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"It grieves me, you've less honour than a back-alley whore!"—Season 2 Episode 6(The Old God's And The New)

Rodrik Cassel

I have served the Stark Dynasty for as long as I remember. However, I have failed in my oath. instead of protecting and fighting for them. I lived longer than most of the generation I sworned to serve. Brandon Stark and Rickard Stark dead by the hands of the Mad King. Lord Eddard Stark, beheaded by the king. Lyanna Stark, kidnapped, raped and killed by the Mad King's crown prince. Finally Benjen Stark, missing from the North of the Wall. I tried to raise the new generation but what a fool I was. The very boy i raised and trained now ordered my execution. He had truly forgotten everything he had learnt and in anger I shouted out "He who passed the sentence must swing the sword! Coward!" He then(in anger) held the sword meant to slay me and asked for my final words. With disappointment in my voice, I said "God's help you Theon Greyjoy, now you are truly lost." Then the blade fell...weakly. The pain was harsh and my life was fading but I accepted my fate...

The darkness faded, the pain faded and my eyes opened to a bright white light.

3rd person

Jory Cassel felt weird around his lord ever since their meeting with Renly Baratheon. The former lord of Winterfell now had a worried and confused look in his eyes. It raised suspicion, even more was the fact that he went still after their meeting as well. Jory had asked Ned about the rising suspicion however the man had avoided the topic completely by talking about his family and how he hopes they would never arrive in this place. It was perfectly normal to speak of that, to worry but to only speak of it when The Cassel was about to question the man only raised more suspicion then decrease them. However the curiosity ended when Lord Eddard looked at the opening doors and saw someone that had widened his eyes. Curious, Jory turned and saw him...

Jory Cassel PoV

I was intrigued by the direction that Ned was looking so intently and so looked behind me. There I saw my uncle, Rodrik Cassel. I assessed everyway the old mentor could have passed. This ranged from old age(which was unlikely as he wasn't unhealthy of a weak man despite his age), to being killed in battle. Slowly I gestured my uncle to come to openers we were stood and with a look of familiarity, he walked towards us. His face turned serious when he caught Lord Stark's eyes. He bent the knee and with a sigh spoke with a grievous voice, saying "My lord, Winterfell has been taken over, by the army of Balon Greyjoy, this army was led by...Theon Greyjoy." This news was shocking. I then remembered what I said to the Kingslayer when we had met in Kingslanding

"... a shark on a mountain"

"Theon? He's a good lad."

"I doubt it" That phrase now echoed in my soul as I had never thought that the boy I no we as a whole had nurtured, trained and matured would betray us like this...It deafened me to the conversation between My uncle and the lord...

3rd person

Surprise evident in his voice Eddard said "Theon, why would he attack us?" Rodrik then explained how Balon had decided to attack and discipline Westerns but teaching everyone not to trifle with The Iron Islands. Rodrik then spoke about the way he perished starting with "Theon had ordered my -" -However Lord Stark intercepted by saying "You were beheaded by Theon Greyjoy weren't you?" Rodrik showed interest saying"As it that obvious my lord but yes Theon did behead. Before that though he had planned my execution by the hand sir another. To that I retorted with the words you have thought your men. Nevertheless I have died yet how did you know my way of death unless it was that obvious."

Eddard, in full seriousness then said "I saw it, to clarify after our meeting with Renly, my vision blurred and I say your demise, though I didn't see who did it. To think Theon would, however this brings up another question, how are you so calm?"

To that Rodrik laughed a little and said "I have lived long enough to know that my day was coming milord, to be honest it is still a little disheartening but I have no complaints. Anyways i—" Rodrik was cut off as Jory's voice cried out screaming...

to be continued

AN: OOC, OOC everywhere! Anyways I appreciate those people who favourited and followed this story so thank you very much. If I disappointing you then I'm sorry there's only so much an 18 year old can do.