Author's note: I know this chapter is kind of short but it had a lot going on. I hope you all enjoy it. Thank you for the revies, follows and favorites.

Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones or anything your recognize from it. I own Anna only and my plot. Lyrics below from "Slow dancing in a burning room" By Savannah Outen.

"It's not a silly little moment

It's not the storm before the calm

This is the deep and dyin' breath of

this love that we've been working on."

"You hit me, just to hurt me

so you leave me feeling dirty"

Chapter 4: The North Remembers.

Anna's p.o.v

She was going to kill him, as he escorted her from the castle that was all she could focus on. Anna Stark was going to have Theon Greyjoy's head upon a spike. How could he betray her? How could he think she would marry him after what he was doing. She would kill him. When they made it out into the courtyard relief flooded Anna when she saw her brothers unharmed. She made a move to run to them but Theon held her hand tight in his.

She was going to kill him, she was going to kill him. He held her hand tight in his while her eyes scanned the people in the courtyard. She did not know if she could convince them that she would marry the beast who butchered their men, betrayed her family but she had to try. When Theon did let go her hand she rushed to her brothers' side. She took Rickon into her arms, holding him tight against her body while she stood tall beside Bran. She knew he did not wish to yield to Theon, but it was the price to pay to keep the people of Winterfell safe.

"I have yielded Winterfell to Prince Theon." Bran's voice was weak, and Anna knew he did not mean his words.

"You all know me."

As Theon spoke a man in the crowd spoke against him. Anna knew him by face but not by name. She was sure she knew it but in the time she had been away she had met many people, learned many names. She placed her hand upon Bran's shoulder as Theon spoke angrily at the man in front of them. He would not bow to Prince Theon, no northerner truly would.

"My father has named himself King of the Iron Islands, and has taken the north by conquest. I shall marry Anna Stark and Winterfell is mine."

"I will never serve your father, I serve only the Starks."

Theon grew angry, but Anna was looking at the man. Everyone was looking at her for strength but she had none. She could not risk her brothers lives. As the man continued to speak against Theon he was struck upon the head causing Anna to put Rickon to the ground and run to the man's side.

"Are you alright, sir?" She helped the man to his feet.

She heard people whisper to her that she could not truly mean to marry the monster. She did not have choice, and she would make her people understand that. She had no intention of it coming to marriage, she had a letter written in her sleeve, she would get it to Robb. He would save them.

"I am alright, m'lady."

"People of Winterfell I must speak with you now, because I know what you are all thinking. You will not serve the men who have taken your home from you, you will not bow before a false King. I want you to know that Winterfell has never fallen from the hands of the Starks, and it will not fall now. What he says is true, I will marry him, but that does not make me a Greyjoy." Anna looked back to Theon with hate in her eyes but he let her speak. "My blood is full of wolf's blood, I have the blood of the first men in my viens. I will be a Stark until I die. My brother fights for our freedom as I sit here and speak with you now. We will have our freedom from the Kings in the South and we will have our freedom from the man locked away on an island. I promise you as Anna Stark, eldest daughter of the late Eddard Stark that we will not fail. We will fight, and will win. But first I need you to listen to what this Prince has to say, do not bend, but bide your time. The North Remembers. I swear by the Old Gods a Stark will always rule Winterfell."

She was pulled back from the people, Theon holding her tight against his body. She held no fear, she was not afraid of the man she loved. She spoke the truth. She would not bend to his will. She will marry him, she will give him children but they will be hers. Their blood will be that of a wolf, not of the salt and rock.

"Watch your tongue, my love." His voice was husky as he whispered in her ear.

She said nothing, she just ripped herself from his grasp. She took her place beside Bran once more a smile upon her younger brother's face. They would not bow, they would stand tall and fight as they were made to. Theon may have lived in the North for years but he was not a true northerner and he did not know how resilient the northern people could be. He may have held Winterfell for a night, but it did not mean he could keep it.

She listened as Theon spoke with Measter Luwin, bidding him to send ravens to his family. Anna added the names Balon Greyjoy and Yara to the list of people she would personally drive a sword through. The man who was sent to the Iron Islands was the love of her life, and the man they sent back was a coward. He was weak, even with his facade of strength. Her real Theon was buried somewhere deep inside, screaming to be set free, he would have never betrayed them.

"Maester Luwin." Anna grabbed the old man's arm as he passed. She slipped the letter she had written from under her sleeve, placing it into the Maester robed hand. "For Robb."

Her voice was a whisper and she knew no one had heard her. It was help that Osha had stepped before Theon, speaking with him. Anna grew jealous in the way Theon looked at the woman, she had heard the tale of his past incident with her. She may have been angry but she never liked Theon looking at other women in front of her. What the Ironborn did in his private time was something she could not stop. Anna's anger only grew when the Wildling woman asked to put in his service. How could she?

"Why Osha?" It was Bran who questioned the woman.

"It's your dream, little Lord, the sea has come to drown us all. I don't plan to drown."

Anna knew her brother's dream was an omen but she never imagined it would come to this. Theon was the sea, his men came crashing upon their gates and they won. Anna wished she had her sword, or a weapon of any kind. She would kill as many as she could, she knew Theon would not kill her he needed her. If he had any hope of keeping the people of Winterfell in check she knew she was his only small hope. A Stark would always lead the North, and she would have to be that Stark. Bran was much too young, Robb was off fighting a war, and her father was dead. The protection of her siblings, of her people, was falling onto Anna. She would not let them down, not even if part of her still screamed out for Theon's love.

Everything was quiet for a moment until the gates were thrown open and Ser Rodrik was dragged in by two men. Anna felt a pang in her heart as she saw the man bloody, no doubt beaten down by the Ironborn. Her anger grew with each passing moment around the sorry crowd of soldiers. She heard the man speak, his voice as strong as ever.

"Lord Stark raised you among his children, Robb Stark looked to you as a brother."

"I was Lord Stark's hostage and my true brothers were murdered by Stark men. This is not my home, these are not my people."

Anna took a step toward Theon, his back to her. She felt the anger pouring from him, and she could see the anger coming from Ser Rodrik. She knew it would not end well.

"Theon." She kept her voice soft.

"Quiet, woman." His tone was not as soft.

"If Lord Eddard could see you now."

"He can't, he is dead."

Anna looked to Rickon who stood beside his brother shaking. She knew the mention of their father would rattle the child. As she looked to Rickon the argument between the two men continued and when she turned back Ser Rodrick was on his knees. They locked eyes for a moment and she knew he bid her to back away, but she would not.

"Theon, this is madness,stop it now." She was hoping there was something left in him, something she remembered.

"Put him in a cell, he will rot."

"You can not let him live, my Lord, he must pay the iron price."

Anna felt fear creep over her, she did not know what that meant. She had heard of the iron price, Theon spoke of it often but she thought it was just some stupid Ironborn thing. They would kill and conquer for what they wanted.

"Ser Rodrik, I sentence you to death."

"NO." Anna Stepped in front of Theon, between him and Ser Rodrick. "You want to marry me? If you do this I will never marry you, no one will follow you. You are a monster."

"I said silence woman."

Theon slapped Anna across the face and for a moment she stood their shocked. A man had never struck her out of true anger. She had fought on battlefields, she had play fought with her brother, but never once was she struck in such a manner. She looked upon Theon Greyjoy with fire.

"I will kill you if you do this. Do you understand that? You will die a very painful, very horrid death. Your traitorous prick."

"Go back to your brother's Anna, or one of them will be next."

She looked at Ser Rodrik with tears in her eyes. Anna was going to let the man die to save her siblings, but all the man did was nod. Maeaster Luwin could not speak sense into Theon, a man was hovering over his shoulder. It was the same man who dragged her to her chambers, a man she would enjoy killing. Anna took her place beside Rickon, kneeling in the mud to be at his level. Bran was crying out, the people of Winterfell cried out, everyone trying to get Theon to see reason. But there was no reasoning with him. He had given up any heart he had gained in Winterfell, all that was left inside of him was cold stone and salt blood.

"Rickon, look at me. Don't look, keep your eyes on me." She had tears in her eyes as she held her brother's shoulders .She would not allow him to witness such a horror. "It will be alright, just keep looking at me. I promise yo will be okay."

Anna was crying, and she heard the soft sobs coming from Bran above her. Ser Rodrik Cassel had been part of their lives for as long as Anna could remember. She thought of the man's daughter, she began to wonder where she was. She searched the crowd for the girl and was almost thankful when she did not find her. No child should have to witness their father being executed. She thought of Sansa and how she had to watch their father die. Anna wished she had been there to shield her as she was doing with Rickon.

"Do not worry children, I am off to see your father." Anna met Ser Rodriks eyes and cried.

She did not look up to see Bran, she just held her gaze over Rickon to see Theon. She was begging him with her eyes to rethink what he was doing. She was at a breaking point. Anna looked to her left and saw a solider standing close to her, his sword sheathed in his belt. She let go of Rickon and kissed him on the head as Ser Rodrik was placed on the block. In a fast motion Anna stole the soldier's sword, drove it through him before turning herself to Theon. She held the sword against his back.

"Stop this madness or I will drive this sword through you. Don't think I won't do it because I will Greyjoy."

"Anna, put the sword down and go back to your brothers."

"Not until you stop this madness, this isn't who you are. I know you, please Theon."

She was desperate she did want to kill him, as much as she thought she did, but she would if she had to. She held the sword against his back when she was grabbed once again, this time she did not drop the sword she kept it in her hand as she was pulled to the ground by the man who convinced Theon to kill Ser Rodrik in the first place. She swung the sword up at the man but he just ripped it from her as if it was paper. He then punched her in the face causing everything to go hazy for a moment. Anna fought back returning a punch to the man's face. He reacted by standing up and kicking the girl in the stomach. Anna coughed and curled in a ball searching for air. She had never been in a fist fight before.

"Stop it Dagmer, leave her."

But the man did not leave her alone until he kicked her once more in the stomach. He knelt down behind her grabbing her auburn hair in his fist. He was forcing her to look forward where Ser Rodrik's head sat upon a block.

"I am sorry, Ser Rodrik, I am sorry."

She was in so much pain, but that did not compare to the sorrow she was feeling. Tears were falling from her blue eyes and she wished for Robb. She wished her brother would storm the castle and save them all but she knew he wouldn't. He was leagues away without any clue of what was taking place in his home. She prayed to the old Gods as Theon spoke to Rodrik, she prayed the man made peace in the afterlife.

It took three swings of the sword and a kick to the head for Ser Rodrik to die. Anna cried out as she watched, disgusted with what she had seen. How could Theon do such a thing to a man who helped train him? Theon held a sword because of Ser Rodrik. Anna wanted to move, wanted to get to Bran she heard him crying but couldn't. The monster Dagmer kept a grip on her hair, and even if she could the pain was too much. She looked to Bran, he was holding onto Measter Luwin begging.

"I will kill you all, I will kill each and every Ironborn in Winterfell." Anna was laughing at the man who held her. She was laughing, until everything went black.

"We're goin' down

and you can see it to

We're goin' down

and you know that we're doomed

My dear, we are slow dancing in a burn' room."