GOT: TFD 7 - I Own You!

Ragnar kept smiling and put the blade of his sword on the man's shoulder. He rubbed it over there, cleaning the blood. "Why should I not kill you? You're just a lowly thief who threatened my butler, especially when he was peeing. That's a grave sin in my books,"

"I finish pee when bad man came," Monty clarified, the boy was innocent. "Haha," Ragnar chuckled, "Still, the sin persists."

"Do not dare to kill me and commit this folly. I-I am Pollivera, man-at-arms of Ser Gregor Clegane... the infamous Mountain... I-"

The man paused as he found Ragnar was not even paying attention, instead, he

gave something to the giant to eat.

"Here, eat this bubblegum, Monty. But remember not to swallow it, only chew. It will make you a handsome boy with a jawline for ladies to die for."

Monty happily took it, "Monty loves bubble-bubble."

Ragnar also threw one small bubblegum strip into his mouth and looked back, "Ah, yes, you were saying something? Ser Gregor Clegane? Hmm, never heard of him, must be some puny useless house. Well, if you want me to consider letting you go, then you must do something for me,"

"Anything! Just name it," Pollivera saw a ray of hope.

Ragnar threw a small knife to him, "Take it. Gouge both your eyes out and eat them. I will let you go then."

"W-What? That's madness!"

"Oh, so it was not madness for you to be a thief even after being a man-at-arms of Clegane? You're supposed to be noble but are worse than savages." Ragnar scoffed.

"We were ordered by Ser Clegane to do it, to gather money outside the Westerlands borders. You don't have to do this. Don't make Clegane house your enemy. It will invite trouble from the Lannisters too." Pollivera said, sobbing. It was weird that he was advising something while sounding like pleading.

Ragnar was getting impatient, "Monty, did you hear that? Strange, since when did

pussies start talking? Well, go ahead, crush his skull then." "WAIT! I will do it! I will... do it."

Ragnar silently watched as the man picked up the small knife. His face looked terrified and pale. With shivering hands, he held one eye open, and with the other, brought the knife closer.

"AAAA!" He screamed in pain, which made his hand imbalance and stab straight into the middle of the eye, letting it go deeper than it should. It was like a water fountain, the eye sprayed out blood for a second, then bled profusely.

There was no good way of gouging one's eye out, the damage was going to happen, no matter what. He tried to scoop it out as if it were frozen ice cream. But in the process, he damaged his eye socket as well.

"FUUUCK! FUCK YOU!" He shouted and pulled it out in one go. Then ate it, life was too valuable to him it seemed. But in this mediaeval world, what was he even going to do without them?

"Damn, he really did it," Ragnar was amazed by the scene. The people in this world were surely brutal.

"But it's boring now and you're too slow. Monty, come to the road, your fish is getting cold. Smash his skull with the club first," he ordered and proceeded to leave.

Pollivera screamed in panic, "NOOO! YOU PROMISED!"

Ragnar shrugged, without even taking a glance, "'Consider' was the keyword. And I have decided not to consider letting you go. Go on, scream, feel hopeless, the same as your victims that you kill and rape do."

"Y-YOU MONSTER! MAD MAN!"

It was a badge of pride for him, "Indeed, Westeros has a monster residing in it now. I sure hope they let the monster live in peace—Or who knows, who might be the next to be cut piece by piece."

"N- AAARGH..." *THUD* the screams were cut abruptly as the giant club fell on his head with Monty's mighty force. It got crushed into pieces, the brain matter splattered around, it was going to be a fine delicacy for the wild animals.

Monty left the club and followed Ragnar down the road. Rupert had cooked more fish for them in the meantime. "You're back, I heard screams in the forest,"

"Just some animals. They were scared of us. Let's go now, Monty can eat on the chariot. The horses are smart enough to follow." He decided, giving a look to the two horses.

So, the journey continued with five bodies left in the forest, cut and crushed beyond recognition. But will there be consequences for Ragnar? Maybe. But would he care? Fuck no.

...

As they reached the last stretch, activities increased on the road. The climate also becomes slightly warmer but not by too much. It rained less too, something Ragnar and Monty appreciated.

Wendish Town was small and not that developed, in this world it was called a town, in Ragnar's it would have been a slum. It sat beside the river Red Fork, a staple source of resources for the people of the region.

It also shared a border with the Westerlands, so it was a good place for travellers going north to rest. Though, Wendish Town was not beside the River road.

Ragnar was going to first survey the land, but because of their little fun in the forest, they were running late. It was soon going to be night, so he decided to rest first and declare his right to the people, or show his might if they don't bow.

As the chariot and the carriage entered the small village, the smallfolks scurried together and started to whisper, to understand who it was. They started to follow them as they seemed to slow down.

Eventually, in the middle of the town, on the town square, the chariot and carriage stopped. People were amazed by the giant man with birds sitting on him. But then the carriage's doors opened and Ragnar athletically jumped straight to its roof.

He used it as his stage to make the announcement. But first, he surveyed his surroundings. There were a few buildings, the largest of them being the Sept, place

of worship in the Faith of the Seven. One thing Ragnar hated about this world. Religious fanaticism ran deep everywhere.

Then there were multistorey houses, this was the biggest town in the land, so all wealth was centred around it. The ground, however, was the source of Ragnar's disgust. It was muddy and looked dirty. Still, he ignored it, it all belonged to him now, he'd do something in the future.

"LISTEN UP!" He voiced loud and clear, gaining everyone's attention.

The smallfolks gathered around him like flies, looking dirty and sad. Only the kids had some excitement, but that was only for the giant man, Monty. Ragnar was the source of adoration by some women. He was exotic-looking, with all his tattoos.

He showed them the deed of the land and roared, he was not angry, but his aura screamed authority and power, "I am Ragnar Grant Ulrik Oroborus and this is Monty. The previous owner of this land, Ser Blunt, has lost his ownership. He took a loan of 15,000 Gold Dragons from the Iron Bank. He did not repay it and the bank seized the deed. Now I own it, so now I am the holder of this land.

"All of you now reside on my property. So get this in your thick skulls, I am the master of this land, I am the ruler, judge and executioner of its people. All of you can continue to live here, but do not commit a crime or anger me.

"It all depends on you, turn me into the devil or the saint. Your life is in your hand, so you shall decide your own fate."

Cold sweat and tears ran down the backs and faces of many men and women. Their life had all of a sudden changed and they had no say in it. They loved their previous master, Ser Blunt. The man was a dunderhead and loved fighting, but he was compassionate to people and didn't mistreat them.

Now, a new master was here, one they knew nothing about and honestly looked more like a brute than a noble. Then there was the giant that put shame on the

mountain.

Fear, uncertainty, hate and frustration were all they could feel. But the fate of smallfolks was to keep their mouths shut, lest they might find their necks cut.