Back in Meereen, Asher was with Beskha at the harbor, as Amaya and her pit fighters got onboard Asher's new boat.

"You think we hired this boat for nothing?" Asher asked.

Beskha shrugged. "I don't know. That was a rousing speech you gave, little brother, but who knows how much they heard."

"They say your homeland is fat and prosperous." Amaya said. "An orchard ripe for plucking."

"We'll take what we want. And kill anyone who stands in our way." The Beast said gleefully.

"Take anything not nailed down. Just not from my house." Asher warned. They were unpredictable but Asher had hope that he could keep them in check and make sure they wouldn't cause too much trouble for his House, when he arrived to Ironrath.

Amaya and the pit fighters laughed. "That depends on how nice your house is."

Beskha shook her head. "I'll show them beds." She accompanied them onboard.

"Beskha wasn't exaggerating."

Asher turned around, widening his eyes in surprise. "Malcolm. You're here." Alongside a small group of Second Sons.

"And you've found your soldiers." Malcolm said, impressed as he rubbed his chin before turning to Asher. "Ironrath will be glad of your return. You came through for them. Just as I knew you would."

"What does Daenerys want from you?" Asher asked.

"She has a mission for me, but beyond that she's told me nothing." Malcolm said. "If I can, I'd like to help her reclaim the Iron Throne. Imagine what an ally she'd be to House Forrester if she succeeds." He smiled at Asher in pride. "Living here has made a better man of you, nephew. Perhaps the same will be true for me."

Asher nodded. "Thank you, Uncle. I wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't for you. You've guided me well."

"You are your father's son, Asher. For all your differences, he would be proud." Malcolm said. "I'll send a raven ahead to Ironrath, to let Rodrik know you sail for Westeros, with… er… "sellswords"." He rubbed his chin, feeling a bit awkward before getting ahold of himself. "My thoughts will be with you in the fight to come." They were both about to part ways before Malcolm spoke up again. "Asher." Asher turned to him. "Iron from ice."

Asher nodded. "Iron from ice."

"Casting off!"

Asher got onboard as the ship sailed off to Westeros.

Back in the King's Landing, Lucan accompanied Mira to the dungeon with a pitcher of wine in his hand as he handed it to Mira. "Take this. It'll help loosen his tongue. But be careful. He's a tricky little bastard." A truth-telling drug, Mira realized as Lucan pulled out keys and unlocked Tyrion's cell. "If he figures out who sent you, he'll tell you nothing." He turned to Mira. "I'll be listening to every word you say."

Mira tensed. She certainly didn't like lying to Tyrion and manipulating him into drinking a drug that would force him to tell the truth but what other choice she had? Deep down, she had hoped that it would work, or that she could at least be honest with him and hope that he would in return be honest with her. There had never been lies between them before.

Mira entered and Tyrion seemed deeply disappointed and Mira noticed that he had grown a short beard. "I ask for Bronn, they send me a handmaiden." Mira looked nervous, not sure what to do. "Well, you're here. You might as well come in." She entered as Lucan locked the door behind her and she approached Tyrion, who looked up at her. "Let me guess – your family is in grave danger. And you've come seeking my help." He shrugged, looking around. "Not that I'd be of much use to you. As you can see… I'm at a bit of a disadvantage."

"I brought you a gift." Mira said, showing him the pitcher.

"Wine. You know the way to my heart." Tyrion smiled, intrigued before his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "And you didn't even have to hide it." Mira handed him the pitcher as he gestured her to sit down on the bed and he sniffed it. "Doesn't smell poisoned."

"Poisoned…?" Mira tensed. She knew that Tyrion wouldn't be so easily fooled but she was hoping he wouldn't see through her.

"Cersei would love nothing more than to save herself the trouble of a trial." Tyrion explained as he poured himself the wine into the cup and offered it to Mira. "You don't expect me to drink alone, do you? They never let anyone in to see me. And I've grown tired of talking to myself."

Mira knew that it would look too suspicious if she declined right away as she picked the cup. "I suppose I'll have just a little." She had hoped that too little of a sip of the drug wouldn't force her to tell the truth.

"Ah, a true girl of the North." Tyrion said as he raised the pitcher and toasted. "Some things are worth dying for." They both drank but Mira made sure she drank it in small sips, while Tyrion drank it in gulps before she finished drinking and handed him the cup as he poured into it again. "So, why are you here?" Mira turned to Lucan and tensed. Hopefully, the effects of the drug wouldn't take too fast for Mira to tell the truth. "It's rather unusual for a handmaiden to visit the Black Cells."

"I've been worried about you, Lord Tyrion." Mira said. That wasn't a lie. Perhaps she could just avoid telling the truth she didn't want to tell.

"Oh. Have you…?" Tyrion actually seemed touched. "You may be the only person in all of King's Landing who doesn't want to see my head on a spike. You and Podrick. I have to admit…" He smiled at her. "I've always admired your honesty. But I suspect there's more to you than one might imagine." He took another sip from the pitcher as he got up. "This is all a ruse, isn't it?"

Mira tensed. Had he seen through her that fast? "Sorry?"

"Your coming here." Tyrion said as he sat down next to her. "We both know why you have an ulterior motive." He drank again. "You've come to set me free. It's the perfect plan. No one would suspect it of you."

"I'm afraid not, unfortunately." Mira said.

"Unfortunate for both of us." Tyrion nodded. He poured her another cup. "So tell me… Cersei sent you. Didn't she?"

Mira paled as she glanced to the door and saw Lucan glancing in through the bars.

"I know I'm not wrong. The truth, Mira." Tyrion insisted.

Mira knew there was no point denying it, especially, since she had drunk the drug herself and it was hard enough for her to resist its effect even now. "She left me no choice."

Tyrion nodded. "She never does." He smiled at her. "At least you had the courage to tell me the truth."

In that instant, Lucan entered, glaring at Mira. "I told you not to run your mouth! Stupid girl…" He shook his head. "You're acting like a fool."

"I owe him the truth." Mira glared back.

"Him…?" Lucan eyed Tyrion in disgust. "He's nothing now."

"I'm still a Lannister. And I know plenty of men who'd happily slit your throat." Tyrion warned as he waved Lucan off. "Now give us a moment. We're not done talking."

Lucan snorted. "Imp." He reluctantly stepped away, folding his arms but still eavesdropping.

Tyrion turned to Mira again, resuming their conversation. "What did my sister expect you would learn?"

"Who will testify on your behalf." Mira said.

Tyrion shook his head as he gave her a worried look. "She's using you. And will continue to do so. Until you no longer prove useful."

"It's not as if I could refuse her." Mira protested.

"Cersei is not someone to be trifled with." Tyrion warned before he gave her a look. "And what would Lady Margaery make of your new "friendship" with my sister…? I doubt she'd be pleased. Assuming she doesn't dismiss you immediately."

"Lady Margaery will understand – Cersei left me no choice." Mira said, although she was trying to assure more herself, rather than Tyrion.

"Let's hope she understands." Tyrion said. "Because absent her protection you're in a very precarious position."

Lucan cleared his throat, clearly, he was about to drag her out as Mira gave Tyrion a pleading look. "What should I tell Cersei…?"

"She knows the answer better than anyone." Tyrion's eyes turned dark. "No one will testify for me. She's already seen to that. That is the truth of it. Not that it will help you."

Then why did Mira come here in the first place? Had Cersei been just using her and was this a test whether she could be her pawn? It cannot have all been for nothing. "I have to tell her something."

"Then lie. Tell her I intend to call Sansa… Varys… Jaime… Give her a list of names and be done with it." Tyrion suggested.

Mira considered. That could work, maybe…

"Enough of this nonsense." Lucan had run out of his patience as he grabbed Mira by her arm and dragged her out. "You're wasting my time! Out. Now!"

"I wish you well, Lady Mira. Be careful who you trust." Tyrion said before Lucan locked the door to his cell.

Back in Ironrath, the sun was shining into Rodrik's bedroom through the window as he put on his pants and stared outside, while Eleana was in his bed, with only a blanket to cover herself after they had made love last night. "Must you leave?"

Rodrik turned to her, smiling. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you."

Eleana sighed as he limped towards her. "You didn't sleep, did you?"

"Neither did you." Rodrik smiled.

"We haven't slept at all much these last few weeks." Eleana admitted as they held hands. "I… I hope you don't have any regrets. About this… About us?"

"My only regret is what happened to your brother." Rodrik's face turned sad. "If I'd only—"

Eleana held his hand, trying to keep a straight face and smile. "Please, let's not talk about Arthur. Not now." Rodrik laid next to her as they were about to kiss. "What do we do now? Now that we're…" She laughed softly. "What we are."

"We'll be married. And no one will be able to keep us apart." Rodrik smiled at her. "Not Gryff, not his father, not Ramsay Snow."

Eleana's smile widened. "I was hoping you'd say that."

They were about to kiss, when Talia entered. "Rodrik…" As soon as she realized what she had barged into, she immediately looked away as Eleana pulled the blanket to cover her breasts as Talia's cheeks were also getting pink. "Oh! I'm sorry…" She took a breath. "I thought you were alone."

"Good morning, Talia." Eleana said somewhat awkwardly as Rodrik got up.

"Hello, Eleana." Talia said, her voice shaking as she blushed even more. "Oh, I— I didn't realize you two were…" She stammered. "I mean, I didn't she was… I'm just making this worse, aren't I?" She tried to stifle her giggles.

"It's all right, Talia. Come in." Rodrik assured.

"I really am sorry." Talia said as she turned to Rodrik. "It's just… this is urgent, Rodrik. And…" She glanced at Eleana, clearly uncomfortable.

"It's— It's all right. I can go." Eleana assured. "You two need to speak." She got up, holding the blanket to cover her naked body as she smiled at Rodrik. "I'll see you soon, I hope." She walked off as Talia gave her a curtsy before she approached her brother as the door closed.

"All right then. I'm listening." Rodrik said.

"Last night I couldn't…" Talia closed her eyes before looking at Rodrik. "I was having nightmares, so I…"

"Go on, Talia." Rodrik encouraged.

"I went back there. To the grove." Talia looked outside the window before turning to him. "And someone was there!"

"What do you mean?" Rodrik asked.

"Look." Talia handed him a scroll that he unrolled and his eyes widened.

"This is a report. How many fighting men we have… Where Gryff and the Whitehill garrison are being held… It even talks about Eleana!"

Talia nodded, looking angry. "I know. It's everything. I couldn't believe it… If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes…"

Rodrik turned to her in worry. "Were you seen, Talia?"

Talia shook her head. "No, it was dark. But…" Her eyes were full of anger. "I saw him."

"Talia, I need to know who it was." Rodrik said.

Rodrik entered the Great Hall with Talia as he saw a shadow at the fireplace before he turned to Talia. "Go get the guards."

Talia left as Rodrik approached the man at the fireplace. And he couldn't believe his own eyes as the traitor gasped in shock at seeing him. "My lord! You scared me half to…" Duncan stopped, when he saw the paper in Rodrik's hand and realized he had been caught. "So you know." He got up to his feet, saddened. "I didn't mean for you to learn this way."

"Start explaining yourself, Duncan." Rodrik ordered.

"What do you want me to say?" Duncan crossed his arms. "What I did, I did for your own good. For House Forrester." He neared Rodrik, not an ounce of regret on his face. "For your father's legacy."

"You told them everything, Duncan!" Rodrik snarled. "Our plans… our strategies…"

"I only told them enough to keep us from war." Duncan protested.

"But why!?" Rodrik demanded.

"Because you're reckless, Rodrik!" Duncan exploded. "Just as Ethan was."

"Ethan was a boy." Rodrik defended.

"But you're not. And you've been endangering this House since the day you got home." Duncan glared. "Refusing to kiss Ludd's ring, even though you knew he'd retaliate. Flagrantly defying Gryff, and leaving Ortengryn to pay the price! And now, getting Arthur killed!?"

"Enough, Duncan!" Rodrik roared.

Duncan looked saddened. "You're not a leader. You're a wounded soldier trying to prove he's still a man. I'm actually trying to save this family." He raised his voice again, folding his arms. "Everything I've done, I've done for them." He then calmed himself as he actually sounded remorseful. "Hate me for it, but it's the bloody truth."

"Are you mad, Duncan!? You're not saving us, you've destroyed us!" Rodrik shouted.

Duncan whirled on him. "It's only because of me you haven't all been slaughtered."

"The only thing that matters is that you swore an oath to obey me. And you broke it." Rodrik sneered, limping towards Duncan, their faces inches from each other.

"I swore to obey your father. He commanded with respect. All you command is violence." Duncan tapped Rodrik's chest with his finger accusingly. "This House is doomed with you in charge, and you know it. Hurts me to say that. But I wish you'd never crawled off that corpse cart."

Rodrik punched Duncan in the jaw as Duncan groaned, holding it before glaring at the man who had been like an uncle to him. "Shut your fucking mouth."

"As I said…" Duncan spat blood on the floor before Lady Elissa and Talia entered.

"Duncan, how could you?" Elissa whispered, staring in disbelief at the man, who had been like a brother to her and Lord Gregor.

Royland entered, clearly disturbed. "My lord, Gryff's gone. Someone helped him escape."

It was obvious who as Rodrik glared at Duncan. "Was this your doing?"

"Ludd was going to ambush you at the exchange." Duncan said. "I did it to save your life!"

"But Ryon!" Talia protested.

"Duncan, I trusted you." Elissa said angrily as the guards entered, about to lock Duncan up.

"Let's just get this over with." Duncan said.

"What do you want me to do with him, my lord?" Royland asked.

"Kill me and you won't be able to save Asher. He's in danger, Rodrik." Duncan warned.

Rodrik wasn't sure whether Duncan was bluffing but he was not going to let a traitor live. He pulled out his sword and Duncan's mouth filled with blood as the blade protruded from his chest. Rodrik pulled away as Duncan gagged, falling on his knees before he fell to the ground.

"It was the right thing." Talia said coldly.

"What Duncan said…" Royland trailed off. "We have to warn Asher!"

"We can't, not if he's at sea." Elissa said as Rodrik turned to the fireplace.

"My lord… what do we do?" Royland asked.

"Prepare the horses." Rodrik threw his cane into the fireplace. "We're going to war."

The ship was sailing to the port as Beskha turned to Asher in worry. They noticed that it was empty, with no guards and just a few ships docked. Something was not right.

"This couldn't be easy, could it?" Asher muttered as they got off the ship and walked down the port, with the pit fighters shivering and rubbing their arms from the cold.

"So, this is Westeros." Beskha said as she looked around.

"Ugly. And small." The Beast said.

"Fucking freezing too." Amaya muttered.

Asher shrugged. "I said you'd be paid. I never said you'd be warm."

They met Rodrik, Royland and their men as the brothers smiled at each other. "Asher. Thank the gods you've made it back."

Asher couldn't help but notice the scars on Rodrik's face. "You've looked better."

"We've no time for small talk, brother." Rodrik looked worried as Asher nodded. "Hope you're ready for a fight." He looked around. "Ludd's got something planned. I don't know what. But it won't be good."

Asher shrugged. "Been stuck on a boat for weeks. Could use a good fight." He turned to his pit fighters as they followed Rodrik's men before they saw a Whitehill soldier hidden in the shadows who struck the mechanism of the gate with his sword, cutting Asher, Rodrik and two soldiers and the Beast off Beskha, Amaya, Royland and the rest of the pit fighters and Forrester soldiers.

"Get that gate open!" Asher ordered as an arrow shot down one of the soldiers and Whitehill soldiers ambushed them, with Gryff in charge.

"Asher! No!" Beskha yelled.

The Beast lifted the gate as the Whitehills surrounded Rodrik and Asher.

"It's been a while since I killed any Whitehills." Asher pulled out his sword and stabbed one of the Whitehills, while Rodrik blocked as another Whitehill attacked.

The Beast was shot in the back with some arrows as he turned around, snarling at the Whitehills. "Out of my way!" He knocked them down with his club as he rushed to the mechanism and pulled, trying to open the gate. "It won't go further."

Gryff's man-in-arms Harys threw a spear that hit the Beast in his side and he was forced to let go of the mechanism, closing the gate as he fell down, dead.

"Asher!" Beskha exclaimed. "You have to get out of there."

"Looks like it's up to us." Asher turned to the mechanism but was hit with a bolt in his ankle as he groaned before he pulled it out.

"Asher!" Rodrik shouted, helping his brother on his feet as they rushed to the mechanism and pulled. "Raise the gate!" They looked behind them. "They've got us outnumbered."

"Shit." Asher cursed as they both pulled. "We have to get out of here." They were unable to pull further as it hit them. "It's stuck."

The gate was barely open to crawl under as it hit them. "The gate will fall without one of us holding it." Rodrik and Asher looked at each other as it hit them both. Rodrik gave his younger brother a smile as their eyes got wet. It felt like a lifetime, even though it was a few moments, countless unsaid words exchanged between them as Rodrik smiled at Asher with pride. "Let me save your life. And our house."

Asher nodded. "Iron from ice, brother."

"Iron from ice." Rodrik repeated.

Asher rolled under the gate as Rodrik closed it before turning to them. "I'll hold them off!"

"But my lord! You can't!" Royland protested.

"Asher is your new lord." Rodrik said.

Royland nodded reluctantly, looking saddened. "Yes… my lord."

"Rodrik…" Asher started.

"Go!" Rodrik ordered.

Asher and Royland got on the horses as they, with the Forrester soldiers ran off with Amaya's pit fighters.

"Take as many as you can with you." Royland yelled.

Rodrik turned around and stabbed one of the Whitehills before blocking as another Whitehill attacked with his sword and cut another one in the throat and finishing off the one he had cut down by impaling him with his sword. A crossbow bolt hit him in the shoulder as Gryff's lieutenant stabbed him in the side and Rodrik screamed in pain. Rodrik punched another Whitehill in the face before he felt another blade in his side. Rodrik pulled out his dagger and stabbed another Whitehill through his lower jaw.

Rodrik gagged as a bolt pierced his throat and the Whitehills grabbed him by his arms and Rodrik felt several daggers stabbing him before he met Gryff, who looked down on him from his horse, which was the last thing Rodrik ever saw as darkness claimed him.