeline Tour'e is dead. She was beheaded by Lynda Stark, too bad she was thrown into the fire face first so they could never identify the body." Mars said as she looked up towards the large and most fearsome of the shadows.

"Dead? But my children…" Madeline started but was cut off by 3 lashes on her bare ass causing her to shreak in pain.

"Your children will think Madeline Tour'e the mother who loved them payed for her sins, which she will be. The moment you contact your children your whole family is dead. King Torrhen's allies wanted you dead and that is what they got, if you come back alive they will be very angry. Now we need a new name for you." Lara said as she wrapped the whip around her neck pulling it tight causing Madeline to fight for breath. It was not until she started to turn purple and see dots when the pressure was released.

"How about Iona?" Mars suggested as Madeline was gasping for breath.

"Nah, I was fucked by a beautiful whore in Braavos named Iona and I would never let this filthy whore touch me." Lara said as she placed the whip around her neck again squeezing tight. Once again Madeline's body went tight, at the same point just before blackout she was given the gift of breathing again.

"I know the perfect name." Lara said happily as she pulled Madeline's hair back causing her neck to be held back exposing her now bruised neck.

"I knew this filthy whore from the Vale name Jaide. She was one of those stuck up cunts who acted like she was better than the other whores. She still moaned like a whore when fucked in her cunt." Lara emphasised the last point by slapping her cunt hard causing her to moan out loud. This gets a laugh from Maester Karrin and Mars.

"Well Jaide how do you like your name? You are a stuck up cunt that probably moans like a whore like the rest of us." Lara asked the girl whose front marks which were now being healed by the maester wincing at the application of the medication on her lash marks.

"Love it Trials Mistress Lara." Jaide said as she was lowered from the ceiling and just collapsed on the ground. Feeling the rocking of the ships Jaide could have passed out in that spot.

She looked over in the corner and saw a bucket with water and a brush in it.

"After the maester here is done healing your lashes you will grab that bucket and scrub this floor till I could eat of it. And that bucket will now be your toilet once your done. If I so much as smell a hint of shit or piss from this room your fun will last longer tomorrow." Lara said as she rubbed her belly thinking of the future child she would carry for her king and a bright smile crossed her face as she walked out the door.

That night Jaide spent hours scrubbing the floor before curling up on her straw bed and thin blanket just given to her. She could only think that this sacrifice she was making would ensure that her children would not pay for her sins.

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News had just hit King's Landing of the fall of the Final Step and the mobilizing forces of the North, Dorne, and Myr all set to take Tyrosh. Robert heard the first hand stories of the domination of Madeline's last defense and only Randyll Tarly who killed a former Tourney champion was injured.

Robert's thoughts were interrupted when Ser Jaime Lannister faked high then cut down low leaving his upper body exposed. Turning his sword down to block Robert brought his left hand up giving his brother in law a light slap on the cheek showing the contact made.

"Come Jaime we have been sparring for what seems likes hours." Robert said huffing from the heat as sweat poured down his face.

Jaime in his commanders cloak was about to respond when a messenger came running up to them bearing the Arryn sparrow.

"Your Grace, Lord Hand said to fetch you for the small council meeting. He was told you want to start attending all the matters pertaining to the war in the south. Small Council is in an hour and there will be updates." The boy bowed and ran off.

An hour later Robert bathed and dressed looking slimmer came bustling into the hands solar causing all to bow or curtsy. What surprised him was seeing that Tywin was sitting next to his lady wife. Usually Tywin made noise entering the capital but not this time.

They all heard a screech in the background and saw a large mean black tom cat that was rumored to once be Lady Rhaenys cat Balerion when she was a toddler living in the keep was chasing another cat. They all disregarded the rumor though since the age of the cat would be out of the question.

"Someone needs to put that cat down already. It keeps killing the ravens and chasing poor little Tommen's kittens." Cersei said as the cats disappeared from sight.

"Yes well we are not here to discuss cats so let us get this underway." Robert said as he took the head chair that already had some fruits and nuts laid out for him with some small portions of salted meats.

"Ah Lord Alestor a pleasure to see you again. I see you are back from the war front. Do you have anything to report?" Robert asked Lord Florent who had just returned to the capital from the Stepstones.

"Yes Your Grace, well you know how Jon Snow and this bastard of Brandon Lynda Snow both were given the name Stark without consent. Lord Stannis and the other Stormland lords have told him he needs permission but instead he decided to ignore the order to stript them of their new names." Alestor reported.

Mace Tyrell who had been angry he lost another 15,000 people from his lands fleeing to the north either to the Riverlands or the North slammed his fist in anger.

"Your Grace this is an outrage. I know Lord Eddard is your brother in all but blood but the level of disrespect must be punished." Mace boomed out causing Tywin to rub his brow.

"That is not all. Lord Stark also named Aurane Waters as Lord of the Stepstones and they already change the name The Final Step to the Southern Driftwood after his home. He also plans on installing Lord Sol as lord of Tyrosh once they invade and conquer it." Alestor reported.

"Brother just send a representative and tell them this land now belongs to the Stag of Baratheon. What Lord Stark is doing is an act of war, he must know this." Renly said, Alestor was not done on the progress of the Stepstones though.

"One more thing. When asked why he had Madeline killed and her family is being sent to the North to be judged with the rest of the high pirate lords he said this. "We are blood of the first men who ruled our lands and judged our conquered long before the founders of any of the southern houses were thought off. We will judge our our like we have for the past 10,000 years since the age of Bran the Builder." That is a direct quote." Alestor said and all members had looks of outrage on their face except Tywin who surprisingly had a small smile on his upper lips after underestimating the young Savage Wolf. When the war came he would be a worthy opponent.

Cersei seeing this was outraged at her dream kingdom crumbling around her.

"Father I do not know what you find so damn funny." She growled.

"Cersei he is tempting us to start the war. He knows since he conquered the Stepstones and Tyrosh they will be loyal to him not King's Landing. Never think the alpha wolf is a fool, when he does something it is done for a reason. He knows war is coming and is trying to get as many houses away from our side." Tywin said taking a sip of his wine and continuing.

"He is not prepared for a war in Westeros and neither are we. That is why he is tempting us like this, to mock us. The Stepstones I believe started off as revenge but turned into testing his military. I will bet 1,000 golden stags that he places the Stepstones under Dornish control and Tyrosh will be under Myrish control. Both his allies and shielded, when the war starts he has two new kingdoms to fight for him." Tywin surmised leaving the whole table in shock at just how intricate the plan that had been developing since the Tourney of Riverrun was. Varys stepped in now.

"I have reports that in his inner circle they internally no longer recognize House Baratheon as their rulers but instead the wolf. House Tarly, Tully and House Hightower are included in this as well. Your Grace from what my little birds say you walk on broken glass right now." Varys informed him, he left out the part of when the grown birds got too deep they ended up missing or found dead on a rocky shore.

"Yes we will start building up our navy, artillery, and siege weapons. Now what else is there to discuss?" Robert says wanting to leave the stress of the council meeting to be in a whore's arms.

"Finances Your Grace. They may not be ready to fight a war but gold wise they can afford it unlike us. We owe 1 million stags while they are in the clear for 10 million stags at the bank of Braavos. The years of trade and now the influx of people have cause them to boom and forced them to create new cities while we shut down ghost villages." The Master of Coin Littlefinger reports.

"That bastard I know is responsible for the burning of the crops across the Reach." Mace yells angrily getting some confused looks. They knew of the events but not the details.

"There is a group call The Equals riding through my crop fields and torching them into the night. We have not figured out how many or who are the leaders but they are wreaking havoc for me." Mace explains about his current thorn in his side.

"Renly send some of our Stormland lords to investigate and assist. And figure a way to get us more money Lord Baelish." Robert commanded.

All eyes turned towards the Warden of the West.

"We will have 4 million stags sent to King's Landing by the moons end. House Lannister will do its part to stop the rising of the wolf empire." Tywin assured them. He knew if the wolf was to succeed House Lannister's hold on the Westerlands would not be secure.

They talked for an hour more and by the time they got out Selyse was running around in a panic looking for Shireen who had disappeared again.

It was a half an hour later that Robert holding the hand of little Myrcella while she rambled on about what her favorite flower was as they walked through the garden. As they approached an opening they saw Shireen once again studying before the pond of the weirwood tree.

As he enjoyed the evening with his daughter and niece Robert knew that this moment would not last forever and he would be swinging his warhammer once again.

(Scene Change)

Steel clashed all around them as the enemies came from the hill bearing the tree of House Stane. Cregan using the bow his father gave him used his deadly accuracy to start picking off men left and right. As he ran out of arrows he would run up to a dead archer and grab theirs.

Around Cregan were Stark men and Tallhart men led by Ser Helman Tallhart. Ser Helman earned his knighthood by dancing around the savage Skaggs as his blade cut deep into their inferior armor. His son Benfred was already slain protecting a group of Umber men.

On the otherside House Umber and their 300 men led by Ajax Umber the youngest son of the Greatjon was protecting the few females and wounded brought with them to discuss a truce to bring them back into the fold.

Among them was Desmera Redwyne who was now healing a young man of 17 who had a deep arm wound. Desmera looked up and saw a scary man who must have had giant's blood by his size about to raise his sword to slay her, that is when she saw from out of nowhere Ajax waving his great war hammer smashed the man in the face causing the bones to crush in on themselves. With the man lying on the ground screaming in agony Ajax raised his warhammer high in the air and brought it down with great strength he inherited from his father smashing the man's skull.

"Desmera, get the wounded load on these carts and get ready to make a run for that castle a mile over. My men will push the cart just keep yourself alive." The boy of 15 who stood 6 ft 4 and already had a big beard in.

She could only nod and pray to the gods they made it to cover. Slashing his war hammer and killing a few more Skaggs Ajax had reached Ser Helman and Cregan Snow who were doing an impressive job of keeping them away.

"Hey Cregan we need to run to that castle like right now, Desmera is loading our wounded into the carts get your men ready." Cregan nodded at this and started throwing orders to his men until both teens hear a loud females screech. Without another word Ajax ran as fast as he could back to his men and the carts.

Once there he saw a few men grinning looking ready to have fun with his men and Desmera who was acting as a scribe on this trip. From over his shoulder a barrage of arrows flew over him and hit their targets of the Skaggs. Looking behind him he saw Cregan and his archers re notching their arrows.

"Come on men get this cart moving west." Ajax ordered as picked up Desmera who was moaning in pain from the arrow in her thigh and shoulder.

Cregan's archers keeping them at bay allowed House Umber's men to form a protective barrier of shields and swords around the cart of wounded.

Fighting through the Skaggs they finally made it to the keep on the coastline hoping to flag down a passing ship for assistance. As soon as the House Stark men entered the archers took their points around the top of the ancient keep.

Walking over to the corner of the small dining room Cregan sat next to Ajax who was tending to Desmera taking the arrows out.

"Ajax, our scouts tell us 1200 Skaggs are regrouping right now. Our 700 are currently getting ready to defend ourselves. Hey Desmera how are you doing?" Cregan asked as he rubbed the girl's shoulder.

"How do you think she is? Why your cousin Sarra insisted on her coming with us is beyond me. If we get out of this with our heads she will get a piece of my mind." Ajax said overprotective of the young girl. Desmera decided to speak for herself on this point.

"Ajax! Lady Stark and Lady Ashara needed me here because we did not know a battle would break out and none of you have the knowledge to set up the tax payments." Desmera said wincing as the arrow in her now exposed thigh was taken out.

"They actually welcomed us and waited till we sent out our last raven to attack. I will give it to them that they planned the attack well." Cregan said as he walked away to check with his pointmen.

"Are they actually cannibals Ajax? Maybe if I tell them southerners don't taste good they won't eat me." Desmera jested out of fear, Ajax was now laughing with a large smile on his face as well as the surrounding men.

"Lady Desmera we will be no one's meal. Now lay down since we will be here a while." Ajax ordered kindly and Desmera instead of finding a pillow leaned on Ajax and shortly fell asleep.

(Perspective Change)

Old Tattersalt was aboard The Blackbird as they pushed off of the recently rebuilt tower of Eastwatch-by-the-sea thanks to the help of House Stark. The waves were relativly calm on the Bay of Seals telling them that the oarsman down below would be putting more work due to the lack of wind.

They saw the common sight of Skagos that you would have to be blind to miss coming from the port. Blind or dead since you ran straight into their coastline. A lot of the men would commonly go to the railings to try and catch a sight of a "unicorn". Tattersalt personally thought it was a myth or a creature that died out along time ago but would not ruin the fun of the hunt.

It was a half an hour later and they saw a lot of Skaggs circling a keep as they passed along the Skagos coastline. Ready to ignore chalking it up to the savages once again having an internal rebellion like they always seemed to have Old Tattersalt with his round belly just directed his rudder to continue past the coastline, it was then from the top of the tower they saw fire arrows being launched and the direwolf of House Stark being waved.

Running down the deck he ran to his first mate Lord Corlys Velaryon who was the former Lord of the Driftwood until his capture at the hands of Stannis Baratheon near Dragonstone during the Rebellion.

"Corlys did you see that? I saw banner of House Stark." the captain said huffing from the small run.

"Aye I did I already informed the oar master to turn us around and get as close as possible. House Stark gave my bastard child a chance, I think it's time to repay Torrhen." Corlys said as they felt the ship start to do a wide turn to come in on a crappy dock.

"Men remember make it to that castle and help them towards the ship. No heroics just a simple rescue mission." Corlys said as his archers kept picking off the men running down the docks to attack them.

With 300 men behind him they charged down the docks slaying all the Skaggs they came across. One man went high so Corlys simply ducked down stabbing the man in the knee and moved on allowing his behind man to finish him off.

He came across a large Skagg with a war hammer about to crush his oar master Lyonel, Corlys thrusted inward towards the man's armpit piercing his heart from the side causing him to fall over dead.

As they almost reached the keep and a new wave of Skaggs were about to come when the doors burst open and men bearing the direwolf, the giant of Umber, and the three trees of House Tallhart met the new opponents. After the initial wave a large man bearing the Umber sigil came out carrying a redheaded woman in his arms, she grabbed onto him for dear life.

After him came a teen that Corlys recognized immediately as a Stark by the face after his many visits south for recruiting. The Starks welcomed him with open arms every time. Behind the lad came a small wolf that he easily identified as a puppy direwolf. The direwolf was too young to be an asset in battle but distracted enough Skaggs to allow them to be killed easily by the archers.

After repelling 2 more waves of Skagosi the men went aboard the Blackbird and was off sailing to White Harbor.

Down in the hull of the ship sat 200 injured men and an angry Ser Helman Tallhart who was next to the cut up and slain body of his son Benfred.

"Cregan when House Stark moves on Skagos House Tallhart will be there. I will get revenge from those fucking savages." Helman growled out as Cregan walked by.

"Aye it will be on my cousin Sarra but she would not deny you vengence." Cregan said shaking the forearm of Helman and walking towards Ajax who was sitting with Desmera and a maester.

"Very good field healing Ajax, your father would be proud of how you helped this beautiful young lady." The maester said addressing the bandages.

"We will need to tell Lady Stark that Skagos has declared once again that they are kings. This was suppose to be a normal trip to Skagos where we tell them who is in charge and they reluctantly kneel before House Stark like they have for the past 10,000 years." Ajax said to open air not really talking to anyone.

The redheaded Desmera started to doze off from the wine she drank but fought it to listen to the conversation.

"Ajax there was nothing you could do. The next step is to tell Lady Stark and we will bring the hammer down on them." Desmera said ending with a loud yawn. Ajax put a blanket over her which caused her to smile up at him with her bangs falling in her eyes. He pushed the hair behind her ears and stood up.

"Come Cregan let's let her sleep." Ajax said as little Tundra bounded over to the soon to be asleep Desmera and curled up against her for his own little nap.

The journey was short to White Harbor where Lord Manderly met the party on the docks.

"Corlys bring ten men to represent the crows in court, Sarra will want you there. Your ship was sent off for recruiting so for her thanks she may make your trip worth it." Cregan said and with that 11 crows and the group that left with 1000 but returned 650 in number made their journey off to Winterfell to report the uprising.

(Scene Change)

The cool wind blew through his hair and beard as Torrhen overlooked his new empire. In the distance he saw the mermaid of House Velaryon sailing south towards the Northern Gallows and his own ships bearing the direwolf sailing towards the Sleeping Refuge.

As he sat in his small sleep pants without his shirt showing the fresh scars across his body he heard heard the door knock and in came Asheffi now with her grey and silver cape showing her induction into the Wolf Guard.

She was about to say something then saw two whores lying on the bed just starting to stir from their sleep. The upper body was exposed on the redhead while the whole backside of the blond was showing as she curled up against the blanket.

"Asheffi they have the same body parts you have when you undress. Now what is it." Torrhen asked annoyed at being disturbed this early in the morning. The sun was still starting to peak it's head out.

"Yes Khal Torrhen, I apologize for being so easily distracted. I have Prince Oberyn, Lord Waters, Lady Lynda, Lord Eddard, Lady Munda, Lord Hightower, and Ser Arthur requesting to speak with you. Should I tell them to wait till after the breaking of morning fast?" Asheffi asked knowing her khal hated meetings early in the morning. Torrhen ignored her for a few minutes like he did at times and just felt the relaxing air.

Asheffi just walked out to the balcony and smiled at the view, she was proud to say while it was only a small portion she had helped her khal secure a new kingdom for his empire. The whole while serving her previous khals she never felt this accomplished.

"Aye Asheffi but first wake up Juliet and I don't care if she is in her small clothes tell her to follow you to room. Once she is outside the room then admit the rest of the people. I expect both of you back here in haste." Torrhen commanded and Asheffi ran off with the goal of not disappointing her khal and keeping the time limit.

Still breathing deeply from the run Asheffi opened the door and the lords and ladies came in with a still groggy Juliet who had her writing parchment and pen in her hand. They all walked passed the once again sleep whores on the bed whore had even more of their body exposed.

At looking at them Juliet had a deep blush on her cheeks as she sat on the farthest end of the balcony with a table already there to dictate the meeting. She had to avoid looking at the fit body of her king so she would not make a fool of herself.

Aurane and Oberyn came in lightly laughing.

"Torrhen you dog, I was about to grab the redhead last night but she just disappeared. Now I know where she went off to." Aurane said with his morning wine in his hand and a loud hat with a large feather adorning his head.

"Aye I knew she would be too much for you so I spared her the wasted time." Torrhen jested which caused a round of laughter.

"So this will be my bedroom once the king heads back home. I have a hell of a view." Aurane said walking towards the balcony and seeing all the islands he was responsible for.

"I really must thank you King Torrhen. I know I said it before but you did not see me as a bastard but as an admiral that would fight for your cause. Not many would have given me that chance." Aurane said as he walked up to Torrhen and they shook forearms.

"You earned it Aurane, and this is an informal meeting so if I hear King Torrhen from one more person outside of Asheffi or Juliet who are both on duty I will kick you all out."

"Please Asheffi would call you Khal Torrhen if you were hip deep into her cunt. She would moan Khal Torrhen for Pentos to hear." Lynda said jokingly which caused all the occupants to laugh minus Eddard and Asheffi, Asheffi just glared at the newest Stark gripping her arakh tightly and stomped away to the drinks to get her khal his morning drink.

Lynda joked but they all knew how loyal Asheffi had become to their king.

"Now as fun as it is having you all in my room what may I help you with?" Torrhen asked as Asheffi handed him his blood orange juice and she left to take her post outside still giving one last glare to Lynda.

"Sister please apologize on your way out. I know you meant no insult but she is very serious when it comes to those issues." Torrhen asked/commanded Lynda who nodded obediently.

"Torr I must asked you the real reason my son is headed to Dragonstone and why you are not fighting it?" Eddard asked the question that had been keeping him up at night since that meeting the solar.

Torrhen took a sip of his drink and thought about his answer before speaking.

"Uncle Eddard, we have a unique opportunity to have a major player on our side behind their ranks. We already have a few people stationed there now and also in the Stormlands incase he is moved. We are stretching our resources thin on that department but to keep Brandon safe I will use all the resources and favors I have." Torrhen paused seeing a few nodding heads.

"With Brandon in Dragonstone they accidently left us an opening, and the best part is if Brandon has an exit he could kidnap Shireen tipping the favor on our side. Now I want that as a last resort because I want them to connect and be happy together since Brandon alongside Shireen will be given the Stormlands. Uncle Eddard Brandon has trained for war like we did at his age, it's time to put that training to use." Torrhen said.

Someone was about to talk again when they saw Asheffi drag the two naked whores before the group and threw them on the ground. They hugged each other for safety when Artos started growling at them.

"Khal Torrhen I saw these two listening in very closely to your words." Asheffi reported and by the look of fear in their eyes it only proved her suspicions true.

"Now I should kill you and throw you over the railing but the thing is I suspected it." Torrhen said surprising everyone especially the girls who thought they had been that good to trick the Savage Wolf.

"Your Grace please let us go we will not say a word." The redhead said getting on you knees and begging.

"Name?" Torrhen simply asked.

"Myra Your Grac…" The redhead could not finished as Torrhen's backhand crossed her left cheek so hard she fell to the ground spitting out blood and hand a large handprint on her cheek.

Lynda could only look in shock knowing if he was doing this before them what would he do to a traitor in private. She had heard the name Savage Wolf for her brother but now she truly believed his title.

"Lie to me again and I will throw you over that fucking railing." Torrhen said calmly but it was so calm it was disturbing.

"Mia Your Grace, my name is Mia." She said quickly and she positioned herself on her knees on the hard stone balcony.

Torrhen simply looked at the blond.

"Aleia Your Grace." The blond spluttered out quickly.

"Now I imagine you are birds for Varys. Am I correct?" Torrhen asked and instead of answering they knelt there frozen.

Asheffi pulled a knife from her sheathe and gripped Aleia's jaw so it stayed open and place the blade on her tongue.

"In dothraki culture before killing our captured spies we cut out the tongues of the ones that will not speak. Khal Torrhen, do I have permission to proceed?" Asheffi asked the terrified girl.

Before Torrhen could reply Mia stepped in.

"Yes Your Grace, we work for the spider. Please let us live and will sell our bodies for you. We will pay tribute, spy, poison, anything you require but please let us live." Mia begged kissing the bare feet of Torrhen as tears flooded out of her eyes.

Torrhen sat there for a minute while the jaw was still held open and the other whore was kissing his feet begging for mercy.

"You will send Varys one more message that will read "I have two more." and then you will begin training. You will use your cunts to get me information from all over the seven kingdoms. Are we clear?" Torrhen asked the girls who were now nodding since Asheffi released blonds head.

"Asheffi put them in the dungeon till our friend can get them." Torrhen ordered and Asheffi nodded dragging both girls to their feet. She went get grabs some clothes for them.

"Asheffi they don't need those, burn the clothes they brought and all their possessions." Torrhen ordered. With a nod all three people left the room. All occupants looked at Torrhen in fear now knowing how cruel he could be.

"Before you judge me I am the king of a splintered kingdom. Do you know what makes a great king?" Torrhen asked and no one answered.

"It is the ability to make decisions and actions against your own morals for the betterment of the kingdom. I would love to burn down every sept and kill the faith as a whole but I know it is not for the betterment of my kingdom. If anyone wants to rule in my place please step forward." Torrhen said and looked around and saw the look on everyone's face knowing they did not want that kind of responsibility.

"Next topic." Torrhen ordered and Oberyn spoke next.

"Well Your Grace we have received the men of House Forrester for the attack on Tyrosh next week. Also reports have come back and you have a new nephew Rodwell Stark and a son Rickard Mormont. Two strong northern names, not creative though." Oberyn reported. Lynda could only smile and know she was a moon or so away from seeing nieces and nephews that she did not deserve to see.

"Also House Forrester is on the island, they came last night. And reports came in and the Dwig twins, Dutch, Jasmine, and Maxwell Toure are all in Ghaston Grey all seperated. They are just awaiting your judgement." Leyton reported and the rest of the morning they talked strategy on the attack on Tyrosh well past morning meal and just past mid meal.

Everybody was starting to file out and that left only Torrhen, Lynda, and Juliet.

"Juliet when we land in Dorne my wife will despise you due to your heritage but know that you have my support. As long as you serve my house faithfully you will rise and may even earn your family name." Torrhen told the girl as her stomach growled at her. She nods thankfully and leaves the siblings together.

"Lynda you ready to fight alongside the direwolf?" Torrhen ask as he walks over to the mirror to inspect his fresh cuts.

"Yes Your Grace…" Lynda starts but is cut off.

"Lynda we are in private, I do not expect Sarra to call me by my title in private nor you." Torrhen states as he winces the application of mud and herbs he places on the fresh scabs to heal them properly.

Lynda walks over and grabs the jar and turns to his back to help him apply it.

"Of course Torrhen. Yes I am ready to march on Tyrosh and take the city alongside my brother." She says layering some mud on a deep cut on his shoulder blade.

"I never met father Torrhen. What was he like?" She asked placing the jar down. Torrhen could only laugh.

"I hardly remember him myself. I was only 5 when he ran off to King's Landing. I would see him and he would give me these beautiful wooden toys that are still in my solar, after that he would always disappear. I found out later it was to fuck some traveling dignitaries wife or daughter. Sometimes I wonder if I am any better than him." Torrhen asked himself outloud.

Lynda walked around to the front of Torrhen.

"Brother unlike our father you are claiming your bastards and treating them better than other lords treat their heirs so quit being like that. So I actually have a confession to make." Lynda said shyly looking away. Torrhen only nodded at her to continue.

"Now Torrhen this is going to sound really strange and I do not know if you will believe me or not. I was there the night Rodwell died." Lynda said and rage filled his eyes at hearing this.

"No Torrhen not physically there. Believe me if I was there I would have tried to save Rodwell from his fate. Well you know how I told you Madeline kept us in the dark on her plan on capturing Rodwell?"

"Aye I remember, after some digging only the men on the ship and her cousin Maxwell knew about the attack." Torrhen responded calming down.

"Well I was asleep on the Final Step after that bastard Clawfinger raped me again and I cannot explain it but I was flying over the ship watching the whole battle. I saw the moment Rodwell was killed and tried to fly down but was waken up by that one handed bastard." She confessed expecting a look her way saying she was crazy, instead she saw a smile on his face which confused her.

"Sister you are a Stark of the first men. Do you know much about the North?" Torrhen asked pouring two glasses of ale.

She accepted it from her king and brother and then looked out into the breezy sea thinking of what she actually knew of her father's homeland.

"Well I know my mother before she died when I was 12 told me that the North breeds the strong or kills the weak. The first men also came from north of the wall planting weirwoods all over Westeros. Now there is not many left after the faith spread cutting them all down." Lynda replied taking a seat on the far desk Juliet was just dictating on.

"Yes that is all true but more to it is our heritage. House Stark directly traces our heritage back to the first men. This means some of our family members posses…. Abilities." He paused to let that sink in.

"One such ability is the ability to warg. I do not know if our siblings or cousins share the ability yet but I do and still watch over my children and the North even though I am here. What you must never do though is tell anyone because knowledge of this ability will cause our house to be hunted down for witchcraft and other stupid bullshit." Torrhen warned her.

"House Umber has a hatred for the wildlings that is deep seeded. Greatjon and Ajax are okay with the ones of Torrhen's Hol but Smalljon despises them and that ability is known to their kind. We would lose a quarter of our support from the far northern houses." Torrhen finished. She sat there thinking about his words carefully.

"Now I would love to talk some more sister but get the fuck out so I can bath, I am starving and am not going down like this." He jest and after a hug he kisses her cheek sending her through the door into the glaring eyes of the still angry Asheffi.

Before he closes the door Torrhen adds one more comment.

"Oh Lynda be sure to be there at the war council meeting tonight. Also I know Marcus just docked so make sure he is there as well." Torrhen said getting a nod from his sister.

As the door closed behind her Lynda went to walk but her pathway was blocked by a sword that was pressed tightly against her neck from the dothraki warrior. Asheffi leaned in to tell her a message.

"You may be honest in your attentions with Khal Torrhen or may not, but rest assure if you think or attempt to steal his birthright away from him or his children I will personally flay you like the dothraki tribe I come from does to it's traitors." Asheffi said and pulled the blade away leaving a small cut on her throat.

Without another look her way Asheffi took her post again on the other side of the doorframe awaiting her khal.

Walking down to the training yard still reeling from the apparent death threat she saw Ser Arthur Dayne with dual swords in his hand training his nephew and namesake in the art of dual wielding.

Arty Stark looked over and saw her.

"Cousin come pick up a training blade, I just found out a new technique I need to try out on someone not my trainer." Arthur said. Her heart melted knowing that her cousins who had no need to take her in as family welcomed her, Uncle Ned was more suspicious but that would wane in time.

As the sun was setting all the lords and ladies had gathered around a large table that now showed an in depth map of Tyrosh.

Torrhen being the last to enter the war room saw the new major additions to this mornings meeting was Stannis, Marcus Sol, Yara, Aurane Waters and his long time Myrish friend Lord Orton.

Walking into the room Torrhen walked straight towards the smirking noble and embraced in in a hug.

"Raul how are you? It has been much too long."

"I am good friend, I wish it was not about war and more of us sitting around complimenting our beautiful wives but here we are" Lord Raul Orton said releasing the hug and sitting down.

Everybody got settled and a wave of handmaidens brought in drinks and snacks for all.

"Now that we have drink and food tell me about Tyrosh. Who are the major leaders we must keep our eyes on?" Torrhen asked the collective group. Lord Orton stepped up now.

"Well my old friend the lord that runs Tyrosh is Archon Barbaro Hestar. He owns the majority of the western part of the city. He runs it with his wife Seryna Hestar, his son Nekar was his right hand until he got caught smuggling out his 12 year old sister Serola past our blockade." Lord Orton finished. Daario decided to add his two golden stags since he knew Tyrosh better than anyone here.

"I don't know what you plan to Lord Stark but in a world of chain holder he is a powerhouse amongst powerful men and women on Tyrosh and he must be killed if you want any type of control." Daario threw in and Torrhen looked at the map thinking.

"I know that slaves outnumber the masters 3 to 1 so if we can secure his palace and claim it for Lord Sol and then we release the slave they will do all the work for us. We just give them arms and give them aid, once we do that the city will be ours. We need to stress the importance of keeping the children and innocent women alive if possible. I will not be known as the Slaughtering Wolf amongst my other monikers." Torrhen said the last part slamming his hand on the ground.

Daario stepped in again.

"Lord Stark my father Dathis Naharis is a good man in a bad system. He is a slave owner but he always provided the best food he could get, best sleeping quarters, food, and did not overwork them. I know he would aid us if we could get to him, due to me being on this side I imagine all of his assets are locked up and he with his slaves are secured." Daario said receiving a nod from Torrhen.

"Friend that is good but what about the city after we conquer it? I have spent many a nights drinking the pear brandy there and fucking the whores. They depend on the economy of slavery, if we do not balance the economy out we could destabilize the region." Oberyn said as he turned his eyes away from the exposed thigh of one of the dornish handmaidens.

"Aye Obe they are a center of slavery, and very aggressive about getting wildings and other into their system. But out of all the Free Cities they are a mercantile city. I have reports that war in imminent again with Lys when they stole 10,000 slaves. With war is a lack of trade, so we are going to give them channels to a secure channel in the North, Dorne, and a few other places while patching up old issues." Torrhen finished and his sister piggybacked off his words.

"Once we present them with an even more profitable path the merchant lords will realize they do not need slavery and we create new houses based around the released slave households. We have the merchants and the 90,000 slaves of the city under our control. Well under Lord Raul Orton's control." Lynda said sending a wink towards the Myrish noble who kept flirting with her.

"Lord Orton's control? I thought Lord Sol was taking Tyrosh was being held by Lord Sol for the crown?" Ser Davos said confused.

Torrhen had to suppress a chuckle at them finding that House Baratheon would never get one tax dollar from them. Lord Orton would instead be paying those taxes straight to Winterfell where the war chest was held and to Braavos to their account.

"A 8th kingdom is much too responsibility for King Robert so we are leaving it in control of Myr. True Lord Sol will be there as a high lord but Lord Orton will run it for Myr." Torrhen said having to suppress a smile at the look of rage on Stannis Baratheon's face. He stood up in anger knocking over his wine spilling it across the map.

"House Baratheon or it's allies will not be assisting you damn wolves give over Tyrosh over to a slave free city. Ser Davos get the fleet to return home on the morrow." Stannis ordered and left with Davos Seaworth not far behind. Torrhen simply shrugged as a servant girl came in and cleaned up the mess and they proceeded with the meeting.

That night late into the candle burning they talked about strategy.

An exhausted Torrhen reached and when he opened the door he saw a nude Melissa Pyke sleeping there waiting for her lover.

With grace and soft steps he approached the bed and faced her spread opened legs, carefully crawling on the bed he slid his tongue along her pussy which made the sleeping girl shudder and moan in in her sleep.

Her sleep was shaken when she felt her body start to react to the stimulation. Groggily she woke up and saw Torrhen with his mouth between her legs. She went to say something when only a moan came out and she grabbed his long hair guiding him deeper into her.

He then left her pussy and started kissing up her stomach then to her breast and stopping at her neck cause her to grind against his body. Anticipation filled her body and the need for him outweighed any other feelings inside her.

Ripping off his tunic she dug her nails deep into his back as he bit down on her neck. She felt the stiff member in his breeches rubbing against her bare pussy.

"Please Your Grace, take me and treat me like your personal whore." She moaned softly. He only smiled at her and flipped her on her stomach. When she raised her hips up showing him the target he slapped hard on her ass causing her to moan loudly. Instead of lower her hips she raised them higher with the same result.

"2 Your Grace." She moaned wanting more.

Her whole body recoiled from another slap and her pussy was dripping wet.

"3 Your Grace."

This went on for another 10 minutes causing her body to beg for more.

"40 Your Grace." She moaned out feeling her ass was extremely red now. She felt a finger graze her sex and she bit her lip down in anticipation.

Feeling the weight shift on bed behind her she felt something that was not a finger tease her sex.

"Please Your Grace, fuck me. I will beg or do anything you want just fuck me." She moaned/begged.

She heard a pleased laugh come from the wolf behind her as he entered her, upon entrance her whole body recoiled and squeezed down around his member. Melissa Pyke was fucked for 30 straight minutes leaving her a moaning mess by the end. As she felt his seed release inside her she collapsed onto the bed. That night once again both lovers fell asleep satisfied with a smile on their faces.

(Scene Change)

The heat was bearing down on his bareback. The sound of breaking rock echoed around them as you could see 100 large rock hammers go up and come crashing down on boulders in rhythm. In the background you could hear the Dwig twins arguing about the surrender of Justin to Lord Waters.

Dutch looked up at the glaring sun and saw a very well trained archer with an arrow at the ready for action patrolling from above. One man had been stupid enough to grab his rock hammer and attack a guard, before he could even lift the hammer up an archer placed an arrow into the back of his skull. After that no one as much took the hammer a foot away from a rock.

Dutch in the far distance saw his nephew Maxwell guiding the heavy carts carts being pulled by a couple of oxen. The climate of the Sea of Dorne had not done anything good to the young man, he was burnt to the stranger and becoming skinnier day by day. He was broke from his musings when the foreman came out bearing the quail of House Jordayne.

"Alright you lot time to get your midday chow." The man ordered. It was twenty minutes laters they were sitting in the dining hall that they shared with the female now due to the riot trashing theirs moons ago. The far side was the men's and the near side was the female eating area, no one dared crossed that line after a few examples were made.

From the distance Dutch thought he was seeing things when he saw the long blond hair he would not miss anywhere. Standing up he starting walking to the young lady who wore clothes not much better than his. He heard she had been here a few days but this was his first sighting of her since she pushed off that dock with the children. She was now sporting a large black eye and a very broken nose, most likely from an angry pirate blaming her for Madeline's actions.

He was stopped when he felt a spear being pressed against his throat.

Looking down he saw a short guard with a good build bearing the sunspear of House Martell stopping him in his tracks. Looking around he saw other guards had their arrows pointed at him.

"Please let me see my niece. I just want a few minute with her." Dutch pleaded.

No guard answered and Jasmine was now staring at her with a sad smile gracing her lips. The silence was broken by a female's voice walking towards them. She wore the sigil of House Jordayne and had her dirty blonde hair in a braid.

"Dutch Tour'e, you have been good so far do not start acting like trouble now. My predecessor Amelia Snow while a great woman and warrior was not fit to run a prison." She said walking up to him with a dagger, she placed dagger against his groin with the blade resting on his breeches over his cock.

"But I am. You know your family is the reason why all these people are crowding our normally empty prison here in Dorne? How do you think she got those beauty marks on her face? Her sister may have had her head separated from her neck but she still lives." She said and pulled the blade away putting it away.

"I still cannot believe what your sister permitted to happen to Lynda Stark. It is really kinda obvious, you look at her you can see the family resemblance. Now tell me were you there mocking her as she was raped?" Myria Jordayne asked and with the assistance of a club with a steel ball at the end hits him in his stomach forcing him to the ground in pain.

Jasmine with tears in her eyes tries to run to help her uncle up but receives the same treatment with a very strong fist.

"I objected to the treatment of Lizzy and stormed out of the meeting Warden Myria." Dutch said recovering and quickly getting to his feet. His battles in the pits had taught him to recover quickly.

"I personally never met her, well I guess unless you're part of Lord Stark's inner circle you would not have met Lady Lynda yet." She waved for Jasmine to be brought over, Jasmine was pulled to her feet by her hair and still in pain stumbled over.

"Would me and Lady Lynda get along Jasmine?" Myria asked holding onto the beaten woman's face.

"Yes Warden Myria." Jasmine says obediently. She receives a hard slap on the face that leaves a red mark on her cheek. With a glare Myria spit into the face of the one time princess of the Stepstones.

"Fucking liar, you only met the girl you watched get raped who was Lizzy not Lynda. I hate liars and would love nothing more than to slice your throat ear to ear." Myria said taking her knife out and slowly guiding the knife across her throat ear to ear without breaking blood. This cause Jasmine's legs to give out once the knife was pulled back in fear.

"But if I did that Lord Stark would return the favor on my pretty neck and I love my neck just the way it is. Say thank you Lord Stark for saving my pretty little neck." Myria said to Jasmine leaning in closer.

"Thank you Lord Stark for saving my pretty little neck." Jasmine says knowing she really is thankful since he had every right to have her killed on the spot or worse.

"I am in a giving mood so I will give the three Tour'es 30 minutes tonight. If my guards overhear any conspiracies or plotting you will be dragged before Lady Rhaenys Stark before the next nightfall." Myria said letting go of Jasmine and walking away with her guards. Both family members were ushered to their own sides.

Dutch sat with a few of his battle buddies while Jasmine sat alone at the end of the table since being shunned by the rest of the inmates.

Nightfall came and the cold air crossed through the walkway as Dutched reached a door and inside a plain sandstone room with one window and two guards was his niece and nephew. As soon as he entered Jasmine engulfed him in a hug. She was sporting a new blackeye on the other eye now.

"Jasmine we can only pray the Savage Wolf conquers Tyrosh soon so we can be out of this place. We need to prepare our defenses for court when we are judged." Dutch said pulling out a seat for his niece.

"Judged? Who does he think he is to judge us?" Maxwell huffs out looking out the small window.

Out of anger Dutch slams his hand hard onto the table startling his two family members plus the guards.

"Dammit Maxwell he is the victor, the victors judge the losers. Quit being a fucking child and not knowing how war works. You all had your fun in a war I told you was stupid. Maddie accepted her fate now it is your turn to accept yours." He growls at his nephew.

Silence reigned for minutes until Jasmine looked up.

"Uncle, did she suffer?" Jasmine asked not really knowing if she wants the truth.

Dutch inside his head wanted hug her and assure her Madeline was not dead but knew he had to take the secret to his pyre. He just looked up at her with sad eyes.

"No Jasmine she did not. She was walking to the door to fight to the death and the woman we all thought was Lizzy the handmaiden swiped her head off. She did not even see it coming, do not judge Lady Lynda for her actions either. It was Madeline that orchestrated the murder of the brother she never got to meet." He lied smoothly.

"The important thing is we do not jeopardize her children's path, if the sacrifice required for their survival is all three of our necks then we will pay it. Am I clear?" He tells them in a commanding voice with them nodding back. Maxwell even concedes defeat knowing little Yennifer would not pay for his stupidity.

They chatted for the rest of the time until Warden Myria came in.

"Well look at the happy family. Ah I see you have a new addition, now both of your eyes match." She says walking up to Jasmine ignoring the wincing coming from her when she inspected the new black eye.

"Please Warden Myria is there anything that can be done to give my niece protection until our trial?" Dutch asked and Myria looked up affronted.

"I am insulted, I should have your cock cut off for thinking I could be bribed." She huffs out.

"Pear and apple brandy? We have a whole building full of it bottled up. You give her protection we give you the brandy." They hear a quiet voice from the corner of the room, she looks up and sees it is Maxwell. He knows Jasmine would get killed before she could stand trial.

Myria goes to dismiss it right away and beat Maxwell until she starts calculating how much gold she could make off it.

"A lot of it?" She ask simply and waves for a servant to bring in some drinks and food. She receives a nod from Maxwell.

She sat down opposite of Dutch with the servants bringing some fresh bread and water which the Tour'e family ate in a matter of minutes. After eating stale bread for the few weeks this was a welcomed changed.

"I will take your niece on as a serving girl and you will send out a raven to whoever watches over it. Your missive will be read and you will not send out anything other than the delivery. Also this will be kept between the people in the room, in no way will Lord or Lady Stark find out about this. Agreed?" Myria said extending her hand out to secure the deal.

Dutch Tour'e shook her hand and over the next hour they hashed out the details.

That night Jasmine laid her head on the same crappy hay mattress but now looking around there was no roommates to beat her at night. She slept well for the first time since Madeline and James sailed away to capture Lord Stark's children.

(Scene Change) (Italics are things said in Tyroshi)

Archon Barbaro Hestar sat in his solar overlooking all the Myrish ships around his home. Seryna his wife of 30 years was sharpening her spear in the corner of her room. She had earned the title the Spear of Tyrosh after her victories and deadly accuracy with said weapon.

"Husband I am sure they escaped. Quit worrying and sit next to your lonely wife." She said sending him a seductive wink. He complied sitting next to her and leaning back.

"I know Seryna it's just something does not feel right." Barbaro pondered as he kissed the back of his wife's hand.

"Nekar is a smart boy love, he just turned 21 and we trained him well. He will ensure Serola made it out fine." She assured him and they sat in comfortable silence until they saw the tall lean Grand Admiral Lord Brachos Nymar walk in with his scribe slave to dictate notes.

"Archon Barbaro, Lady Seryna always a pleasure to see you." The grand admiral greets the elected leader of Tyrosh who was the primary land and slave owner on Tyrosh. Archon Barbaro controlled the whole western districts while owning over 2,000 slaves.

"It will be a pleasure to see you send the wolves and Myrish ships to the ocean bottom. Our old admiral underestimated them please do not do the same thing. The thing that worries me is if we can rely on our slave soldiers and sailors." Barbaro mused out loud.

He was answered by the main slave driver who processed all the slaves in and out of the island Lord Jorio Sanios. His loud personality filled any room he entered.

"Old friend you worry too much, we have instilled the fear of the whip in them. They will see freedom before them and come running back to us. We have conditioned them and their families for the past 8,000 years. A pesky mutt thinking he is civilized will not change that fact." He stated as his wife Lady Lessila walked in attached to his arm. She was 45 and looked every bit of 24 with experimental herbs.

"Lords and Lady we are preparing to secure the slaves as we speak that would fight against the known order of life. Me and my husband just have to process a new 13,000 wildling slaves that just arrived before the barricade by Myr and we will be closing down our docks. We have these pain in the ass brothers with the same name though." She shakes her head at the uncivilized people that are only good for cleaning up shit.

This gets a voice behind them excited for a story as he enters. Entering is a small muscular man with a red beard Lord Jaqan Nestah with his wife Lady Trianna Nestah.

"Oh wait till me and my wife can sit down. You know cannot start storytime without us, also before we dive into the story Lord Naharis with his young wife is locked up along with his slaves in the manor. I am not sure if we can trust him so just incase I placed him under guard." Jaqan said getting approving nods from all those around him.

"That man is much too easy on his slaves. They live to serve our every whim, hell I have my whore happy to carry my bastards." Lord Jorio says getting an approving laugh from his wife.

"Well as I was say about these two brother. Get this, so one is Harle the Handsome and the other is Harle the Huntsman, these fools fall for the same cunt and knock her up separately. Don't get me wrong I love it when slaves do not work together to conspire but this is ridiculous. The woman if you can call her that is our latrine cleaner in the house and just looking for a good bid on the children." Lady Lessila says to the group which gets a good little laugh.

They chatted for an hour before the main ground commander for Tyrosh comes in Lord Innor Essiros with fresh blood on his tunic.

"Sorry 'bout the delay lord and ladies that pesky slave Erlosha once again tried to get support for an uprising. I would kill her but torturing her is so much more fun. I forced her to kill one of her sons or I would kill them both, the elder volunteered. If he actually had feelings it might had been sweet." He said getting a few chuckles before Archon Barbaro slammed the gavel down getting the attention of all participants. He wished his brother was here but was away on business for preparations of the wedding of Daenerys Targaryen in Pentos.

"As much as I want to hear more stories we have a war to plan." He tells them and they all take their seats.

"How are the sea preparations going Lord Brachos?" Archon Barbaro says while dictating some notes.

"Good Archon Barbaro, the Myrish ships are weak on the backside and we have a strategy to sneak around them. The trick is going to be the forces Westeros." Lord Brachos states and most of the group laughs.

"Please Brachos those idiots can barely tie sails let alone defeat your navy. They only beat House Tour'e cause she is an idiot." Innor said.

Instead of laughing with the jest Lord Brachos looked very serious, he gets the nod from the Archon to continue.

"They can do more than just tie sails, they now have 1,000 more ships to use as a distraction or whatever they want with the shitty pirate ships they apprehended. We tried to torch the fleet but our men were slaughtered by the squid's people. And you all may laugh at the potato admiral Lord Sol but he is very very dangerous on the open sea." He warns them and they all think about his previous battles and how capable he actually was.

"Well Lord Brachos I trust you to make the right decisions. Our food supply is running low and we have no choice but to stop feeding the slaves. We need to stop that blockade right away to get some supplies. And before you say anything they do the physical labor so we need them." Archon Barbaro says getting a wave of nods from around him. He then nods to Innor to say his report.

"Well Archon Barbaro we have Lord and Lady Nestah on the docks with 2,000 of our best men since we know they will come in that way. Also Jorio and a wave of soldiers will be securing the slaves who act up in the kennels. We have good commanders with a lot of troops stationed at all the gates and me and 4,000 men will be guarding the front gate. Although I highly doubt they will get past our good admiral over here." Innor says holding his glass up to a cheers towards they all clink glasses and drink.

That night all the lords and ladies truly felt that their way of life was secure, except for the Archon. Deep inside his gut he was worried but would not let it show.

A/N: Sorry alot new OC characters but preparing for war with a whole area GRRM never expanded upon really. Also most of the first ones on the list all belong to either House Sol or Upcliff.

Alora Sol

Lord Sol's second oldest child and oldest daughter

Lord Tytos Upcliff

Newly stated lord that Torrhen put in charge of Lyarra's beauty which lies just outside of Moat Cailan

Lady Anabel Upcliff

Lady of Lyarra's beauty

Torrhen Upcliff

Heir and eldest son of Tytos

Jasper Sol

Son of Lord Marcus Sol and accomplished captain

Rickard Mormont

Son of Torrhen Stark and Lyra Mormont

Named after great grandfather

Rodwell Stark

Son of Rodwell and Tyene Stark

Named after father

Maxime Sol

Lady wife of Marcus Sol

Brandon and Torrhen Sol

Twin boys of Marcus and Maxime Sol

Archmaester Karrin

Maester for the shadows

Former archmaester for Oldstown

Mia

Redheaded whore spy sent by Varys

Aleia

Blond whore spy sent by Varys

Archon Barbaro Hestar

Archon of Tyrosh

Lady Seryna Hestar

Lady wife of Barbaro and very good with spear

Nekar Hestar

Heir to House Hestar

Caught by blockade trying to escape with sister

Serola Hestar

12 year old sister

Dathis Naharis

Daario's father and noble of Tyrosh

Myria Jordayne (Canon Character)

Heir to the Tor in Dorne

Grand Admiral Lord Brachos Nymar

Grand Admiral for the Tyroshi navy

Lord Jorio Sanios

Cruel slave driver that processed all slaves into Tyrosh

Lady Lessila Sanios

Lady wife of Jorio and just as cruel

Lord Jaqan Nestah

Ground commander and lord in Tyrosh

Lady Trianna Nestah

His lady wife

Lord Innor Essiros

Physically goes out and captures slaves from north of the wall

Erlosha

Slave who always fights back for uprising

So the battle for Tyrosh next thursday! I hope you like my commanders I wrote for Tyrosh and they are that villainous because they have owned slaves since the days of much long ago so they feel secure with their roles in life and secure that it will not change.

The trials is like a basic training for shadows and even the maester had to go through it. Hope you all are not feeling I am going to hard on Madeline lol, she will not be leaving anytime soon. Well Madeline Tour'e is dead and she has a new identity.

With Lara I am intentionally writing her like Harly to Joker or Bellatrix to Voldemort. She is on another whole level of obsession and sees she is being used but does not care. Sorta like Asheffi, they are from a warrior race so if you dominate the warrior in them they become yours. Warriors respect strength. He showed the strength in her trial.

Skaagos is once again rebelling, I am just showing what happens when you underestimate the situation. They expected a small show of strength would put the island back inline. Guess not. Also wanted to show shit is happening in the North. Well I will stop rambling on and please if you spot any errors or anything that could probally be expanded please tell me so I can make it better for the future readers.

Please review the story if you liked it or if you did not and message me with any questions

Ric