Chapter 11: Chapter 11
After the remaining soldiers in Dreadfort surrendered, and we confirmed our victory, I discussed with Lord Stark what to do with the lands.
I wanted a piece of the land, but it didn't necessarily have to be mine.
So I proposed to make the lands an industrial area, were people could invest by renting a piece of it for factories, farms, and stuff.
With this idea, I would be able to rent a piece of the land to put some farms to start making crops for the north.
Lord Stark seemed to like the idea and started to ask how much money we would need to make the idea profitable for the north.
My idea was simple; I wanted to create some hydroponic sheds, many of them to make our crops, while the technology in Westeros was quite stagnated; I knew this was possible.
Winterfell had a garden with flowers and roses from the south that Catelyn Stark had commissioned to feel more at home.
So using the same principle, I would ensure the north didn't depend on the Tyrells for food.
This would cost a lot of gold, but money wasn't a problem.
So Lord Stark and I made a deal, he would let me build my hydroponic sheds on the land, and I wouldn't have to pay him anything, all he wanted was to be my business partner.
He wanted to invest in the idea and make profits out of it.
I obliged, it didn't matter much.
"So how long do you think I'll take?" Lord Stark inquired, trying to hide his excitement and failing at it.
It was clear as the day he wanted to make the north self-sufficient, and he was quite happy with the prospect of that being close.
"The construction of all the sheds? Haft a year," I smiled, "The crops, that depends on what we try first,"
After that, we discussed how we would distribute the food; I offered to be the one dealing with the business; after all, I was the major investor in the idea, Lord Stark agreed to it.
"I might need help finding more workers, the more people we have building our sheds, the less time it will take," I said.
"Aye, I will have someone to find you, good reliable workers," Lord Stark nodded in agreement.
"Well, it was a pleasure doing business with you, But I have things to do in my home," I said, getting ready to leave with my men and bears.
"I understand, but before you leave, I have a question," Lord Stark said, pointing to my bears, "How did you do that?"
"You mean make the wear armor, and fight?" I chuckled as he nodded, so it was time to lie, "I think every house is connected to their respective sigil, me with my bears... and House Stark with the dire wolves, or maybe I was blessed by the old gods, all I know is that bears love me," I smiled as I thought, not only bears, every animals.
*And Ravens! Ravens love you and your corn!* A raven protested in the background.
"Aye, too bad we don't have a dire wolf to see that," Lord Stark smiled.
"Hey, don't wave that idea off, who knows, the gods might put some in your future," I smiled, knowing full well, in a year or so, a couple of dire-wolves would be found.
"Maybe," Lord Stark laughed, "Tell my daughter that Arya misses her, even if she doesn't admit it,"
"Aye, I will, sir," I nodded as I finally got the green lights to leave.
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[Ned Stark POV]
Lord Mormont had offered me one of my life long dreams to make the north rich and self-sufficient without the dishonesty of the south.
His ideas were strange but had merit; sometimes, I forget he is a kid; it feels like I'm speaking with a maester.
Hydroponic sheds, his idea to make the north make our own crops, so that we didn't have to pay almost double the price the south pays to the Tyrells.
Lord Mormont was truly a mystery, I could see on his eyes he was happy with his position, but I could also see his ambition; usually, this would make me feel uneasy.
Lord Bolton had an ambition; I always knew he wanted my place.
Every lord wants something, but all he desires is to make the North advance without losing our ways.
He didn't want more power; he wanted to ensure progress.
It was unusual to see someone like him without the backstabbing dishonesty of the south.
"Send a Raven to my wife, I need to tell her about this," I couldn't help but smile, the north was getting better and better every day.
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[Balon Greyjoy POV]
The Bear Islands, the seat of House Mormont, they use to pay the iron price, we use to raid them, a lot.
But now, every time I sent a ship there, all I would get is a bunch of drowned men and a destroyed ship, no survivors, nothing.
In the span of four years, they became impossible to raid, no matter what I tried, or how I try it, it was impossible!
"Father, we haven't heard from the last ship we sent to Bear Island," Asha informed me.
"Another failure!" I hissed, how can this be, now that they are rich, they should be paying the iron price! But we can't get our hands in what belongs by right to us, their money, their woman, especially now that Sansa Stark was there, I could bring the wolf bitch here and teach the Starks a lesson, but I can't!
"There is something unnatural about this, I can't put my finger on it, but one day we could raid them, and now is like the drowned god himself is stopping us," Asha said with a thoughtful look of her face.
Blasphemy! The drowned god would never get in the way of the old way, the iron way, "No, we just haven't tried hard enough! I will get what's ours by right, and nothing can stop me!"
*By the mighty and delicious power of corn we the loyal and incredibly handsome ravens will inform our master of this, I swear it by the corn!*. Unbeknownst to both of them, a raven was on a window listening to their conversation.
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Author note: Here, ya go, a new chapter.
Lord Stark and our MC are investing to make the North a better place; the lands remain technically without a lord, though by default Lord Stark is the lord of them.
The Greyjoy's/ Ironborn are fuming with anger at the prospect of not being able to make The Bear Island pay the iron price.
—-enjoy!
Chapter 12
It took me a couple of days to get back to Bear Island. I was happy with the results, I had lost around seventy-five soldiers during this battle, but I had also basically destroyed the one threat the north currently had, not counting resident evil rip-offs beyond the wall.
The Lannister's, The Frey's And The Tyrells, were the most prominent threats remaining on the board of this wicked game for power.
While during this battle, my animals had proven to be more useful than I originally thought they were still animals, and their accuracy on assassinations was less than acceptable.
But nonetheless, they proved to be of greater use than I had initially anticipated.
The north was safe, for now, so I had time to prepare.
With the project of the farms being developed, it was time for me to focus on other areas.
I had to prepare for the long night; all I knew about the threat beyond the wall was that they were weak against fire, dragonglass, and Valyrian Steel.
The fire was easy to acquire and produce.
Dragonglass wasn't much of a problem, all I had to do was make a trading deal with Stannis, I was pretty sure he wouldn't reject an agreement like this because for others dragonglass is trash at best.
Valyrian steel was a hard near impossible material to find; it was, in other words, the vibranium of this world.
So I would hoard all the dragonglass I could, arming my men with the right weapons to destroy them.
"My Lord, I wanted to talk to you," Sansa entered my solar, she seemed distressed about something.
"Sure, my lady, what can I do for you today?" I said, putting what was doing on standby for the moment.
"Do you like me?" Sansa said fast as if trying to get over it.
She was asking if I liked her? This was an odd situation for me; I was making sure to treat her with the utmost respect and care, why would she doubt my intentions?
"I don't understand what brought this on?" I sighed.
"Every time we go out, and I try to initiate contact you flinch back, if I'm that ugly father will understand if you decide to break this betrothal," Sansa said with an angry expression.
She thought I didn't kiss her that much, because she was ugly, the reality was that she was too young, and I didn't want to force her into anything, I knew she liked me physically, but not beyond that.
"Oh dear," I laughed, as I poked her forehead, "Sansa you are beautiful, I just don't kiss you that much because… you are pretty young Sansa, it feels wrong,"
"How are we to fall in love if you don't at least try?!" Sansa complained.
I didn't understand why she was mad at me for not being more forward. She didn't love me, we barely knew each other, but regardless of that, it was time to tell half-lies.
"I like you, and if I don't control that, I might end up with you in bed before our wedding night, I rather wait, it's already hard enough for me to control myself…" What I said was partly true, I did found her very alluring, she looked like a woman already, but she was a child, and there were lines I wasn't going to cross.
"So you like me?" Sansa asked, with a flushed expression on her face.
"I do, the question is… do you like me?" For some reason I wanted to hear her say she did, I knew she had an idea of the perfect prince, and that I didn't fit that bill, but I for some reason wanted to hear her say it.
"I do, now," Sansa smiled, as I gave her a look asking to elaborate on that, "When I first saw you, I knew you were handsome, but you were just…"
"Some small lord?" I chuckled, I didn't take offence to it, because it was right, I was a small lord, with a lot of money.
"Yes, but so far you have shown me nothing but kindness, you even saved my life," Sansa smiled, "Perhaps this is what mother told me, that I would eventually start looking at you with fondness."
"I am doing what any decent human being would do," I smiled, "So you want me to be more romantic?"
Sansa giggled, "It would be lovely,"
"And here I thought going on dates was being romantic, haha," I laughed.
"What I really want is to get to know you," Sansa said after our laughter died down, "If we are to be together for the rest of our life we need to be friends at least."
She did make a point if she was to be the mother of my children; I had to be at least on a first-name basis with her.
"Very well," I nodded, accepting her proposition.
"Great!" Sansa smiled.
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After my chat with Sansa, I went back to my solar to study more possibilities of making money in the north.
One of my ideas was starting my own glasswork factory, mirrors here are as awful as they come, I even considered this at first, so perhaps it's time to push it forward.
"Alright, glasswork," I muttered as I put the idea on my future list to do, wondering what else to do, and then it hit me like a truck.
Silk!
I was able to control animals, if I acquired silkworms I could generate silk forever, the worms would make the silk for me, and I would be the sole distributor in Westeros, I knew for a fact everyone bought their silk from Essos, this idea was probably more profitable than my alcohol business.
"Alright, silk is a must-do right now," I chuckled as I wrote the idea down.
*caaaaaaa*
A faint sound, something was approaching my solar, but what was it.
*caaaaaaaaaaaaa*
It sounds familiar…. It's one of my birds.
*caw caw cawwwwww raven power rangers! I'm the black raven ranger!* One of my ravens entered my solar with an over the top dramatic entry.
*WE ALL ARE!* Deadpanned the rest of his flock.
"So why are you here?" I chuckled as I petted the dramatic raven.
*I bring news! Oh, great cornbringer The Ironborn are planning to attack!* the raven exclaimed.
So the Greyjoy's are tired of failing their raids…it seems it's time for me to acquire another island, and maybe a seat with the big boys, aka the big lords.
Chapter 13
Author note: so now the notes will be up here.
Soon the prologue arc will end, I think 3 or 5 more chapters to start the canon.
But the game will have some players missing,
So far for Ronard things have go relatively easy, but he has yet to meet the big players, anyway enjoy!
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The Ironborn would soon experience my wrath, but to make it, so I don't get in any political troubles, I need to let them win one thing.
They need to think they could make me pay the iron price, if I attacked them out of the blue, I would do nothing but ensure the wrath of the seven kingdoms as hypocrite as it sounds.
But if they attacked me first, then it would be fair for us to retaliate.
After all, that is the Iron culture, the Iron way, the iron price, but I wasn't going to pay the iron price.
There were other ways to start a war.
I wasn't going to let them take my family or anything, not even if that won me the fucking throne, but like they said, there are other ways, sometimes you have to risk something, so I would let them raid me, and then I would destroy them.
I still can't understand how they even allowed them to live in the first place.
Or how Lord Stark sent his daughter here, effectively putting her in danger, then again, he let her go to kings landing.
Perhaps Lord Stark must have assumed the Greyjoy's would keep themselves from raiding bear island with his daughter here because he had Theon, but in reality, all he did was make it, so they want to do it even more.
Regardless of that, I had a plan that would give me a motive.
Letting them attack me would suffice me as a good enough reason to kill them all, and as a plus would render Theon as a non-threat, without his house, he would never betray the Starks.
'Boys let the Ironborn raid us,' I commanded.
*As you wish, master,* the krakens said.
Now with the plan on rails, time to hang out with Sansa before being kidnapped by the ironborn.
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I spent a couple of hours with her, she has taken quite the liking to archery, being quite good at it.
She still doesn't admit she likes it, but when offered to go, she doesn't say no.
"I feel I'm getting better," Sansa said with a smile.
"Aye, now you know how to shoot those who annoy you," I joked.
"Arya would be the first one to get an arrow then," Sansa laughed.
"See, I told you, I knew you would like this, does this makes you any less of a lady?" I inquired.
"No, but… I never said I liked it," Sansa said.
"You don't need to say it, I know you like it," I teased with a knowing smirk on my face, "why would you practice alone if you didn't?"
"I will not acknowledge that with an answer," Sansa huffed.
"Hahaha, as you wish, my lady," I chuckled.
"Fine… I don't find it as mind-numbing as I thought it would be…." Sansa admitted quietly.
"Mind-numbing is what the septa taught you," I said with a cold tone, "Women are more than a decoration, more than a bag to carry a child, they are life-givers, and life takers, they are love and hate, they have endless paths to choose from but idiotic shit brained people brainwash them into believing they are nothing but tools," I might have let my emotions control my answer.
Sansa was a taken back by answer, "I… didn't think you had such a strong opinion about it,"
"I do, be it a man or a woman, you are the captain of your own destiny, don't let others tell you what or how to live life," I smiled.
And so the days passed with me going over my normal Lordly duties, and hanging out with Sansa, bit by bit I was getting to know her, and she was getting to know me, to the point she admitted liking the bow, but finding swords and close combat scary, but this was her answer, not the septa no her mother.
So I bought her a crossbow I had commissioned for her, the weapon could shoot twelve consecutive bolts before needing to recharge.
I made this weapon myself, well the blueprints for it, tinkering with what I remembered from crossbows and stuff.
I am by no means an engineer, but I managed to make it with my blacksmith and local engineer.
This way, she would be able to take many targets if she ever felt threatened.
-Ironborn approaching- one of my birds sang.
"I'm afraid I have to leave you, my lady," I smiled.
"I'll miss you, my lord," Sansa smiled
—
I ran towards where the raid was going to happen, and then I waited.
A couple of hours later, the ironborn arrived, and the battle started.
I rushed hacking at the men left and right, cutting through their flesh like butter, I had to make sure they noticed me.
"All help, Lord Mormont!" One of my men shouted, rushing to aid me.
And all the iron born turned to see me, Bingo.
"Come to me!" I taunted the ironborn, among them a woman, if she was who I think she was, this was a jackpot.
I parried the first attack, and with a swing of my right sword, I cut the man's throat, today I was dual-wielding, Longclaw on my left hand and a standard sword on my right.
I continued to dash forward, killing the men left and right, blood splattering everyone, tainting my clothes as I rushed them into oblivion.
"Holy shit…. retreat!" The woman shouted at her men, clearly disturbed by what she was seeing, but before she even had the chance to get into her ship again I lunged my sword into the ground and threw with my now free hand a knife at her hand nailing her to the ship, "Ahhhhhhh! Shit!"
"You ain't going anywhere, Greyjoy!" I chuckled as I grabbed my sword and continued to kill the Ironborns one by one.
Her men tried to protect her, but my forces were overwhelming hers.
I alone was overwhelming the ironborn; it wasn't before long that all her men were dead, either by blood loss or dismemberment, as I stood above the piled-up bodies with a dark grin on my face.
"Hello, Asha Greyjoy, how wonderful to have you here," I chuckled with a dark undertone, grabbing her face, she tried to punch me, but I stabbed another knife into her free arm.
"Ahhhh! Fuck you!" Asha growled.
"Feisty, we can't have that now, can we?" I smiled, punching her stomach with enough force to make her cough some blood.
"Fuc—-" she tried to insult me again, but I cut her off with a kick to her chest, I despised the ironborn, she encouraged her man to ****, and sack innocents, for that she wasn't a woman to me, not even a human.
"Tatata, What would your father think of that language?" I scolded her.
"What are you going to do with me?" Asha asked after a minute of silence, probably recovering from the hits.
"With you nothing, maybe make you feel what all those people you raided felt… but with your house… that's a different matter," I answered, as I ordered my man to take her away.
Chapter 14
Author note: I was in accident, a guy crashed into me and broke one of my legs and arm, I was in a taxi, the driver thank god is okey, with one arm my speed will be... ya know.
I won't drop though! Truck-Kun needs more than that to stop me!
It wasn't a truck it was a civic Honda.
I have one of those weird things in my neck, haha xd I feel so bad... anyway enjoy!
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Since one week ago, Asha Greyjoy was on my hands; now, it was time to play the right moves to ensure I wouldn't be targeted politically speaking.
I sent a Raven to Lord Stark and informed him on the situation, with a few additional things to it, I first added that the Ironborn had purposely tried to attack and capture Sansa.
This, of course, was a half-truth, but it would give them the reason for what I was about to do next.
Destroying the Greyjoy's, and erasing the Iron out of the picture.
Lord Stark would, of course, try to find a peaceful resolution, the Greyjoy's were a big house, one of the Seven Kingdoms, but for me, peace was never an option.
At least with them.
So with the ships they have brought to raid Bear Island and the ones I had commissioned years ago, I sailed, not before ordering my krakens to make sure none of them escaped the iron island.
In my raven I informed Lord Stark this was the last insult I would tolerate from them, trying to hurt my future wife, and my family, of course, this was a lie, if I wanted I could keep them forever in line without raiding, but I didn't want them alive, they were a waste of space and fresh air.
I brought with me the majority of my army, I knew that if I waited, Lord Stark would try to stop me, but not now.
I would deal with the political mess later.
"Let's see how the old Kraken fights," I smiled with satisfaction.
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[Ned Stark POV]
A raven from house Mormont arrived bringing terrible news; House Mormont had declared War on the Iron Islands.
After the attack they suffered where my daughter found herself in danger, her betrothed decided to put an end to it.
Foolish boy, one win in the battle does not make you unstoppable; I need to stop them.
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[Asha Greyjoy POV]
The Lord of House Mormont wasn't what I expected; he was cruel, yet disgustingly kind, he had yet to make me suffer for my sins.
But now we were on our way to my house; he wanted to bring the fight to us, on the sea, we are unstoppable, he is a good fighter, not a smart one.
"You will die, you know that?" I chuckled, as I stared at him, he would soon pay for what he did to my crew, and me.
"Good thing, the thoughts of an idiot are often forgotten," He chuckled, he was amused.
"We have more men, more ships; we are the ironborn!" I growled, trying to break free of my chains, he had me tied like a dog, eating from a bowl.
"And I-don't-care- soon all of you, will be dead, and I will laugh about, I might even fuck my future wife this day every year," He smiled, he was so confident, why was he so confident, we outnumbered him, by a lot.
"Say what you like, asshole, you can't win," I spat at his feet, not being able to aim higher.
"I see… you are one those that need to see to believe, alright I can respect that, I was like that… and then I died," He chuckled as he took my chain off the wall, and pushed me outside his office, outside in the ship I could see the water moving furiously, the drown God was angry at him.
"All I see is our victory," A smile formed in my face, but his faint and devoid of emotion smile made me shiver in fear, fear of the unknown, why was I feeling so much fear?
"Look closer," He ordered, and what I saw surprised me.
Krakens, many of them, but how?!
"They obey me, how else do you think I made the Bear islands unraidable," He smiled.
Did his crew knew about this? And if they did, how could they be so calm.
"Fear of the unknown, what a delectable delicacy, they don't know, nobody but me knows, every animal is mine to do as I please, and soon these boys will crush the Greyjoy's, don't you guys have kraken as your sigil? Quite poetic," He laughed.
We were doomed, there is no way we can win in the sea against him, he was vastly superior, one Kraken alone was a problem, but a dozen, this was our end.
"I won't kill you, I want you and your brother to remember forever that you lost everything because you refused to change, unfortunately for your people, change is unstoppable," he smiled patting on the head.
This is what he meant, he would take everything from us, using the Iron way.
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[Tyrion Lannister POV]
My welcome on Bear Island was less than warm, people were tense, the lord wasn't here.
"May I speak with someone in charge please, I have better things to do than to wait in line to enter," I complained, they kept me on a line to enter the court, I was the son of a lord.
"Wait or leave dwarf," A guard grumbled.
"Tyrion Lannister, my apologies," A old and scary woman said, the she bear, "We didn't expect your visit,"
"Yes, that usually happens," I smiled as she let me enter.
Inside she served a cup of wine and went straight to the point.
"What do you want?" Maege asked with her gaze on me.
"Many things, but today I'm here to talk to the lord, but he seems to be missing," I sighed, just my luck, father wants me to do something and I get obstacles.
"He is on his way to the Iron islands, to kill the ironborn," Maege said with a gruff.
The kid wanted a victory, too bad he was going to die, his army is small compared to them, it seems father will have to marry Myrcella to another.
"Let's hope for the best," I smiled, I may not know the child but he was still a child, and I didn't want him to die, no matter how impossible it was for him to win.
"Aye," Maege said, clearly annoyed by my presence, Lannister's don't do well in the north after all.
Chapter 15
Author Note: I will have a where I will have up to 20 chapters ahead, once I have enough chapters ready I will post the link for you guys if anyone is interested!
Here I will post 7-10 chapters a week and in the I will have always between 15-20 chapters ahead .
As right now I have 5 ( and that's with one arm!)
By tomorrow I should have more, I will post the once I have at least 10 chapters ahead of the Webnovel update.
Love y'all.
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Asha Greyjoy would die; while it was true, I told her she would survive, all I wanted was to give her a taste of her own medicine, like her people I would take all from her.
"My lord! we are getting close to the Iron Islands," one man entered my chambers inside the ship.
"Good," Soon everything would be over, they are to blame, forcing me to play the game, I never wanted to play the game, but if I have to play it, I will play it like a pro.
Asha was practically mute after I showed her one of my abilities, and I can hardly blame her, this was what I intended to show her the meaning of true fear before taking everything.
"One would think you would be more happy, after all, I am taking what is your with the iron price, isn't that what your culture teaches?" I laughed, but even that didn't bring a reaction from her, she just stared at the floor.
It seems all her snark and potty mouth died with her spirit.
I stood outside my chamber, and I could already see the ships of the Ironborn, the massive navy, but unfortunately for them, I had ordered my army of Krakens to stop anyone from leaving.
Making the strongest navy force in Westeros nothing but a fancy decoration.
But they still had a big army, over twenty thousand men, that was if they had the time to call all their banners, and they didn't, the Greyjoy's would fight me mostly alone, and then I would force the other houses in the Iron Islands to submission or oblivion.
Or maybe I would kill them all, who knows, all I knew for sure was that the Iron Islands would be mine, whether they liked it or not.
"My lord! we are to arrive at the coast in two hours," A soldier said, approaching me.
In two hours, and my men, my battle bears and krakens would unleash their wrath upon the bastards ruling the iron islands
"Thanks, go back to your post, and tell the men to be ready," I nodded, soon very soon, I would have a seat in the game, I didn't even want to play.
I didn't want the Throne, I didn't want to play this stupid game, but I was forcefully invited, and I am afraid that unlike the honorable Ned Stark, I was a ruthless player.
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[Sansa Stark POV]
He left me again, to fight once again, why did he have to leave me, I am to be his wife, shouldn't he be with me.
I'm afraid he would die, Mother was right men are stupid when angry.
"Please keep him safe…" I prayed to the gods to help him.
Why was I so… worried, was this love?
He was undoubtedly charming and caring, playful and funny, he wasn't the prince I had always imagined, but he was everything a woman would dream of.
I wanted to him to be by my side; perhaps this was love; all I know is that I wanted him here, be it love or not.
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[Ned Stark POV]
I couldn't stop him; he had already sailed to the iron islands.
"We need to go to bear island," I informed my men.
"Ned, love, we have to bring Sansa with us, she is no longer safe there," Cat my wife said with a worried tone.
"She is to be his wife Cat," I refused to think the young lord would die, but that's what we were expecting.
"She can't marry a dead man," Cat was scared they would kidnap Sansa, and hurt her.
"Aye, she can't," I nodded in agreement, the young lord might have had the reason for his attack, but he didn't think things through.
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[Tywin Lannister POV]
I had been informed by Tyrion that Lord Mormont started a war against the Iron Island, my foolish son thought the Lord had signed his death sentence.
I knew better than to think he would die, a man capable of destroying any spy within his domain, and improving his economy at such a fast pace was no idiot.
He knew the risks, but he had a plan to overcome this situation, whatever that was.
Maybe I was overestimating his skill, but I usually don't, this kid was more than the eye could see.
"It seems we might have a new high Lord in the Iron Islands,"
Soon the game would change, this kid was a dangerous player that I had to take for the benefit of house Lannister, or find a way to kill him.
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[Back to Ronard]
My ships were about to arrive; the Ironborn were already waiting for us at the coast.
I smiled, fools.
I knew they would do that, so I ordered my Krakens to basically produce waves, powerful waves to knock the men down, killing many of them.
My krakens would break their lines, and I would break what was left.
They would continue the assault of waves, drowning, and killing the men by knocking them against the rocks and walls.
"Well, time to relax," I said with a cup of wine as my Krakens did all the dirty work.
"What is with these waves?" A man asked in disbelief.
"Mmm, I can't tell," I chuckled.
Ignorance was a blessing sometimes, a blessing that I wanted to keep my men under, chaos would break if they found out I controlled the animal kingdom.
I would probably be hunted for witchcraft.
Chapter 16
Author note: is coming up, I will post the link when I have at least 10-15 chapters ahead.
Anyway enjoy!
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The krakens started doing their job marvelously, breaking their ranks with massive waves of water killing some of them by crushing them against rocks or other surfaces.
If this continued, by the moment I reached the coast, their formation would been broken, completely shattered, and I would be there to cut through their ranks with ease.
Bit by bit were getting closer and closer, after a couple of minute we finally were on range to leave the ship so I rallied my men, as I led the attack shouting the name of my island, the name of my house, wielding longclaw in my righthand, and a shield in the left, as I dashed into the broken enemy lines, with my army following close behind, Bears, crows, humans, and Krakens all together in one mission, to kill and destroy the ironborn.
Archers normally would be a problem, but I had the most loyal soldiers on the case.
My ravens.
I had previously ordered my ravens to attack and eliminate as many archers as they could, and obediently that they did, my one thousand ravens were killing the archers one by one, one raven might be easy to fend off, but one thousand can kill a man, many men with relative ease.
With my men taking over the coast, I dashed to the enemy lines, cutting and hacking at them, left and right as the the bodies fell into the ground, dead, leaving behind me a trail of destruction.
My Krakens had stopped their wave assault on the coast or at least on the part of the were my army was fighting, but they still had another mission, they were in charge of keeping anyone from escaping the Island, their job was to ensure no one would leave until I said so.
They were trapped in this wretched island until my blade ended their lives bathing in their blood.
The ironborn were slowly but surely retreating, which brought a smile on face as I continued cutting through them like pigs in a slaughterhouse, using my shield as a blunt weapon to bash their heads against any hard surface, unlike Captain America I couldn't throw the shield and expect it to bounce back, that shit only works with vibranium, but I could still use a simple steel shield as a weapon.
"Bastard!" An ironborn growled behind me, trying to pierce me with a spear.
In a swift and precise motion, I broke the sharp end of his weapon and with my shield I hit said sharp end that was still spinning in the air against his throat effectively killing him with his own weapon.
Each swing of my sword meant that another dead man was piling behind me, there was nothing else in the world for me right now but the battlefield, my shield and sword.
I had lost count of how many men I had killed so far, but it must have been a lot considering the ironborn were starting to run away from me, in fear.
But I didn't understand why, why would they fear me, there was no point in being afraid of the inevitable.
Not that it helped their cause, I was faster, and I would kill them whether they wanted to fight or not, I didn't care, those serving the Greyjoy's would die, and serve as an example to not mess with the bears!
My battle bears were beside me backing me up, destroying the ironborn advancing as if there was no opposition, with each of them taking at least ten soldiers at the same time, and my men being aided by them we were winning by a huge margin.
I smiled as I continued with my slaughter, killing everything in my way, regardless of its gender, all it mattered was, they served the wrong house.
Was this cruel? Perhaps.
But I wouldn't stop until the old kraken was at my feet, and my sword at his neck.
—
It took roughly six hours to complete control over the coast, we killed around two thousand men, but this victory was not without loss. I had lost around four hundred capable in this fight and twenty battle bears in this fight, but in comparison our losses were minimal.
The Greyjoy's had around five thousand soldiers, without their banners and had lost a big chunk of their army, and the best part was, they couldn't ask for help, any raven that had a message would come to me, their new master.
My ravens would ensure the message was delivered to me with the raven joining my ranks, or dying should they refuse.
"One hundred men came to surrender my lord," This was odd, well not really, the ironborn were cowards that once they started to feel the tide was against them they would surrender.
I stood outside my tent, to find the men kneeling in the ground.
I couldn't kill those who had surrendered, but I could force them to take the black, or free them into the sea.
"What do you want?" I inquired in a cold and rough tone, denoting I would have no mercy.
"We surrender…" the leader of the group said, somewhat shaking.
Killing them was easy, but it would set a bad precedent of me in the north.
"You'll take the black, or my blade, pick your poison," I had to offer them the black, it was customary for these situations.
And like I expected they all decided to take the black.
"Chain them to the ground and kill them should they try anything funny," I would keep them close to the sea where I could drown them if they decided to free themselves and try to kill me.
With this ordeal over I walked back into my tent to plan my strategy, so far I had ordered my ravens to kill any scout, archers or men they could find outside the castle.
One thousand ravens, one was a bother, but one thousand fighting together was quite effective.
Dying by a thousand pecks what's truly a gruesome and painful death, but it was effective nonetheless while they weren't exactly accurate for assasination missions, they were súper useful for these types of scenarios, they were basically piranhas in the sky.
With them clearing the area alongside my bears I had quite the special task force.
As for now they were the only ones outside killing, anything and anyone they saw with a weapon.
*Status update! We have killed one hundred and eighty two men and we have lost ten brothers!* A raven flew into my tent, his peak and winds covered in traces of blood.
"Good, continue with the mission, we will avenge your brothers, do not worry," I smiled petting the little killing machine, who ruffled his feather in happiness.
—
[Balon Greyjoy POV]
The brat had come to us, and was winning, he was but a lad that still reek of his mother's milk how could we be losing.
My men were getting slaughtered , none of my banners were answering my call for help, at this rate in a couple of days the little bear would make us pay the iron price.
The ultimate iron price.
"Send more ravens!" I growled, after this I would teach my banners what happens when you don't obey your king! "Send all the ravens, all one hundred of them, I want my banners here! And I want that bastard's head on my solar now!"
"As you wish!" One of my men nodded as he ran to do as I asked, sending all my ravens to all my allies, perhaps this way they would answer my call!
Chapter 17
Balon had given me one hundred loyal ravens to serve me, poor man, if only he knew that every time he tries to send a message, a cry for help, he is only making me stronger.
During the first few days in the iron islands, I stabilized a camp in the coast, making sure to
kill all opposition, with one Kraken nearby to defend it should any trying to sail away.
So after quite a significant amount of planning it was time to move forward, it was time to claim the salt throne for me, and I would take immense satisfaction in doing so.
It would be the ultimate poetic justice for what his people had done, they took everything from others, and now I would take everything from them.
My raven squad were still on their rampage killing man by man, they really have earned their corn by this point, the screams of pain filling and thundering inside the island, bringing terror and despair to my enemies and allies alike, mostly because my allies didn't know those screams were a product of my own making.
It was time to take what was mine.
In the end I had resolved to not kill all the ironborn in the iron islands, just the Greyjoy's the ruling house and those who follow them but I would allow the other houses to kneel and pledge their life to me, or die.
I knew this blind loyalty I wanted from them was not easy to obtain, so I had a plan to make them follow me.
When faced against crazy psychopaths that kill steal and rapé for a living, that also happen to be incredibly religious, there is only one option, make them believe you are the chosen one by their god.
And with my Krakens I would make them believe their God chose me.
If I played my cards correctly and they were as stupid as I thought I would get around fifteen thousand soldiers, loyal ones.
There was always the case they didn't fall in line or didn't stay loyal, in that case killing them would be easy, in the sea I was a force to be reckoned with, my krakens made me the best in this battle environment, so if they ever betrayed me, I would drown their men and families under my thumb.
"The castle is right ahead, my lord,"
"I see, start your formation," I ordered them.
My bears divided between my three squadrons, attacking from all directions making a triangle, while thinning my army, would usually be bad, with this I would
"Let's show these krakens why you don't mess with the bears!" I shouted, rallying my men up.
"AYE!" My men shouted in agreement; morale was high thanks to how much we were crushing them.
—-
[Ned Stark POV]
I arrived at Bear island with Cat and some of my men, we wanted to take Sansa with us, in case the worse came to happen but we found a problem.
"I apologize, father but I won't leave," Sansa didn't want to leave, she wanted to stay.
"Sansa, we are doing this for your own good!" Cat countered angrily, "you are not married yet, this is not up for discussion,"
"I know he will come back…" Sansa said, trailing off, was my little she-wolf in love?
"The last Raven we got from him said they took control over the coast," Maege offered, in disbelief, like her I couldn't understand how he was winning.
"He is winning?" Cat inquired, as if she was just lied to.
"It seems," Maege nodded.
"Sansa, if something were to happen to him, he would want for you to be safe," I said, I honestly believed he would, he started this war with the Greyjoy's for her.
"Sansa, this is not up for discussion, you will come!" Cat added she was worried, worried about what would happen once the young bear died.
"Fine, can you keep me posted?" Sansa agreed glaring at Cat; I never saw her this challenging, as she asked the she-bear to keep her up to date.
We could've forced her to come with us, she was still my daughter, my responsibility, but I didn't want her to resent me should he die. I didn't expect she would fall for him so soon, while it makes me happy, this situation makes it hard, especially since Cat was to break the engagement whether he survives or not, she doesn't consider him a good match anymore.
—
[Back to Ronard POV - A week later]
Pyke was the stronghold and seat of House Greyjoy, which was happen to be located on an island of the same name, quite creative if you ask me.
It took quite a while to reach within their walls and enter the castle; after all, the castle is an ancient stronghold with outstanding defenses.
But anything can be broken with enough force.
So far, I had taken control of one of the towers that make the castle, but the coward delayed his imminent defeat by cutting my path to the other tower and for this, he would die slowly and painfully.
The towers were connected by swaying rope bridges, and the old bastard cut them, making it nearly impossible to cross.
So I had to improvise.
I put some of my men to make wood bridges with the wood we had collected in the first tower to cross the breach, while my Raven Swarm killed any men stepping out to shoot arrows at us.
*Message! Lady Stark wants to break the engagement, Lord Stark does not,* One of my ravens in Winterfell came, so it seems they took Sansa.
Taking a deep breath I took a piece of paper and wrote.
~Lord and Lady Stark, I must apologize if I had by any means make your life and those around me go in danger, it has come to my attention that Sansa is no longer in bear island, while I understand why you took her, I must ask you to not break my betrothal with her, I know what I did may seem a bit reckless, but it was a long time coming, and I will come back victorious, so rest assured I will win, and I will honor my word to protect and care Sansa and be a good husband like I know you will honor yours by uniting our families.~
~Lord Mormont~
Well, with that and appealing to his idiotic honor side, he would keep his word and would put a stop to his wife, seriously that woman is despicable.
"Sir, we have one of the bridges ready," One of my men entered the room.
"Be sure to check it; it needs to be able to withstand many bears and men; if I fall, I will climb back just to kill you," I joked, but the poor guy took it to heart and ran away to test the bridge.
"Oh yeah, as a lord everything I said is in a literal sense," I chuckled
If my calculations were corrected, the old Kraken had around five hundred men inside the other tower.
I still had above sixty percent of my army, including my bears and ravens.
"The bridge is solid, the bears are walking back and forth," The same man said again.
"Very well, I will go first," I nodded as I approached where the bridge should be, the breach between towers was large, and the fall was big.
"I still haven't put the bridge, my lord," The man said.
"I don't need it, but be sure to put it," I smiled as I took off running at full speed, using all my super soldier juice to jump to the other side, landing on one knee on the other side.
"Holy…" the man said in awe.
"Stop staring at me and put on the damn bridge!" I commanded as I entered the other tower.
"Aye!" The man nodded.
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—The men inside the other tower were scattered, but it didn't matter much, I was on an assassination mission, the old Kraken would be mine, and I would end this, once and for all.
"Someone go—-" They never learn, shouting before getting their weapon out is a bad idea.
I continued running through the castle, killing men and avoiding large groups that could have a chance to overwhelm me as I advanced to Balon's chambers.
In front of the door leading to the hallway that led to the man I wanted to kill, there were two a couple of guards, defending the old rat.
There was no avoiding this, so I stood out of the shadows and whistled at them, getting their attention.
"So you guys wanna die now, or when my army crosses to this tower?" I asked, expecting my men to be getting over here any time soon.
My question wasn't as humorous to them as it was for me, and soon enough, I had every single one of them attacking me.
I cut the first man's throat with a longclaw while I brutally bashed another man's head against the wall, splattering his brain matter all over the wall, I jumped doing a flip in the air dodging a spear going for heart and decapitated the guy.
Killing the three guards, defending the door.
"You know, I think this world has seriously messed me up," I chuckled, killing was just a part of my life these days, I was so numb to this shit.
I opened the door leading to the hallway that would guide me to the old bastard in the castle; on the other side, I immediately noticed there were around a dozen soldiers patrolling a single entrance.
If my raven were correct, the old bastard was there, so with nothing else to do, I charged out into them.
Killing the fist ironborn in my way before he could even react, stabbing him in the heart with Longclaw.
He yelled out in pain, coughing blood as he fell to the floor dead.
"Bastard!" An angry ironborn tries to attack me.
But I dodged the attack taking a single step to the side, and with one quick swing of my blade, I severed his head effortlessly from his body, splattering his blood on the castle walls.
The next three soldiers rushed to attack me, but I duck under the first attack, dodging it and pushed my sword through his neck, killing him.
I blocked the next attack with my shield and using the momentum I bashed the next man head to the wall with enough force to pop it like a water balloon, with him done for I turner to kill the last of the guy in front of me, but a crossbow bolt flies into the back of my leg stopping me, making me flinch in mild pain.
I grunt in pain as I turn around to see the future dead guy with a crossbow reloading his weapon.
Taking this chance, the ironborn close to me tried to attack me with his spear, but even with a crossbow bolt on my leg, I outmaneuver him, disarming him and killing him with his own weapon.
The guy with the crossbow started to panic, trying to load his weapon as fast as he could while I pulled the spear out of his comrade's dead body and threw the spear at him.
"Wait! I—-" He was probably trying to surrender as if I was going to let him leave, but regardless of that, the spear impaled his chest before he could even finish his last words soon after he dropped his crossbow and died.
"Motherfucker, that hurt," I grunted as I took the bolt out, "That's gonna be an inconvenience for about two hours."
I immediately turned my attention to the shaking remaining soldiers, who were too afraid to approach.
I dashed towards the remaining ironborn protecting the old Kraken and cut one of them in the throat. He falls to the floor dead, not wanting to waste any more time. I push up, killing two more before they can even react.
Not wanting to lose any more time, I spun around using the momentum to swing my blade and cut through all of them, decapitating five soldiers in one motion.
I pull my sword out the last man neck, as the last iron tries to kill me, but I cut his arm and shoved my sword through his mouth, piercing his skull in the process.
"Well, the wound didn't make me any less efficient," I said stretching my leg, "But I need to be more careful, one of these days the bolt will go a little bit higher,"
Finally, after all this shit, there I was in front of the door where the salt throne was patiently waiting for me, with a sigh, I kicked the door wide open, as I entered.
"Hello,"
—-
I entered the throne room, trying to make an epic yet threatening entrance, but I was greeted by Balon shooting his crossbow at me.
I simply dodged the bolts as I approached him, "Do you really think that's going to work, if so this is sad,"
"Fucking brat!" Balon shouted, grabbing his sword, and running towards me, or trying to; he was struggling to move fast.
I bashed my shield against his arm, breaking it and making him drop his blade, "You lost," I sighed, "My men should be entering the tower right now, killing your remaining forces, I won,"
"Fuck—-" Balon tried to insult me, but I slapped him so hard he lost haft of his teeth.
"I guess this is where Asha gets her potty mouth," I chuckled as I pulled out longclaw, "Normally, I would love to talk more… but I have better things than to waste my time with a piece of shit, so goodbye," I said as I stabbed him in the kidney area, to ensure his last moments to be as painful as possible.
"Ahhrggh!" Balon shouted in agony, as I left him there, walking to his throne, sitting, waiting for my men to arrive.
—
It took my men roughly five hours to arrive at the salt throne, whereby that moment, Balon had already died.
"We have killed every soldier in the castle, my lord," One of my men said.
"Good, stabilize the bridges connecting the towers and bring Asha," I ordered them.
*We have eliminated all the scouts and archers! What else do you need oh great cornbringer?* A raven flew into my lap, eying curiously.
"One last mission, I want every you guys to deliver some messages, to every house in the iron islands, it's time to take control of this shitty place," I smiled petting the raven.
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After taking complete control of Pyke and it's citizens, avoiding as much havoc and chaos as possible, I decided to send one raven to each house in the iron Islands, with a single message.
~Come to Pyke, and kneel to your new lord, for I have been chosen by the drowned god himself to change the old ways, come and see how I can't be drowned and confirm by claims~
I also sent a Raven to my house and Lord Stark, informing them about my victory.
~Dear Aunt, I sent this message to inform you, I have won, I have taken control over Pyke and as you read this, I'm taking control of the Iron Islands as a whole, there will be no more raiding, no more iron price, for now the bears rule over the krakens, with love.
Lord Mormont~
~Lord and Lady Stark, I happily inform you that the iron islands are mine, I have taken control over Pyke, and as you read the lords of the iron islands are coming to pledge their loyalty and banners to me, once this all over I will go to Winterfell and pick up Sansa.
I will ensure they is no more raiding or anything of the sort, I will eliminate the old ways the ironborn believe in, May our families be united through blood, love and honor
Lord Mormont~
I knew I was playing dirty by using his honor to keep our betrothal, but considering they are the only house I mildly trust and I didn't want Sansa to go over all the shit she went in the series, I had to do it.
Now it was time to wait, I was sure the lords in the iron islands would come with their army to take me down, but that was part of the plan, I would prove to them that their so-called god chose me, how? By having a Kraken raise me above the sea, this would make them kneel in admiration or shit their pants one of the two.
"You won, just let me leave and I won't bother you ever again," Asha said weakly.
"I did say I was going to let you live, but only long enough for you to understand how fucked you are," I smiled as I cut her chains, take a boat and leave. This was my last act, I would take everything from her, the last thing a human loses hope.
I led her to the coast where she took a boat and sailed, for a moment she thought she had escaped, for a moment she felt relieved, for a moment she felt hope, that was until a Kraken pulled her deep into the sea, eating her.
"I have stolen everything from you, your house, your dignity, your hope," I chuckled as I walked back to the castle.
—
[1 MONTH LATER]
It took one month for all the Iron lords to come, their ships and armies approaching, threatening to end my life,everything was going as planned, I would use their fate to my advantage.
I was in the sea, on a ship alone waiting to meet them alone, with my Krakens close by.
Just when the were close enough, just when I was sure they all could see me, I jumped into the water as the kraken destroyed my ship, in a dramatic setting, the iron born started to panic.
I smiled as I waited underwater, and just when I was sure they felt how fucked they were I ordered the Kraken to rise me above the water and their ships gently, as I stood on one of his tentacles.
It was time for the religious scam of the century, "I am the chosen one, the drowned god chose me to lead the ironborn, who here doubts of this?!" I shouted as the ironborn stared at me in disbelief.
Eventually they started chanting in approval, as they knelt before me, I had succeeded in my mission, the iron islands were mine, I had lost a lot men; but I had won fifteen thousand soldiers and the greatest navy in Westeros.
With a smile of satisfaction on my face I ordered the Kraken to gently put me on one of my newly acquired ships.
"Lets go to Pyke," I ordered and the ironborn obeyed, their anger had turned into fear and fear into admiration, and soon that would turn into loyalty.
—
[1 MONTH LATER]
The coronation to the salt throne was not what I saw on tv or the books, apparently they skipped various considering the so called drowning god himself chose me.
It took a while to convince them their old ways were done for, I was close many times just to kill them be over with this.
But I decided to be more rational, after a while, I made them understand that with my guidance we could be rich without stealing, without raiding.
The new rules of the iron island were clear, they were basically the antithesis of their old ways.
"Let me make one thing clear, my lords, if any of you break my rules, I will kill your family, friends and anyone serving under you, don't think you can hide things from me, I will know, and I will make you pay, is that clear?" I asked every lord in the room with a cold tone.
"Aye!" The lords nodded, some in fear, other in admiration because to some I was some kind of deity now, but mostly fear.
"Good, now leave, I will send Ravens with my orders to stabilize the economy here, for the moment we will focus on fishing, the drowned god has blessed our seas, so go," I said knowing full well my krakens would keep an eye of them and help the fish, but if they step out of line they would die, I left a pair of krakens per island to ensure I had a way to kill them should they rebel.
—
[Tywin Lannister POV]
Like I expected, the young lord won, and was now or on his way to become the new high lord of the iron islands.
Tyrion would only ruin this, I needed to make him our ally, myself.
"Set a carriage, I am to leave to the north in a fortnight," I ordered a servant.
—
[Cersei POV]
The young lord of house Mormont had won the salt throne, to protect his future wife, man are pathetic, anything with tits will drive them to war.
"He will by now be a high lord," Jaime smiled, pouring me a cup of wine.
"Of thieves, and rapérs, What an accomplishment," I smiled kissing my brother, as he stripped me.
—
[Theon Greyjoy]
I had lost it all, my family, my birthright, everything, I lost everything to that bastard, he took what was mine, he sat in my throne, he will pay for this.
I will kill him!
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In the end I had to stay another month in the iron islands before leaving to Winterfell, I had to ensure all the iron islands started fishing, and collecting pears, as I commissioned alcohol factories to the islands.
After everything was ready, with the factories being designed and the ironborn fishing I took off with some of my men to Winterfell, I left the majority of my men behind to ensure they fixed some stuff in the castle.
As I sailed, I couldn't help but wonder if I should take Pyke as my main seat, or keep it on Bear island.
"We'll be in Winterfell in a fortnight my lord," One of the ironborn said, as we took off.
"Perfect," I nodded as I went to my cabin to sleep, something I haven't done properly in a while.
—
[Catelyn Stark POV]
Ned refused to break the betrothal, why couldn't he see what I saw?
Ronard Mormont was reckless, and didn't think things through, he might have won the war against the iron islands, but what if he starts another war brings our end?!
"Ned, I beg you, please… consider this.." I pleaded.
"Cat, I know what you feel, but I gave my word, he did what he did to protect Sansa…and I think Sansa loves him, I can't break her heart," Ned said, standing his ground.
"Theon is the rightful heir of the iron islands, he won't standby and let him take it," I said as I took my leave.
"He can't take anything, without men," Ned muttered as he sighed.
—
[Sansa Stark POV]
Ronard had won, it's been months since I last saw him, and I can't help but feel happy he won, that he is safe, that he is coming back to me.
Maybe I am in love? I don't know. But the thought of him dying was painful, I prayed to the gods he would survive, I prayed for his victory.
I miss our dates, the way he laughs, how carefree he is, how charming his smile is.
I miss kissing him, I simply miss him
—
[2 WEEKS LATER - Ronard Mormont POV]
I was finally seeing the Gates of Winterfell from afar, two weeks of sea and months of fight and war were really taxing, but I had won, and that's all it mattered.
I was now the high lord of the iron islands and the bear island, that was loyal to house Stark.
Though I knew many lords in the north would fear this new political power I had acquired, and would want to marry me to the north, to ensure my loyalty.
If Lord Stark broke my betrothal it would be a political suicide, I was the biggest taxable income in the north, and now I was a military threat.
But even if he didn't care about that, his honor would bound him to keep my betrothal, because I had kept my word, I had made Sansa as happy as I could and I had protected her.
"We are here my lord," one of my newly acquired men said snapping me out of my reverie.
—-
Inside I was greeted by Lord Stark and his children once again, Sansa this time was smiling at me, as if eager to run out of her family formation and hug me.
That was new.
"Lord Stark," I greeted, but unlike last time I was here I didn't bow to him.
"Lord Mormont," Lord Stark offered me a handshake.
"My lady," I approached Sansa kissing her hand.
"My lord, I prayed to the gods you would come back to me," Sansa said with a sweet smile, raising an army of red flags.
Perhaps it was a bad idea to make everyone believe I started the war for her, I didn't expect her to…. fall for me this fast.
"Then your prayers have been answered," I smiled back, putting a mental note to deal with this later.
"Lady Stark," I greeted, and if eyes could kill, she would have my head on a spear.
"Lord Mormont," Catelyn Stark practically hissed.
I eyed her carefully for a minute, wondering what the hell was her problem, but I stopped my quest for an answer when I realized I don't care.
"Robb, good to see you," I smiled, noticing he had conflicting feelings about me, for one he was happy, and at the same time mad I took what was supposed to belong to his friend Theon.
"I'm glad you came back," Robb said with a serious look.
"May we speak in private Lord Mormont?" Lord Stark requested.
"As you wish," I nodded following him to his solar.
—
Inside of his solar Lord Stark sighed as he served two cups of rum and sighed.
"Do you have any idea how many problems you caused?" Ned Stark rubbing his temples.
"I do, but I assure you, the list of problems I took care of is infinitely bigger than the one I generated," I nodded.
"My wife wants to break the betrothal," Ned Stark admitted.
"I got that vibe when she stabbed me with her eyes, quite a dangerous glare she has," I chuckled.
To my surprise this made Ned Stark laugh, "Aye, she can do that,"
"I did what had to be done, they were a disease spreading and destroying everything in their way," I said with a cold tone, "I had taken control over the disease, and I will cure it, no more old way,"
Ned Stark eyed me curiously before he sighed, "Perhaps it was for the best,"
"It was," I nodded, without the ironborn doing what they used to do, I would ensure a safer north as a whole, and I would also erase a threat in the map.
—
[Theon Greyjoy POV]
The man that destroyed my life was here, the man that took everything from me was here, this was my chance, he would die!
He would pay the iron price, I would make sure of it.
I would avenge my father and sister, and all my fallen brothers!
I would claim his head, and the salt throne as it was my right!
"Theon, think this through…" Robb said with a worried look.
"He will die by my sword, Robb, one way or another, but he will die today!" I growled as I put on my armor, and got ready to challenge the bastard to a duel.
Unbeknownst to them a Raven was carefully listening to their conversation and flew to warn his master, *Caw caw cawught you bitches!*