Author's note: Hello! Thank you for the reviews, favorites and follows. I know this chapter is a little rough, but I had to set up his mind set. I just want to state again this story will get dark, and very intense.

Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones, or anything that comes from it. I own Anna. Lyrics from "Nothing left" by Beth Crowley.

"Wish I could rewrite history

To a story where you stayed with me

Standing in the wreckage I can tell there's nothing left

and I don't believe you when you say you tried your best."

Chapter 3: Home Part 2.

Theon's p.o.v

He left without saying goodbye to her, he knew it would be no kindness to her. Anna was not fragile, but he knew he was a weakness to her. The Starks were all strong, as strong as the wolves in their sigil, but they all had a weakness. Love, honor, family. They were all blinded by something, and for Anna it was him, or at least he liked to think it was him. Theon had watched her for years before he made a move to show her how he felt, and he knew once he did she was his. She would have done anything for him, she lied to her whole family for him. She broke her honor, let him defile her, all because she loved him.

Theon pulled himself from the captain's daughter. She was an ugly girl, but she had a cunt which was more than enough for him. Theon had urges that were never truly satisfied, and without Anna he needed some kind of distraction. His travel to the Iron Islands would truly be mad if he did not find someone to put his cock into. The captain's daughter made for a good distraction, until he was finally home. He knew they would be waiting for him at the dock, excited for the return of their heir.

"I was told no matter how many women you Iron Islanders have it is never good enough." The girl was right,Iron Islanders had an insatiable lust.

"That is why we have salt wives, women we capture on raids to keep us satisfied when our rock wives can not."

He was dressing as he spoke, the young girl pleading to be his salt wife. He did not want a salt wife, not yet. He did not even have a true wife yet, but he had plans to make it Anna. She knew of the salt wives, and she made him promise if they married he would never take one. He had promised but he was lying, it was his duty to. He was a future Lord of the Iron Islands, and any woman he captured in a raid was his to have, no matter what his rock wife said.

Theon left the captains daughter a sore mess in her cabin as they docked, he was finally home. He would find his father, get the ships needed for Robb and go back to the camp. Once Robb saw his value he could not argue with his wish to marry Anna, Robb would see it. When he got off the ship Theon was disappointed to not see a single person their waiting for him. He was the damned son of the Lord of The Iron Islands.

He found an old man, and spoke to him of who he was. The man seemed to not even know what he was speaking of. Did the people of the Iron Islands forget the only living son of Balon Greyjoy? He was outraged by the idea. He paid the man a copper to get him a horse so he could return to Pyke. He would speak to his father of the nonsense.

"I can take you there." Theon turned to see a woman.

"I bet you can." He looked her up and down, satisfied but what he saw.

"Have you been at sea long, or are there just no women where you came from?"

He liked her fire, she was not unlike Anna. Anna had a fire to her, wolf-blooded and quick tempered it made for fun in bed.

"None like you."

"You don't know what I am like."

The banter continued as they walked, the woman flirted with him. He was getting hard as she spoke, his eyes lingering on her breasts for moments at a time. She would make a good lay, and in the morning he would be rid of her just like all the others. Anna was the only one who got to stay.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Of course I do, Lord Greyjoy."

He mounted the horse behind the woman, wrapping his arms around her waist. She was built like a true Ironborn woman, strong and rough. He was used to painted whores, and even Anna who had to act like a proper Lady at times. The women of the Iron Islands were just as brave as their men, and less formal then the regular women of the Seven Kingdoms.

"You should give me the reins, girl, I am better rider than you are. I've spent the last nine years on horse back."

Theon thought back to his rides through the Wolfswood with Anna, all the stolen kisses he took. He remembered the night he convinced her to sneak out with him, stealing her away to the Wolfswood to make love beneath the stars. It would be a night he would never forget.

"Nine years? Have you even been on a ship, have your hands ever touched a rope."

The woman took his hands in her's, inspecting them. He removed his hand from her grasp and instead placed it upon her breast. He slid his hand beneath her shirt, grasping her breast firmly in his hand.

"Do not worry of my hands, love, the sea is in my blood."

She spoke but he was more occupied with sliding his hand down her pants. He let his fingers run over her cunt, rubbing her as they rode on ahead. He kept a steady pace with the way she rode, enjoying the way she kept her moans in, and she made no annoying sounds.

"I am going to make my father a King, and me after him." The woman did not seem impressed. "If you are lucky I will let you stay in the castle tonight."

"Oh, really."

"It will be a story you can tell your Grandchildren."

He knew it was one he would never tell his own.

"I doubt it would be much of a story for children."

She was right, because Theon Greyjoy planned to fuck the woman until she could not walk. He was sure she too could show him things, but he knew he was better. He had fucked plenty of women, and one woman plenty of times. He knew he could show the Ironborn woman a good time, if she was just as willing as he was. He almost felt guilty for fucking one woman, and planning to fuck another while the woman he loved was headed home. He really needed to try to be faithful to her.

They rode up to the castle, Theon finally feeling as if he was home. He left Pyke when he was ten, and since then he had lived among the Stark family. They were kind to him, Lord Stark was like a father, but they were not his blood. They did not follow the ways of the Ironborn, he longed to be back with his own kind. When he entered the solar of his father, he found him sitting facing the fire.

"Father, I have returned."

His father spoke, and Theon suddenly felt unwelcome. He knew his father was a cold man, as cold and as rough as the Islands he ruled. He expected to be welcomed back with open arms, but instead he was greeted with nothing but distaste. As his father continued to speak Theon thought for a moment of running back to Robb, but he would not back down. His father would see things his way, and he would help him.

"Did you pay the iron price or the gold one?" His father was remarking on his clothes.

Theon had seen the way Anna had dressed, the way Robb had dressed and he thought he should dress the same. He was a Lord, but he knew when his father looked at him that was not what he wanted. His father was an Ironborn, as was he, they never paid for what they wanted they took it. His father ripped the cloak from him and turned his back on Theon. He was an angry man, speaking harsh words of the Starks. Theon could not blame him, they had killed his sons and taken his only heir.

Balon spoke of how the Starks had ruined his only son, turned him into one of them. It was not true, Theon was Ironborn he always had been. His blood was filled with iron and salt, he was the heir to the Islands and to Pyke. He would not allow his father to cut him down, and berate him for something that was out of his control.

"Robb sent me with terms for you because I made them. He sees me as a brother, he thinks of me as an equal." And I love his sister, is what he wanted to say but he didn't.

"You will not speak such words in my house, not my son. His father killed your brothers, and you wish to call him brother. Have you forgotten?" His father was in his face now, spewing venom with his words.

"I forget nothing, I know where I came from. I also remember a time when my father was a King."

His father took the terms from him and scoffed at them. Theon knew from the look upon his father's face that they were not something he would agree with. He was adamant of not fighting Robb Stark's battles for him and Theon felt his hope slipping. If his father did not agree to give the ships to Robb, he would never win Anna. She would marry a Lord and he would never get to call her his. He would not let his father deny him of that, of what he wanted.

"I would lead the ships myself, your only heir."

He heard a door open behind him as he spoke, and as he turned around he was faced with the woman who brought him their. He had told her to wait outside, he would have called for her when he wished to see the woman. She would only be good to warm his bed. As she walked past him she did not even acknowledge him, until she was placed under his father's arm. It was than that Theon realized who she was, and bile rose in his throat.

"Yara?" He was disgusted.

"It is so good to see you brother."

He had touched his sister in a sexual manner, and she had let him. Theon felt disgusted with himself, if he had known he would have not done such a thing. He was Ironborn but he was not sick. What made matters worse was his father intended her to lead the ships. She was a woman, she ahd no place leading an attack of any kind. He believed women had no place on the battlefield, not even his warrior Princess Anna had a place on field. He remembered their arguments of her fighting, but he had never won, she fought regardless of his feelings.

"Your sister took over command of your brother's ship after you were taken, after the man you look to as a father killed him."

What is dead may never die.

He watched his father burn the terms, watched his dreams of Anna go up in smoke. He listened to his father berate him, and raise his sister on a pedestal. It was not his fault that he was taken away, his father had given him away. How could a ten year old boy be blamed for being taken? His father was going to take his crown, and Theon knew he would never stand a chance against the Lannisters on his own but it was not the Lannisters his father sought after. As Theon was left alone, he felt anger and sadness boil up inside of him.

His father was going to go after the Starks, he could feel it in his bones. He knew he should warn Robb, but perhaps his father was right, perhaps he had forgotten who he truly was. At Winterfell He was Theon Greyjoy, ward and prisoner of the Stark family. He was not one of them, even if they treated him as such, he was always below them. He would never marry Anna, and he was sure she knew it too. She had played along with him, telling him she loved him, but she knew that the end was going to be nothing but heartbreak for them both. Theon was never part of them, no matter how much he wished to be, his place was among the Ironborn.

His father was going to give him one ship to attack a bunch of fishing villages while his sister got a damn fleet to attack one castle. He tried to get his father to see reason, to get him to back off the north but he would do no such thing. Balon Greyjoy would attack the north, with or without him. He thought of Anna while he argued with his father, he knew she could not defend Winterfell alone. He worried for her, worried what the Ironborn would do to the woman he loved. As he spoke words with his father, it only added fuel to the fire within the man. Balon Greyjoy would not see reason.

Yara was the same, she cursed Theon for everything he was. Theon wanted her father to pledge fealty to Robb, to bend the knee, so they could all go on with their lives. But the Ironborn do not bend their knees, they do not sow. His sister spit words at him, accusing him of defending the Starks. She called them his other family, but he had no other family. The only blood he had left were his father, mother and sister. He had cursed her for letting him touch her, but she only laughed about it. She left him alone once more, his thoughts his only company.

He knew that there was nothing he could do, nothing that would change his father's mind. Robb was his brother, and Anna his love, but his family was his blood. He had to make a decision of who he would side with, the family who held him captive or his own family.

Theon Greyjoy made his choice as he burned the letters he had written to Anna and Robb. As he set the parchments ablaze he made his choice. The north would fall, and the north would fall to the blood of his family. He would fight for the Ironborn, he would fight for what his family deserved. Too long had the Ironborn sat back and let themselves be over looked, but no more. Theon would rise to the challenge, rise and become the heir he was meant to be. He knew he was risking everything he had built. He would risk the man who saw him as a brother, and he would risk the woman he loved but none of that mattered. He made his choice.

He was taken to the sea, to be reborn in the faith of the drowned God. Theon had continued to pray to the Drowned God while in Winterfell, but there was no sea and he was far from home. His prayers were never answered, and as the years went on he found himself in the Godswood. He never prayed there but he would sit with her as she did. He would watch Anna pray to the Gods, watched her pray for the return of her father. He had held her as she cursed the Gods when he was killed. He had to let all that go, he had to let her go. He was being reborn as Theon Greyjoy once more.

He would not take his ship to the Stony shore, he would not simply pillage fishing villages. Theon had a better plan, a plan that could gain him everything he wanted. He would not tell his father, no doubt the man would deny him such a thing. He would not tell his sister, she was a bitch, he could not trust her to keep it a secret. He would tell only the men on his ship. He had a plan, and he needed his men to go Torrhen Square, he needed them to be a distraction. Theon Greyjoy was going to take Winterfell, and get what he wanted.

When he entered Winterfell it was the dead of night, and he was able to use his small group of men to get rid of the remaining guards. He himself killed a few, driving his sword through men who knew him. He was a ward to them once, a boy who was just as much a Stark as the others, but now he wasn't. He brought his men to Winterfell like the sea, crashing upon their walls and killing any who stood in his way. He sent his men to find Rickon, and Anna, he would deal with Bran. He knew Anna would not be pleased, but she had a role to play in his plan just as Bran did. They would understand everything soon.

He came face to face with a bloodied blade when he entered Bran's room. His eyes met a pair of blue ones and for a moment he saw them shine for him. He heard her sigh, and go to lower her sword only to raise it against him once more. He saw the anger fill her eyes, the anguish, as she swung at him. Anna was skilled, but she was slow and Theon knew her every move. Her anger would not aide her in the fight, she would not win as she swung at him.

"I will kill you." She was screaming at him, cursing his name.

"I've taken your castle."

Theon kept his voice cold, devoid of emotion but he was far from emotionless. Seeing her cry, seeing the pain in her blue eyes, killed him. He made his choice, and he knew she would never understand why he had done what he did. She was a woman, she had never had to go through what he did, she could never understand him. He dodged her continuously, each time hearing her curse his name.

"How could you?" She was crying when his man grabbed her, forcing her to drop her sword.

He wanted to take her in his arms, he wanted to explain himself but that wasn't who he was anymore. He could not be the man who held her, he could not be the man who planned a future with her. Their dreams had gone up in smoke, and Theon had already made a new plan of his own. He would get everything he wanted, whether Anna liked it or not.

"Take her to the end of the hall, her chamber is on the right." He watched Anna struggle against the man before him. " The keys are on the desk,lock her in and return to me."

She cursed him more, threatening his life as she was dragged away. He stood tall as the door was shut behind him. He knew she would follow through on her threats, and he would make sure she was not in contact with any weapons.

"Theon, what are you doing?" He looked upon Bran who had Rickon clutching to him.

"I have taken Winterfell, Bran."

Anna had been protecting the boys, and he knew if he was not the one to walk in the door it would have been a bloody mess. She would have killed any man who tried to touch her brothers, she was she wolf she defended her blood. He knew the blood upon her sword was no doubt from the man who he had sent to find her.

"You will yield the castle me, and you will tell your people you are doing so."

"I will never, we will fight you and push you out. This our home."

The Starks were always so stubborn. Theon sat on the bed beside Bran and Rickon, beside the children he once considered brothers. They were much too young for matters such as this, but he could do nothing to change it. He could try and keep them safe, but for that to happen they must comply with him.

"You will because this castle is mine now. These people are yours, and if you want them safe you will yield Winterell to me." He stood up as he let the words sink in, he had to find Anna. She had role to play. "Think wisely little Lord."

"Theon." As he went to walk out the door he turned back to the young boys. "Did you hate us the whole time?"

He wished the question did not hurt but it did. He never hated them, not the children. There was time when he hated Lord Stark for killing his brothers, for taking him away but that had faded. He never hated Robb, or the children. He loved them like a family. He loved Anna as a man should. But as much as he wished for them to be family, they weren't and it was time he fought for his family.

He found Anna in her chambers, throwing things against the wall. She had a temper, and she had no weapon to hit him with so objects would do. Her blue eyes were full of fire, and he could hear her growl when she saw him.

"Anna, get dressed we must talk."

"Get out."

He watched her fold her arms across her breasts, but it was too late the nightdress did nothing to hide them from his gaze. When she had been swinging her sword at him she had caught a glimpse of her buttocks, and thighs. He wished to take her, to make love to her once again but it was not the time.

"We are meeting the people of Winterfell in the courtyard. You must get dressed, unless you wished to be dragged out in nothing but your nightclothes, my love."

She hated him, he could see it in the way she looked at him. The love she had once held in her gaze was gone but he knew it was only temporary, he knew she would love him once again. She would love him as she was supposed to.

"Those people will never concede to you, we will fight you. Winterfell is our home, it was your home, we won't let you take it."

He watched her strip from her nightdress, standing before him in nothing. The candle light made her body almost glow, and it took everything he had not to take her right then. She was not willing, he knew she would not be willing, and he would never force himself upon her. Never Anna.

"Bran will make them because if they do not we will be forced to kill them."

He saw her wince at the mention of killing the people of Wintefell, her body stiffening as she put on her small clothes. She did not wish to believe he could do it, but Theon could. If he had to murder ever person who stood in his way he would do it. He had to show his father what he could do.

"How many guards did you kill tonight? How many innocent men that have done nothing but guard my family for my whole life?"

She turned to face him in her small clothes, sadness in her blue eyes.

"They are gone, Anna, all of them. Which ever men were left here are dead, and no doubt some at Torrhen Square."

"That was you? You sent those men to attack them?"
"Yes."

She turned her back to him once again as she went to her trunk. As she bent over he once again thought of taking her, but he didn't move a muscle. She would have fought him, ad fought him hard. There was no way to get her to enjoy the feeling of him at the moment. It would take time, but soon she would see that what he was doig was best for him, and best for her.

Theon let his eyes travel her body when she turned back around. She was dressed in a low cut, tight, black dress that she had only seen her wear once. Sansa had made it for Anna, it was for her sixteenth nameday. She had worn that dress the night he had went to take her to the Wolfswood, it had been what made him so hungry for her that night. Seeing her in the dress again made him wish they were together under different circumstances, as he looked at her he felt regret. He betrayed the only people who looked at him as family, he betrayed the woman he loved. It was no matter, he had taken Winterfell for the Iron Islands, it was done.

"Come with me, we must address your people." He held his hand out for her but she ignored it.

"And what do you plan to tell them?"

"We will inform them that we plan to marry."

Theon watched the color drain from her face. He needed to cement his claim to Winterfell and what better way than to marry a Stark. She was part of the reason he took Winterfell, he wanted her and he wanted to make it their home. No one would ever tell them they could not be together, not anymore.

"I won't do that, not anymore." She was resolute. "You betrayed me."

"You will because if you do not I fear I can not protect your brothers."

"Give me a minute alone please. There are no weapons here, I just do not wish for my people to see me crying."

He left her in the chamber for a moment. He did not wish for the people to see her crying as well, it would ruin the plan. She had to seem just as excited as he did, he wanted her to be happy. He waited patiently and when she stepped from the room she wore a smile. It was forced, and the smile did not reach her eyes but it was a start. He led her from the castle into the courtyard, and as they did she leaned over o whisper something to him.

"I will kill you, Theon Greyjoy."

"You barely glanced back at the damage in your wake

You may never care that i'm the one you could have saved

Forever's what I promised you

but forever's meant for liars and fools."