Asha's POV

She was sailing in her longship looking out over the ocean as they sailed into Blazewater Bay heading up the Saltspear to attack Torrhen Square. Her father had given her an additional fifteen longships to lay siege to the castle, while she led a token force to raid Winterfell to exact vengeance.

"Captain, we have spotted lookouts along the coast they may know we are coming," announced her second-in-command.

She turned around to face him, "Have two of our ships hug either side of the coastline and speed ahead. Have our best archers kill as many as you can, but it doesn't matter, they will think we are just raiding and that the castle's garrison can handle it but they won't expect us to lay siege or raid Winterfell since it is so far inland. They are fools who underestimate the name Ironborn," she cackled gloriously, then turned to face her crew, 50 of the best killers and fighters on the Iron Islands. She would lead them plus another 30 men from other ships to Winterfell. They would disembark just before the bay where Torrehen's Square stood and from there they would sneak swiftly and unseen up through the mountains and the Wolfwoods and in the middle of the night while most of the garrison was either asleep or marching to Torrhen's Square. Then they would exact their retribution.

"They attacked our islands and killed my brothers, your princes. Everything they did to them, they also did to you. As long as they can kill our princes with impunity, the word Ironborn means nothing," she thundered powerfully.

It had been two days since they left the ships. The garrison would be far away by now, her out most scouts had seen at least 500 men leave south west towards Torrhen's Square, six hours ago.

Now was the time her men silently ran raced forward towards the western wall of Winterfell where the west gate stood. They saw a few torches on the outer most wall, but no one noticed as it was pitch black you could barely see two metres in front of you, let alone 200 metres away.

Her men, who were first to arrive, hurled grappling hooks up and started to climb lead by her. She would never let a man try and protect her. A few of the guards were slaughtered instantly by bows and arrows or throwing knives when she and her men reached the top. They crept over to the gate securing it and raising it slightly, when her men were through, they launched into their assault.

The warning bells started ringing only about ten minutes after they or the Ironborn stormed the castle. Her men had caused chaos by throwing burning torches on the kennels and the kitchens, confusing the hell out of the defenders as they awoke, trying to grasp the situation. This had caused a big enough distraction for her to lead a third of her men slashing and hacking their way into the Great Keep where they stormed the quarters, but no one was there.

Then she heard a Northmen shout to others to defend the Sept at all costs. More guards were waking up and they had to finish this quickly or have no escape. An older man led a company of five men towards her, he was stout man, broad, with large white whiskers.

They fought ferociously, but her aim was to get past as quickly as possible and as her axed clashed against the man's steel she swung her wooden shield hard, striking him on the back of the head, knocking him out.

She rushed forward along with some of her battle scarred men, smashing through the Sept's wooden door to find a cowering boy being sheltered by what looked like his older brother who couldn't stand. With the boys were another boy and a girl slightly older than the boys. They were holding spears, ready to defend themselves, when suddenly two wolves launched out from behind them tearing her men to shreds. Asha heard screaming behind her as she smacked the boy and girl aside and was about to make a grab for the younger Stark, when a woman launched herself from the shadows with a kitchen knife, screaming at her, cutting Asha's face but Ashabeing stronger grabbed her by the neck and through her on the floor slashing at her shoulder with her axe which hit bone.

Behind her she could hear more men running to the Sept and more of her men being torn apart by the wolves. She saw a lone head flying past her; obviously tossed by the wolves.

She grabbed the small boy, handing him to one of her remaining men and they rushed out heading for the west gate where more of her men were waiting.

Fire was spreading itself through the castle with men spread thin and unsure whether to fight the fire or them. It provided them the cover they needed to retreat with the Stark boy.

They had retreated to Wolfswood and managed to lose any pursuers. She looked around and found she had about half her remaining forces, some of them had raided Winters town, pillaging gold and taking a few women for Salt Wives. So long as they didn't slow them down it didn't matter if they brought them and they would keep the men happy.

Then she noticed some more men running through the woods but not from Winterfell. They were Ironborn; she recognised Dagmar Cleftjaw.

"Captain Greyjoy, they defeated our forces easily, our raiders were no match for their organised forces. We tried to retreat, but our boats were already being burned, somehow they had flanked us."

Shit, now they had no way to get away from these wastelands.

"To Deep Wood Motte," she yelled, hopefully their forces had captured it she thought.

Authors's note, Thank you to my new beta for reading this for me, I hope it makes it easier to read, I hope everyone is enjoying it still, please review