Theon Greyjoy
Theon walked siently through the corridor. Tapestries of various different Freys hung on the walls, each of them accomplishing different tasks. One depicted the sire of House Frey looking over the construction of the Twins. Another depicted the 'Fool Frey' asking the hand of Rhaenyra Targaryen in marriage. But they all had one thing in common: potbellies and weaselly face.
The damn cowards. Theon cursed mentally. Everywhere he turned, all he could see were their weasel faces. Lord Walder Frey had made Theon feel very welcome at the Twins, by frequently reminding him of his lord father's failed rebellions.
"What sort of stupid cunt will declare independence right after another cunt reunited the Seven Kingdoms?" Lord Walder was fond of saying, while fondling his young wife. The poor girl always looked so pale. Theon hated it in the Twins. It had been two weeks since he had arrived here, under orders from Robb Stark and he was beginning to lose his mind. But only one person here made his life at least a touch better.
Theon reached the room he was looking for. He opened the door silently and shut it behind him. His eyes went as big as the moon as the most wonderful sight he had ever seen stood in front of him.
Roslin Frey stood as naked as her nameday, her skin gleaming in the silver midnight moonlight. Sensual sweat glistened of her large round breasts. HEr hair hung untill her waist, a few strands licking her wonderful breasts. The sweet scent of jasmine enveloped her body, giving the bedchamber a sexual aroma. She smiled at him, revealing her perfect white teeth and stared at him with her shining green eyes.
If the gods truly exist, then this was surely their masterpiece
"Theon." Roslin spoke in a rich tone. She began to walk slowly towards him. "I have been waiting for you."
For once in his life, Theon was at a loss for words while speaking with a woman. "M...my...lady..." He stammered. "We...can't...Not...again...Your lo...lord fath-"
Roslin placed a finger on his lips, shutting him up. She knelt in front of him and began to unlace his breeches.
"We cannot... my lady. We-Good gods." Theon felt her warm lips envelope his cock. He moaned softly as she bobbed her head up and down on, making him hard. She pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him with her hips.
"I am going to ride you, my stallion."
When they were done, Theon rolled off the bed landing on his feet. He picked up his robes from the floor and began wearing them in a hurry.
"What is it, my love?" Roslin asked in a soft tone. Her eyelids were drooping, indicating to Theon that she was tired and wanted to sleep.
"I better get out of here, before your lord father finds me here."
"Lord Walder is either fucking his wife or fast asleep on her teats." Roslin said with a chuckle. She rubbed her eyes. "Surely, you can sleep here until first light."
"No, my lady." Theon said with a sad smile. "Even if your father is... indisposed... your brothers and cousins still roam the halls, even this late. It's better for your honor if they don't catch us together."
Roslin sighed softly. "Very Well. Until next time, my love." She stood up and softly kissed his forehead.
Theon bowed and left the bedchamber, silently shutting the door behind his back. He began walking slowly back to his chambers as silently as he could. He had just taken two steps when he heard a loud voice call his name.
"Theon."
Ser Stupid. Theon had been the victim of the evil stares of Ser Hosteen Frey ever since Theon brought him back to the Twins under the orders of their King. Theon was glad that Hosteen Frey was blessed with a brain of a horse by the gods.
"Ser Hosteen." Theon said, turning around to face the Frey knight with a smile. He was dressed in full armor. Completely unusual behavior for a man at midnight, but then again, this was Ser Hosteen. Theon knew he couldn't judge him by normal standards
"What are you doing out of your room so late?" Frey asked.
"Taking a walk, good ser." Theon told, trying to remain composed. "Sleep is hard to come by when you don't have a featherbed to sleep on. What about you, Ser Hosteen? What are you doing up so late?"
"My father requests your prescense in his solar."
Well, Roslin was wrong. Theon rolled his eyes. He was in no mood to deal with Lord Walder's snobby remarks. "Perhaps another time," Theon said as courteously as he could. "When the sun rises, maybe?"
Hosteen's hand went to the hilt of his sword. "Perhaps, I haven't made myself clear at all."
Theon's hands were tied. He knew that, even on his best day, he was no match for the brute strength of Hosteen Frey. Theon didn't have any weapons or armor on him, while Hosteen was armed to the tooth. So he had to play along to whatever this was. Theon nodded to Hosteen, who was visibly pleased that Theon hadn't put up a fight.
"Let me lead the way."
The walk was done in silence. Hosteen looked forward, not making any eye contact with Theon at all. All the Freys depicted on the potraits seemed to be staring at him. There was a feeling of dread in his guts. This is not right.
They entered the hall. The large hearths were all lit. Most of Lord Walder's sons and grandsons who handn't gone south with Robb were here. All the same weaselly faces staring at him. Upon the high chair sat Walder Frey, senior. The old bastard sat on the chair as of it was a throne. He had a smug smirk on, which Theon knew boded ill for him. Theon stopped right before the steps to the elevated platform. Hosteen stopped behind nim
"Ahhh, our friend Greyjoy is here, heh, heh,heh." He spoke in his usual raspy voice, which echoed loudly against the silent hall.
"My lord." Theon bowed silently, biting back a witty response.
"Ahhh, Theon, my friend, you promised me that yer were not as stupid as yer old man, did you not?"
"Indeed, my lord." Theon said through gritted teeth.
"But it seems that, even after all these years, your father hasn't got any wiser."
Theon looked up in surprise. What had his father done this time? "I'm afraid I do not understand, my lord."
"Your uncle, Lord Victarion has taken Moat Cailin." Walder said with a drunken smile. "The Greyjoys have proven themselves treacherous once again."
Theon opened and shut his mouth. Father would never do that, would he? WIth me as the Stark's hostage? He must have surely known that an act like this would cost me my life. No, he wouldn't do that. It does not seem like him at all. But then again, he hadn't seen, much less spoken to his father in nearly a decade.
"You... You're lying."
Walder straightened himself in mock offense. "You dare question a Frey's honor, boy?" He signaled to one of his grandsons who went near Theon and began reading from a parchment in his hand.
"The lords and ladies of Westeros deserve to know the truth, and for that sole reason, I write this letter. Moat Cailin and all it's nearby lands have been captured by the ironmen, lead by Lord Captain Victarion Greyjoy, and many northern castles will soon follow. For the lords and ladies of the riverlands who have sworn allegiance to Robb Stark, the selfproclaimed King In The North, this serves as a warning to you all. Turn your cloaks and swear alliegance to King Joffrey, First Of His Name, or else the ironborn will raid your castles. No quarter will be given. Your ladies will be raped and your children taken as thralls as they feast on your men's blood. To all the northern lords, you will be given peace if you denounce Robb Stark as your king. If you do not... you better pray to your tree gods for mercy as I will not show you any. Lord Tywin Lannister, Warden of the West, Lord of Casterly Rock, Shield of Lannisport and Hand of the King."
Theon looked aghastly at the seal of the letter in the boy's hand. The seal was that of the Hand of The King, proving that the letter came from the Lion Lord himself. Lord Tywin Lannister never lies.
"Bold of him to say that, considering that he has lost every battle to the Young Wolf." Theon said woth a small chuckle. He was determined not to show weakness to this weasel of a man
"You're questioning my loyalty to our king, boy?" Walder asked stroking his chin. "You are no one to do that. As a matter of fact, it's your loyalty that I'm curious about, boy."
"What?!" Theon asked incredolously. This weasel has no right to question me. "I spent half my life in Winterfell with the Starks. Lord Eddard was like a second father t-"
"Second father." Walder said with a chuckle. "Who's your first?"
"Erm...It's...not..." Theon stammered as he searched for a response to that.
"I thought so."
"it's not like that..."
Walder raised his hand. "Take him to the dungeons." He said in a raspy voice. "And send a message to the Young Wolf telling that we have detained a Greyjoy."
Theon felt something hard hit the back of his head and he fell into the darkness.
A/N: Sorry for the late update guys, but I hav been dealing with a lot of stuff in my life and many of them have left me in a mental state unfit for writing creative fanfics. Anyway, I promise that I will try to update as soon as I can, but I can make no promises. I plan on doing the Robb meeting Renly chap soon, so stay tuned. And as always, please make sure to leave a review, as I always appreciate constructive critiscism. Thank you, and hope you have a great day :)