Synopsis
Dying was supposed to be the end, but it wasn't, so I will make the best out of it
So I died, and the first thing that I see is an old man standing in front of me.
"I am sorry, but... I have to say that you are dead." The old sighed.
My death was gruesome; I was eaten by a shark, well... partly, apparently sharks don't like humans... too many bones... so after he took my leg, he left bleeding out, so yeah... I hate sharks.
"I imagined as much," I chuckled drily as I inspected the room I was in.
We were, for some reason under the ocean, the water stretched out as far as the eye could see, perhaps symbolizing how I died.
Amidst all the water there was a living where we sat together on a European sofa, at least I think so.
The old man I suspected to be God, had a minibar with chocolates and drinks, nothing with alcohol, which was what I needed right now.
It kind of felt like a doctors waiting room, the room wasn't wet, thanks to his godly powers I imagine, but in the end, it was all very classic, if nothing else.
"So do you greet everyone that dies?" I inquired, filled with curiosity.
God stared at me for a second, before answering, "No, saints normally, I decided to greet you because... it's my fault you died... sorry?"
"Ok... I gotta ask... how is your fault thought?" I was dead, and he was god, being angry wasn't going to bring my life back, but I am quite curious how an almighty being messes up.
"Well, I might have a accidentally dropped a shark close to you... and I might have noticed that a tad late?" God offered, clearly embarrassed.
How the fuck you accidentally drop... no be the better person and don't ask, "Ok, that explains nothing, but anyways what now?"
"Normally, you would go to heaven or get your soul recycled, but after this blunder I can't, I must repay you!" God said with conviction.
"I suppose getting my ass back to live is out of the question... I mean you would've have offered..." I sighed.
"Yes, once a soul leaves the mortal realm in this realm, said soul can't re-enter, I made the rules, I can't bend them... but I can send you to another world..." God added in the end with a smile.
What world though, if it was a bad world, I think I would rather enjoy eternal bliss...or boredom in heaven, "What world?"
"I think is commonly known in your realm as, Westeros, or Game of Thrones," God added excitedly.
Oh yes, the book series that taught me to never get attached to a character ever again, I remembered when Ned Stark died, I wanted to kill Joffrey myself... would you look at that, I can do that now.
"While I find the idea, really... and I mean really interesting, I would die in a matter of hours, I work in IT, my skill set is useless there," I informed him.
"I know that's why you will enter the wheel of fortune! You will get three random powers! Isn't that great... I mean you can technically get something useless... like the power to control a cup of water, but you can also get the really good stuff," God chuckled.
The prospect of getting a three powers was quite exciting, and could very well prove to make my new life in Westeros easier.
"Alright, let's see what I get," I nodded.
God smiled and complied, making a wheel of fortune appear in front of me, "Roll!"
Nodding I took the wheel and spun the shit out of it.
I couldn't really see what was going on, the wheel was going fast and I didn't understand the language written over it, so it was extra stressful for me.
The wheel eventually stopped, on something I couldn't read, so I gave God a look that said, please translate.
"Oh... sorry, I haven't updated the language on that thing since the dawn of humanity, never got to use it, let's see your first power is... having Captain America's power, Aka the super-soldier serum," God said.
The super-soldier body, that one alone made my life easier, in that world.
So without further delay, I spun the wheel again, wondering what I would get this time.
Once again the wheel stopped, and god translated smiling widely at this one, "you got a power inspired in me! Gandálfr, also known as the Left Hand of God,"
I knew this power; it was from an old anime I saw if I remember correctly the primary power of a Gandálfr is absolute mastery of any item meant for combat, from swords and pistols to artillery cannons and fighter aircraft not that some of those weapons are going to be available for me.
"Awesome, super bod and a master of arms, great," I smiled, destiny was definitely smiling at me.
I spun the wheel again, wondering what would be my last power.
When the wheel decided to stop, God started to laugh, as he translated, "You got the right hand of God, Vindálfr."
I got both the right and left hand of God, my last power.
Vindálfr or the Right Hand of God has the special ability to control animals, be it a dog or a dragon, my bond with them would surpass anything.
"I guess that's all?" I smiled, I was quite happy with the luck I had on those spins, it could've been worse, but I got some nice powers.
"Yes it is, now enjoy being a baby again!" God chuckled, and before I could ask or say something, the world around me faded.
During that brief moment, all I could think of was, 'Fuck,'
—
[YEAR 283AC]
Pain, crushing and excruciating pain, that's what welcomed me after my talk with God, I felt I was in a wet and tight cave that wanted to crush me.
Oh god... this is my birth, isn't it?
If I could scream, I would, but unfortunately, my vocal cords didn't obey me.
"Push my lady, I can see the head," A woman said, encouraging my new mother to push the heck out of me.
If I could encourage her, I would, this is bad for both of us, obviously worse for her, but still.
"One more push," The woman said, and a second after I was in the outside world.
I was so happy to be out; I felt like I was about to die.
"Let me see my son," My mother said weakly, her tone was crossing a line that told me, she was going to die, "My sweet, little lord, you will be known as Ronard Mormont,"
After that silence followed, she stopped breathing; she had lived just long enough to give me a name.
—
War, not only I was reincarnated in a secondary house, but I was also reincarnated in times of war.
I didn't even have time to process that my new mother died seconds after giving birth to me.
I can see the worry on everyone's faces, they are worried, about whose going to win this war.
I made my calculations, based on what I know, timeline-wise, it took me some time, but I think I know.
It's not like I can do much besides crapping myself.
Robb Stark, Jon Snow and I, should be around the same age, which means that the war is already ending, if I'm older than them it would be by a few months at best.
Which also lead to my next deduction, my father was Jorah Mormont, in the books his first wife died after giving birth three times to stillborn babies.
I was the change on that, she still died, but I came to this world.
In a few years, he would meet a really young girl for him, and he would fuck his life over when I didn't know.
Being a baby with no coordinated control over my body limits my activities to this, deducing stuff.
—
[5 months later]
Being a baby is excruciatingly painful, I can't do shit... scratch that... all I can do is shit!
I have a super body, but I'm limited to what my underdeveloped body allows me to do, I never thought how hard and difficult this scenario was.
Anyway, after five months I finally met my father, he was...just like the tv show, but taller and with dark hair, brown, like a grizzly... Huh... fitting.
He was caring I suppose, he was happy that he had a son, but nothing beyond that.
My grandfather, aka Jeor Mormont, he apparently had gone to the wall, way before I was born, which meant I wasn't going to meet him any time soon.
—
[1 year later]
I can finally walk, and talk, and anyone can bet their asses I potty train myself as soon as my bowels allowed me too.
I finally recovered some of my human decency!
I also discovered that the tattoos that should be on my hands... well... weren't, but I knew I had the power.
In other matters, I discovered a few things first House Mormont is pretty poor; I mean pretty poor.
Which was something I intended to change as soon as I could, I had many ideas already.
I remembered many stuff from my world, like how to make mirrors, good mirrors, not like those craps they have around here, no wonder some think they look good.
I also remembered, thanks to my dad, my other universe dad, how to make Vodka, Whiskey and Rum.
The alcoholic beverages along would make my ass so rich.
But for now, I had to bid my time.
I was learning how to do everything I knew before, physically speaking again.
My body even as a baby was more durable, and could do stuff no baby could.
—-
[5 YEARS LATER][YEAR 289 AC]
I had forgotten entirely about the Greyjoy rebellion, father when back to war.
But I wasn't concerned with this situation. I know we will win.
On other matters, I'm six, and I started practicing with the sword a year ago, and everyone thinks I'm a genius, I can't beat adults yet... but they have a hard time winning.
After the war, my father, married another woman, she's young enough to be my sister, and she's quite the spoiled brat.
She's sixteen; my father is almost twice her age.
The moment he arrived from the south with her, I knew, she was the one that would ruin him.
I tried to bring this up to him, she wastes money like a fucking Queen, but instead of listening, he slapped me, his six-year-old son.
That was the moment I lost all empathy for him, I didn't cry or show signs that it hurt, because it didn't, I just simply stood and left.
The little bitch also lives whispering that once she gets with a child, I won't be needed in this household anymore.
Fucking bitch.
If J.K Rolling made a novel out of her, it would be named: Harry Potter and the Audacity of this Bitch.
—-
[4 YEARS LATER] [YEAR 293 AC]
I was ten years old; I was officially unbeatable with any weapon, I was the best in any category, the master of arms was shocked to see how good I was, saying this level of skill was ridiculous for a kid.
I feel like I'm cheating... which is good, I like cheating makes things easier, only when it's necessary though, like avoiding certain death.
My father had already started to dwell in some dark shit, slaves and stuff to pay his debts, the debt he acquired pleasing the bitch.
House Mormont was in bankruptcy, thanks to the gold digger my father married.
It didn't take long before Lord Stark; Aka Ned Stark discovered what my imbecile of a father was doing.
My father was sentenced to death.
Like in the cannon, he escaped, before Ned Stark arrived to cut his head off.
I knew this was the last time I would see him, and yet I felt nothing, I cared for him once, but after he started to mistreat me to please that bitch... well, I lost that feeling.
The one good thing that came out of this was, that I inherited Longclaw, and that I was the Lord of House Mormont now.
"Are you alright little cub?" Maege Mormont, also known as the current she-bear asked , she was my aunt.
"I told him that woman was only going to bring problems..." I sighed as I took a long look at my new sword.
"Aye, we all did, my lord," Maege smiled sadly, but I knew deep down she was furious, her brother, my father had fucked out honor with his sins, and we would carry with it forever.
"Let me know when Lord Stark arrives," I said, letting her now I wanted to be alone, I wasn't sad, but I wasn't happy.
—-
Lord Stark arrived, a few days later, going immediately to my office to greet me.
"Lord Mormont," Ned Stark greeted.
"Lord Stark," I said with a small bow, as I offered him a seat.
"Do you know where your father went?" Ned Stark went directly to the point.
I looked at him for a second before I answered, "All I know is that he left me this mess to fix... sorry for the language..."
Ned Stark nodded understanding what I meant.
"So what now Lord Stark?" I inquired.
"Your father will be stripped of everything, he is an enemy of the North now," Lord Stark said in a cold tone.
"What about me?" I inquired hoping this wasn't one of those, fathers sins that the son has to pay.
"You will have to lead, being so young," Lord Stark chuckled, "I think that's punishment enough, but not that you deserve any punishment,"
"You are more... friendly that I imagined," I smiled, "Too bad, we met under this circumstances,"
"Aye, but that doesn't mean our friendship can't grow," Ned Stark nodded.
"Aye," I nodded.
—
Now that I was the Lord of House Mormont, I had to fix our economic problem.
I would make House Mormont one of the wealthiest houses in Westeros before the Game and War started.
Chapter 2: Chapter 2
After Lord Stark left, I started to go over our books, and boy, I didn't understand shit with this coin system.
But after a thorough comparison with my old coin, aka the dollar, and the prices I remembered, on the top of my head, I had some understanding of how this coin worked.
The coins this world has are.
••Copper Coins
Halfpenny (Lowest possible denomination)
Penny equals 2 Halfpennies.
Half Groat, equals 2 pennies.
Groat, equals 4 pennies.
Star, equals 2 Groats or 8 pennies.
••Silver Coins
Stag, equals 7 stars or 56 pennies.
Moon, equals 49 stars or 392 pennies.
••Gold Coins
Dragons, equals 30 Moons, 210 Stags or 11,760 pennies.
Now after finding the prices of stuff like bread and water.
For example, a piece of bread being one penny, and water being half a penny.
I came to the conclusion one penny was equal to one dollar.
Which in turn, meant one gold dragon was equal to 11.760 dollars.
This accurate conclusion only made me sadder, because all I had... all our house had was 19 silver stags.
My dear old dad took all that was left with him to Essos, leaving us worse than ever.
In the records it shows we once had over 9867 gold dragons, we lost it all, he spend technically over 100 million dollars on that bitch.
Leaving me with one thousand and fifty-six dollars equivalent.
"I have many ideas, but how the fuck can I apply them with so little money," I sighed, as I sat on my office, this was going to be harder than I thought.
Perhaps I could get a loan from House Stark, but that was risky at much, father already betrayed them and made a crack in our relationship whether we like it or not.
The Iron Bank would never give us shit; they only give to big houses or the crown.
But I had to think fast, not only my house was broke but we were in debt, with over ten thousand gold dragons.
"My lord, Lady Maege, wants to see you," A servant said bowing.
"Send her in," I ordered him.
The servant did as he was told, bringing my aunt to the room.
"How bad is it, my lord?" Maege smiled sadly.
"Bad, we are dirt poor thanks to that man," I admitted.
"Aye," Maege nodded.
"How is little, Lyanna?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood.
"She is good, strong as her mother," Maege smiled proudly, "She wants to see you when you can of course,"
"I will try... the gods know I have my work cut out for me..." I chuckled.
"So, any ideas on how to fix our situation?" Maege inquired, taking a seat across my desk.
"Many, but I need money for all of them, I need at least one thousand gold dragons with that I would fix our economic problems permanently," I informed.
"Maybe we can get a loan with Lord Stark?" Maege offered.
"It's a sound idea, but that man destroyed part of our relationship with the Starks," I sighed.
"Aye, he did, but the Starks are honorable, I know they will help us... no matter how much dishonor that bastard brought us," Maege said, growling at the end.
"Very well, then I trust you to go to the Starks, and get me that money?" I asked.
"Aye, you will have it, my lord," Maege smiled, nodding.
—-
Maege left soon afterwards, leaving little Lyanna with me.
With Maege on the mission, I decided to train my swordplay a bit, while my blessings like the right hand of God gave me total mastery over weapons, practicing made evolve, and get to know the weapon.
It also helped me create muscle memory.
My body, thanks to the super-soldier serum running in my veins, was already stronger than the majority of adults.
I could swing Longclaw with ease; I could only imagine how strong I would get when my body actually turned into that of a man.
I wasn't anything like Steve, aka Captain America.
My hair was black, and my eyes were silver-colored, I probably took after my mother.
As I trained, I could head Lyanna giggling as she stared at me with awe.
"Awesome," Lyanna said with an awestruck expression.
"You want to fight, don't you?" I asked with a chuckle; I knew all Mormont women had the choice to learn if they wanted too.
"Yes! I will be a strong bear!" Lyanna said solemnly as she took a stick and swung it as if it was a sword.
"Wow, even I am cowering in fear little she-bear," I chuckled as Lyanna pouted, "Let's go back, I'm hungry."
—-
To my surprise, Lord Stark agreed to help us and gave us two thousand gold dragons.
Maege said the man didn't even hesitate, saying it was his duty as the warden of the north to help us, however, he could.
And I was grateful because I was close to firing everyone in the household.
With two thousand gold dragons, I could keep them and start my business.
In a world where whores and alcohol rule, you need to capitalize on one of the two, and because I find the idea of being a Pimp disgusting, I decided to capitalize on the other option.
After a talk with the builders and the local engineer, I commissioned the alcohol factory for my whiskey, vodka, and rum.
My dad, the one from my past life had a factory that did the exact same thing, artisanal whiskey, vodka, and rum, so I knew the damn process by memory, God knows my dad made sure of it, and now I'm glad.
In a year, the factory would be finished, and I would start producing liquid gold.
I had to avoid expending during this time, the factory I wanted it cost me around haft the money I had borrowed from the Starks.
So I had to play my cards carefully for now
"Alright, time to wait," I sighed.
—-
[1 YEAR LATER] [YEAR 294 AC]
I had waited for this day, so long, but the Grizzly alcohol factory was finally complete.
I was happy I would have another income source for the house soon.
Not because I need it, but money is always welcomed.
After the factory opened, the workers were confused when I told them what to do because they never had to do it before, but I was a good boss, I explained to them how to do it after making sure to let them know they would die if they ever told anyone.
I can have other houses like the Lannister's copying my shit.
But everyone in the bear islands was extremely loyal.
So with the factory finally producing artisanal alcohol, I went back to my other business.
Fishing.
You see, being able to control animals came quite handy in this situation.
With the help of my twelve Krakens, I had become the number one fish distributor in the north and maybe the seven kingdoms.
Nobody knew I was using Krakens; they just thought I discovered a new and improved fishing route.
The workers had no idea twelve massive monsters were helping them to catch massive amounts of fish.
With the fish production alone, House Mormont was making around fifty thousand gold dragons a year, or four thousand gold dragons a month.
With this, I had paid the debts that man had left and paid the Starks what they loaned us.
I wasn't the wealthiest house in the north yet, but I was self-sufficient now, which was awesome.
—-
[1 YEAR LATER] [YEAR 295 AC]
The alcohol was a boom, a massive boom, making around one hundred and fifty thousand gold dragons a year.
This was just the first year, the first months were slow, but after they tried my product people went crazy, am I glad this world is run by alcoholics.
It was so good I had to commission two other factories.
The Starks had if my sources were correct around five hundred thousand gold dragons in their treasury, which meant I was about in a year or two to surpass economically speaking the biggest house in the North.
But this sudden success brought some unwanted attention, the Lannister's, Twin had an eye on me now.
So far, I have discovered over five spies inside my house, that sadly found themselves in terrible, terrible accidents, the keyword being accident.
The other part of the unwanted attention was the massive wave of proposals; everyone wanted to marry their daughter with me.
At least within the small houses.
But I didn't have time for that, not yet anyway.
—-
[1 YEAR LATER] [YEAR 296AC]
I was thirteen and boy puberty hit me hard, I was starting to get taller, and muscles were starting to show more.
By this point, I was officially the wealthiest house in the North.
Making around three hundred thousand a year.
My house had saved so far, half a million gold dragons.
Now I had to fix another problem, our military power.
We have around two hundred soldiers, that's all our power.
We need more than that, so with the help of Maege, I started to recruit people.
From orphans to anyone that wanted to learn how to use a sword.
I put Maege in charge of that, while I expanded our forces differently.
A year ago, I started to collect Bears; I had over one hundred bears under my command.
People just assumed it was because I had a deep connection with our sigil.
Little did they know I could control animals in general.
But it wasn't mind control; it was more the animals loved me, like a lot.
But having bears to fight wasn't enough, I commission a set of armor and steel claws for each and every single one of them.
I would have a small battalion of armored bears!
And in the sea, I would have the Krakens to stop the ironborn.
I was preparing beforehand to win the upcoming war.
Chapter 3: Chapter 3
[1 YEAR LATER] [YEAR 297]
I was fourteen, and I was already over six foot tall, I had the same physique Captain America had, and I was officially unmatched in any type of combat.
I was stronger than the mountain, faster than Oberyn, and better with the sword than Arthur Dayne.
My fame as a warrior expanded through the seven kingdoms, as the Prideful Bear on the North.
Not only I had a fame for being a genius businessman, but I also had one for being a fearsome warrior.
My spies, aka animals, informed that Tywin was furious with me, he couldn't allow a house in the north to change the economic balance that has been there for so long.
He hasn't planned to kill me yet, but my little birds, and I mean literal little birds, is not a metaphor... anyway, my little birds have told me how he is close to that point.
Boy, he was going to suffer, not even a faceless man can approach me and try to kill me, I have hundreds of animals watching, seeing every person in my castle constantly.
If they see even the slightest change in their behavior, I would know it.
Our army has increased considerably, not as much as I would've liked, but it was way better than I expected.
We went from two hundred soldiers to four thousand, many commoners wanted this opportunity, the pay was good compared to most other jobs, and they would get some respect.
My bear division had grown a little over three hundred armored bears.
And I had increased the amount of Krakens protecting our sea from twelve to twenty-four.
The Greyjoy's would suffer a lot when they started their second rebellion.
On a military point, I was good, not as good as I wanted to be but good.
I had increased my house gold income to four hundred thousand gold dragons a year after taxes.
House Mormont had never been better.
"My lord," A servant said bowing.
"What is it?" I inquired, I usually don't get people interrupting my training sessions unless it is important.
"A raven from House Stark," The servant said, handing me the unopened letter.
"Thanks," I said, taking the letter.
The Starks had invited me to their house; they wanted to discuss some stuff with me, that and Lord Stark wanted to present me his son, and future heir, Robb Stark.
"Get a ship ready, and tell Lady Maege to come to my office," I ordered the servant who ran as soon as I gave my orders.
The Starks wanted something, but what, I suppose I would find out in their home.
As I sat down, to wait for my aunt, I couldn't help but feel pride in what I did; I had ships, I had money, I had change our house.
I even upgraded the old wooden castle we had to a fortress, it was still in progress, but it was getting there.
"You called my lord?" Maege said, entering the room.
"Yes, I wanted to let you know I'll be gone for a while, so you are responsible while I'm away," I nodded.
"Aye, I will do my best," Maege nodded, I knew I could trust on them, in my family in general.
—
[Ned Stark POV]
In four years, the kid had turned one of the poorest houses in the north to the wealthiest one.
He had solved every problem House Mormont had, in turn, we were booming with this, the North was getting a lot of money in taxes with them alone, they were around fifty percent of our income in taxes.
But not only that, the young lord had amassed a fame for being not only the best warrior of his generation, but a kind and honorable one.
He had yet to fight to survive, but the Mormonts never bragged about something if it wasn't true, I had learned that when I lost a drinking competition with Maege, the She-Bear.
"Ned, I don't think this is a good idea..." Cat said, she was unsure of my idea, "His father was a dishonorable man... and just recently his house climb the ranks,"
"Cat, I meet the lad, he's good, and this way, we'll solidify our alliance even stronger," I said, but I understood why she was so uncertain, but it mattered not, this was the right choice.
"At least my Sansa will be close to home," Cat sighed, we had discussed this for over a month, she didn't dislike the young lord, she thought our Daughter could do way better, that she was fit to be a Queen, and she was, but I didn't want my daughter in a lion's den if I had a better option in the north her home.
"Aye," I said, kissing her forehead.
—
[Varys POV]
Since the young lord of House Mormont took over, I had lost all my spies inside his house.
All my little birds had gone silent, but I wasn't the only one, the Lannister's and the Tyrell were in the same position or so sang my little birds.
Lord Ronard Mormont, he was an enigma, and I don't like mysteries.
Especially since my little birds sang to me that the Starks wanted to marry their oldest daughter with him.
This could be both good or bad to the realm.
The King wanted to marry his son to lady Sansa, that had been something they had discuss over a year.
The Queen would be happy to know.
"Lord Varys, any news?" Cersei was a dangerous woman, that thought herself to be cunning; she was... just not as much as she thought.
"You mean about the young lord of House Mormont?" I inquired, I knew she was asking about that.
"Yes," Cersei nodded.
"Not much, my little birds don't sing as much as they once did in the bear island," I admitted, "All I know he is soon about to be betrothed to the oldest daughter of Lord Stark,"
Cersei smiled at this, which only reinforced my idea of her; she wasn't as smart as she thought she was.
Tywin wanted to marry Myrcella to the young Lord to unite the new rich lord to the crown, but Cersei was against the idea, saying no child of her would marry those savages in the north, no matter how rich they were.
Tywin, of course, didn't care what she thought and planned to convince the King of this soon.
But it was too late, the most honorable man in the seven kingdoms had won this play, without even knowing he was playing.
"Good, those savages should marry each other," Cersei smiled.
I smiled as I left the room, is quite ironic really, the woman sleeping with her brother, thinks of the north as savages just for their culture.
What a funny thing.
—-
[BACK TO RONARD]
I was getting ready to go to Winter, Longclaw on my back, and the shield I had commissioned for me to be made.
It wasn't vibranium, but I don't have dealers around, aside from the joke, my shield was made out entirely out of steel, a bit bigger than the one Captain America had, with a Bear engraved on the shield.
"We are ready, my lord," The Captain of the ship said, as I nodded to give him permission to sail.
As the ship slowly started to move, I sat to eat while I wondered what could possibly be the reason for my summoning.
"Vodka," I ordered the waiter inside the ship, or the should I say the wine boy... or vodka boy.
I suppose as I thought earlier, there is no point of wondering I just have to wait.
My little birds are not as present in the north as I would like them to be, mostly because I have the majority of them in possible threats like the Bolton's, the Lannister's, the Tyrells, and of course the Frey's.
I had all my spy network with them, of all the houses, including the small one the Starks were the less likely to pull one on me.
So whatever it was will be beneficial for them and me.
—
[Tywin POV]
A small house was rising the ladder quite fast as of now House Mormont was the fourth wealthiest house in Westeros.
It took four years for that brat to accomplish that; he was close to surpassing the Baratheons economically speaking and put himself in the third place.
The pace he was growing was alarming; I needed to get him on a leash, and Myrcella would serve as his leash to House Lannister.
Not only was he rich but smart, as he had proved by eliminating my spies, every single one of them.
—-
Author note:
The Lannister's want to chain him, while the Starks seek to solidify their alliance even more.
More of this soon!
By the way, he won't have a harem... I think I should clarify that...he will have one wife, and that's it.
Chapter 4: Chapter 4
I arrived at Winterfell, a few days after I got the crow.
I had brought gifts with me, a couple of dresses and some jewelry I had bought beforehand in the south for Sansas birthday that was coming up soon, and I had to send something.
But I decided to bring them in for this occasion; I would buy something for her birthday later.
For Lord Stark, I brought one month's worth of fish and vodka, for Lady Stark, silk.
For Robb, Jon, Bran, I brought weapons, the best a blacksmith could make.
And for Arya, well this one was hard, I knew she was a fighter, but coming with a weapon to her would put me under some bad spotlight so I opted to get her something that she would like.
Candy, lots of candy, for her and her little baby brother Rickon.
"Welcome to Winterfell Lord Mormont," Lord Stark greeted me as I got off my horse.
"Thanks for the invitation Lord Stark," I smiled as I bowed slightly.
Behind him were his kids, Robb, Arya, Bran, his ward Theon, but the one that caught my adolescence hormone-fueled eye was Sansa.
I never had the pleasure of seeing her before, this was my first time seeing her, and she was beautiful.
Sansa Stark was beautiful, taking after her mother's family with her high cheekbones, and hypnotizing vivid blue eyes, she had a thick auburn hair.
With only eleven years old, I stare in awe, not expecting her to be this beautiful she has grown up to be incredibly hot; her figure is tall, graceful, and womanly.
Oh god, I like a girl, this is so wrong!
I have to stop my thinking and look back at Lord Stark; I can't let myself fall for a child, while is true I'm in another world, I can't forget how wrong it feels.
Then again, we are both teens, but I have nothing to worry about is not as if I could get her.
—-
[Sansa POV]
Mother and Father had instructed me that I would meet my possible future betrothed, Lord Mormont.
I didn't like this at all.
He wasn't the prince I wanted, my knight in shining armor.
"Holy old gods..." Jeyne said, looking to the gates, "He is hot..."
"Jeyne, stop..." I stopped, she was right, he was tall, muscular, handsome, he was nothing to what I expected.
After my father greeted him, he stared at me for a full long minute, his piercing and beautiful silver eyes; I felt he was undressing me with his eyes.
It felt good; why did it felt good.
—
[Back to Ronard]
After Lord Stark introduced me to all his children, he guided me to his office, where I would talk with him and his lady wife.
I still had in my mind the little She-Wolf, but I was safe.
"I want to propose a betrothal between you and my oldest daughter," Lord Stark said, breaking my calculative exterior.
And this moment, my mind was starting to reset, not found, and I probably must have shown my surprise because Lady Stark offered me a drink.
"Here you go some water," Lady Stark said with a soft tone.
"I... why?" I inquired, this made no sense, my father was a traitor, my house was small, yes I made my house rich, and is growing, but people here see more the history than the current state of a house, and by history, House Mormont was not good enough.
"You are a good lad, honorable, and with a good head on your shoulders," Lord Stark said with a smile, "I want my daughter to be safe, happy, and close to home, and I can't think of a better husband to do that than you,"
Oh god, this was... I mean, managing a business, easy! Improving my House, super easy...but this was unexpected.
"I don't know what to say... I... look I gotta be honest, Lady Sansa is beautiful, but I'm just some lord of a small house..." I admitted.
"Then perhaps you are someone worthy enough," Lady Stark smiled.
"You are, of course, free to reject," Lord Stark added.
Taking a full sip of my water I started to analyze the situation, with me, she would be safe, out of the war, the Bolton bastard would not **** her, and she would be close to her family and would see them more often.
"I accept, it's an honor that you considered me worthy enough," I smiled.
"No man in the world is worthy enough for my little wolf, but you are the closest one to be worthy," Lord Stark smiled.
"Don't ever forget that," Lady Stark added, that woman can be downright terrifying, the look she gave me, send a message inside my brain, hurt my little girl, and I will break your balls.
"Aye," I smiled, good parents in this world were rare, I would know.
After that, we went over the details on my betrothal, business deals with Winterfell, and stuff.
I would have to marry Sansa after her first period, or how people called it, when she finally flowered.
Which brought a totally new sense to the word de-flowered.
I was still incredibly uncomfortable with the idea of marrying someone under eighteen, but it was common for women to marry between the ages of twelve and sixteen in Westeros.
But like Tyrion, I would not lay on her bed until she wanted me to.
I may have to follow this world and the rules, but I won't become a monster. Ya
—
After coming to an agreement, and improving with the Starks our commerce routes, I went to get ready for the party that was in honor to announce my betrothal with Lady Sansa.
They had planned the party beforehand; they knew I wouldn't reject, because, in theory alone, Lady Sansa is the best possible lady in the north.
The future Lady Mormont.
I can already see my aunt or should I say great aunt is confusing, exploding with happiness, everyone in house Mormont basically worships the Starks.
We are the most loyal house to the Starks, in all this world.
So I can only imagine that my betrothal will make them explode with happiness and pride in me.
The Bolton's would probably disagree, but if they tried something, I would enjoy destroying them.
Especially, Ramsey Snow, there were three things that I hated, and I would never forgive.
Those who enjoy giving suffering to others, those who ****, and those with no loyalty.
He had three gold medals so far.
—-
The party was somewhat like all medieval parties, food, music, and wine... maybe humanity hasn't evolved that much.
So while the music was playing I went and decided to dance with my future wife, the thought of it was weird, I would have to marry... I didn't marry in my old life... I died quite young... and thanks to God erasing part of my memory; I didn't remember much of it.
But I knew for sure I didn't have a wife.
And soon I would have to marry, Lady Sansa, she was beautiful, but beauty alone didn't make a marriage last.
I can only hope she and I will have something in common.
It would be great if she could engage me not only physically but intellectually.
"A dance, my lady?" I said, offering my hand.
"Yes, my lord," Sansa nodded as she gracefully took my hand.
Once we were in the dance floor, I asked close to her ear making her blush a bit, that was good, she found me attractive at least, "I heard we are to be married, my lady,"
Sansa took a deep breath trying to calm and tame her blush, "I heard as well, I will strive to be a good wife my lord,"
I chuckled, as I whispered her once again, "I know we barely know each other, and there can't be love... yet, but I will try to win your heart... if you let me,"
Sansa was at this point so red that her hair looked white in comparison.
Before I could add something else, Robb approached me, asking for a dance with his sister.
So I decided to dance with Arya, as I smiled at the little girl stepping on my feet to dance, we weren't dancing it was more of a game, that because Arya tfound the dance boring, so I wanted her to enjoy.
"You dance splendidly Lady Arya," I chuckled.
"You're funny, I like it," Arya smiled, as I spun her around.
—-
Authors note: I know some of you want our mc with Myrcella, or Daenerys.
But considering both would take too long for him to get the proposals Sansa was the best option.
Cersei would delay her father indefinitely, because no daughter of her should be in the north in her head.
Daenerys won't even consider a Mormont until she sees what he can do.
After saying that, have in mind that betrothals can be broken, depending on how the political game develops.
Who knows who he will marry in the end, but so far Sansa is his fiancé.
Chapter 5: Chapter 5
After the party ended, I decided to hang out more with Sansa; she was going to leave with me to Bear Island, part of our agreement, I had forgotten in these lands the Lady goes to the man, is quite common it seems.
I have no idea how long does it take a woman generally to get her first period because diets; genetics and stuff come into play, but if I had to take a rough estimation, I would say we have a year or so before it happens.
So with that in my mind, I decided to date her, for that time, take her out, dinner, stuff, show her that there is more than being a lady.
Maybe even teach her how to use a bow, or how to fight, not that she will need it if we end up marrying I won't let anyone touch her o get close to her with intentions of harming her.
"We leave in a week, my lady," I said, approaching her and offering a hand, "I thought you might wanna show me around?"
Sansa smiled as she took my hand while her friend Jeyne giggled behind her, "It would be my honor,"
Sansa started to guide, showing me what she thought was the best in Winterfell, the gardens, towers.
"Do you have gardens in bear island," Sansa inquired.
"Nay, but I suppose that can change," I winked at her.
Sansa giggled, "Well, then I will start looking where I can have a garden once we get to bear island,"
"Whatever you want, my lady," I chuckled.
"I heard all Mormont women fight," Sansa said as she added, "Is that true?"
"Aye," I nodded, but before she got the wrong idea, I added, "Fighting can be elegant too, you know?"
Sansa eyed me for a second before asking, "How?"
"I get that some people don't want to kill, or go to war, it's an understandable feeling, but like breathing we need to know how to defend ourselves," I said, "And there are many ways to do so, you can fight like a barbarian, or dance around the battlefield,"
"Dance around the battlefield," Sansa chuckled, "That almost sounds poetic,"
"The water dancers of Braavos are known for this, they fight elegantly, but with precision," I smiled.
"I don't know, Arya likes that... I find it unladylike," Sansa said.
"You are a lady... if you stab a bunny it makes it ladylike, don't let others tell you what is or what is not ladylike," I chuckled.
"But septa..." Sansa tried to argue, but I stopped her.
"The lady that will never get married, and has never had a man," I joked.
"Don't be mean..." Sansa laughed.
"So how about a picnic?" I offered changing the subject.
"But we have no food..." Sansa tilted her head.
I smiled and pointed at a horse that I had preciously send to follow us from the shadows, with the picnic on his saddle.
"You said, my lady?" I smiled as I approached the horse.
"How did you?" Sansa tried to ask.
"Ah, sorry, my lady, can't reveal my secrets... is about eight percent of my charm... what would I have left if you knew how I did stuff?" I chuckled.
"One day, I will know," Sansa added.
"That day, you will be already head over heels for me," I whispered on her ear, making her blush.
—-
After our first official date, I can say that she's not a bad girl just has bad ideas on her head that are the result of years of brainwashing from her mother and her teacher.
I can see she's doesn't want to fight or learn how to because she thinks it is unladylike, she never said she hates it, she just doesn't think a lady should do it.
But I will show her a lady can do whatever she pleases, and still be a lady.
Fuck the septa.
During my week prior to leaving, I made sure to talk and put some wisdom into her head while making sure we both enjoyed our dates.
The first one was a picnic.
The second one, I made up a treasure hunt, like the ones I use to do back on my past life, with clues, steps, and riddles, the prize a Rose.
The third one, I showed her how to have fun, we had a snowball fight, the winner would get a kiss, even losing I was winning, safe to say I got my kiss.
The fourth date we assaulted the kitchen, she was beyond reluctant to do it. Still, with the right words I managed to convince her, and made a pie-making competition, I have no idea how to bake a pie, she won by a lot on this one, by the end of the date I was fully covered in flour, but so was she, after losing so much I started a flour fight with her, I ended up getting a small peck on the lips again this time.
We had four awesome dates so far.
—-
[Ned Stark POV]
Lord Mormont started to court my daughter almost immediately; I could see he was trying to win her favor and affections, and my daughter was enjoying it.
At first, they started with a picnic, but soon things began to escalate.
Treasure hunts, snowball fights, and they even assaulted my kitchen.
"Did you saw Sansa? She looked like a ghost, haha," Arya laughed.
"I did," I nodded.
Sansa was opening to him, quite fast I might add, I made a good decision, he's putting the effort to make this work, and sometimes that all it takes to make a relationship work.
He was a good lad; I knew that since the day I saw him, he reinforced that when he brought gifts to all my children, including Jon.
He will be a good husband; I'm glad he accepted.
—
[Ramsey Snow POV]
Lord Mormont had been betrothed to Sansa Stark; father didn't care, even though this went against his plans.
But I cared, she was supposed to be mine... because soon I would be a Bolton.
But it doesn't matter the Stark bitch would be mine regardless.
Accidents happen to the best of us; it will be so sad when a pack of dogs eats the young lord... so sad
And after that, I would be there to take the bitch, and make her scream.
"Boys, we will have a special type of food soon...I hope you guys like bear," I laughed as my dogs howled.
—
[Jorah Mormont POV]
It has been four years since I left, I lost everything because of that woman, my house, my honor, my son.
Varys promised me to get the King to give me a royal pardon if I kept an eye on the Targaryens.
I don't want to be lord, for what I hear my son is a hundred times the lord I could ever hope to be.
But I miss my family; I don't want to die with my son hating me.
"I will be back," I muttered.
—-
[Back to Ronard]
It was finally the day to leave Winterfell, Sansa got on the carriage, after giving her goodbyes to everyone.
I decided to have a chat with Robb, nothing serious, I just completely forgot about him during my stay.
I had to look for Jon, that day, and give him a goodbye, too; he was working on the stables that day.
After that, I had a talk with Ned Stark, who didn't say it but outright threatened me if I hurt Sansa.
He was using the famous Scary Dad mode.
Catelyn did the same, and while I know I can take on both, it still made me shiver, I ain't made out of steel.
"Alright," I nodded as I took my leave with Sansa.
Chapter 6: Chapter 6
As we made our way to the ship to go to bear island, I notice that Sansa doesn't have her wolf; in fact, none of the Starks children had their wolves, which means.
I brought Sansa with me before Ned Stark beheaded the deserter, and Jon encountered the dead dire wolf with her babies.
But knowing the Starks, she would get her dire wolf regardless.
I couldn't believe Sansa was coming with me, the actress that played her didn't do her any honor, she was way more beautiful, I still couldn't believe she was to be my wife.
Not how I expected to get a wife, but I suppose it was to be expected, I'm in a medieval world, with a medieval set of rules, things that I know or like just don't apply.
Like Sansa coming with me to get to know me, and her future lands even thought she might want to stay with her family.
I could see it in her eyes, she was sad, and I don't blame her, she met me a week ago, she can't feel completely comfortable with me a complete stranger that is suppose to be her husband, not only that but she's leaving her family.
"Your gonna love the place," I smiled, trying to lighten the mood.
Sansa smiled faintly and said, "I sure will my lord,"
"Oh come on don't be like that, think of it as an adventure," I offered as I smiled, "And from now on call me Ron, all my friends do it," in my mind a cricket chuckled while saying, 'what friends'
Sansa giggled, "Alright... Ron,"
"I know you're gonna miss your family, is to be expected, but try to make the best out of it, my lady," I smiled softly at her.
"Yes, I will miss them... even Arya...don't you ever tell her... but I suppose I will have fun... and please call me Sansa, or I will call you my lord," Sansa smiled.
"As you wish, Sansa," I nodded.
"So what do you plan on showing when we arrive?" Sansa asked.
"I wanted to teach you how to shoot an bow," I admitted, why hide my blatantly obvious plan.
"A bow..but that's..." Sansa stammered a bit.
"Unladylike, psfff, don't pay attention to that, if you don't like it after I show you, then I won't try again... but you can't say you don't like it, if you haven't even given it a chance," I chuckled.
"Alright... but only because I know you won't drop the subject..." Sansa sighed.
"Wow, you are getting to know me," I laughed.
"I have to," Sansa joined the laugh, "I am to be your wife,"
—
The carriage started to move differently, and until it suddenly stopped, followed by a shout of one of my man, "We are under attack!"
Sansa immediately showed fear, but before her fear escalated, I soothed her, "Everything will be alright, I'm your knight in shining armor now... remember?"
Sansa smiled softly as I left the carriage, I know I used a cringy line, but sometimes that's what it takes to calm a storm.
Outside I could see that the driver was dead with an arrow on his head, my man were fighting some Northmen.
These men were very well equipped and trained.
But who in their right mind would try to raid or try to kill a Stark
The growls in the area gave me the answer; it wasn't someone in their right mind; it was Ramsey Bolton.
I had only brought four-man with me, I initially didn't want to bring any, but everyone in the house insisted I needed some protection.
And thanks to that, they were all dead, I will make sure to give something to their families after this.
"Well hello little bear," I heard a sadist's voice said, making his men laugh.
"You are?" I feigned ignorance, the one thing Ramsey wanted was recognition, and I wasn't going to give it to him.
But in the end, even though four of my men died, I can't help but smile at this, Ramsey was on my must kill list, the psychopath just pushed his death ahead of time, and that of his father.
"I suppose you can't know me," Ramsey said, trying to hide his anger.
He didn't have a chance, and it was worse now that he had his dogs with him, animal are my subjects.
"So are you gonna stand there and talk all creepy and stuff, or are you gonna do something," I chuckled.
"A prideful one, I see, I love breaking your kind," Ramsey cackled.
"Threaten me with a good time," I chuckled, "I'm gonna give you one shoot, so hear me well, cause I don't like to repeat myself, come at me with everything you got,"
Ramsey stared at me with a smile.
"I'm gonna enjoy breaking you," Ramsey was at this point excited.
"Sorry, but I'm not into men... and even if I were psychopaths would be really low on my list..." I laughed.
One of Ramsey's man approaches the carriage with the intention of taking Sansa but it ain't going to happen.
Taking Longclaw of my back, I swing my sword slashing his head off with ease, making the now headless corpse fall into the ground lifeless.
"You wanna enter the carriage? It will take more than that," I said in a cold tone, one would generally think that killing for the first time would make things harder, but they were scum, I felt no sympathy for their type, they were below animals, below the dirt, and I don't feel anything but disgust for them.
"Then I will," Ramsey smiled, whistling to his dogs to attack, but none of them moves.
"Forgot to tell you, but I will be adopting your dogs," I smiled as I ordered the dogs to subdue Ramsey.
Ramsey had a shocked expression on his face, wondering how was this happening.
The other eleven men he had brought with him shared the same sentiment.
With Ramsey on the floor with his dogs pinning him and biting him, I turned to the remaining men.
I moved forward kicking the first man on my path on the face with enough force to send him away, flying against a tree, I felt on my feet his skull crack under my boot.
With a smile I dashed forward, hacking at men, swinging my sword left and right, decapitating each and every one of them, their head go flying in the air, blood splattering everywhere.
And now that his men are dead all I have is Ramsey.
"Now, what was that about breaking me?" I chuckled as I cleaned the blood of my sword, "You see, I hate people that break their promises,"
Ramsey smiled, "My father will have your head if you kill me,"
"Oh he is more than welcomed to get it if he proves to be better than me, and frankly, he isn't," I laughed, "I'm also quite attached to my head, so you see my conundrum,"
"If you let me go, he might show mercy," Ramsey was desperate.
"Too bad, I don't care," I smiled as I ordered his and now my dogs to take him away and eat him, and after that they would have to regroup with me on the boat.
I would've let them kill him here, but that might scare the crap out of Sansa with the screams and whatnot.
With this little inconvenience out of the way, I took the corpses of my man and put the of the back of the carriage as I told Sansa through the door without opening, "I will ride the carriage, just enjoy the trip..."
"Your men died, right?" Sansa inquired inside the carriage.
"Aye, they died with honor, protecting their future lady," I said.
"I see..." Sansa said with a somewhat shaky voice.
"Remember what I said, I will protect you," I said as I got in the pilot seat as I ordered the horses to go move.
—
Author note: Ramsey is gone, a bit too early into the show but thanks to this own stupidity.
Sansa is on her way to bear island.
And Ronard kill his first man and yet felt nothing.
Chapter 7: Chapter 7
After the incident with Ramsey, I took the frightened Sansa to my ship; as I waited for the dogs to arrive.
I decided at the end to command the dogs to leave Ramsey's dead body intact, why?
After a long consideration, I decided to end House Bolton, earlier... how?
Well by lying to the Starks, telling them that Lord Bolton had sent his bastard to kill Sansa, that would, in turn, put the Bolton's under a very, very bad light.
That way, I would end the most significant threat in the north before the war even started, and if I was lucky, I might get some lands on the way.
"How long will it take us to get to Bear Island?" Sansa asked, stopping my train of thought.
"Above a couple of hours," I informed her, as I lead the dogs Ramsey had so gracefully given to me.
I wondered if without House Bolton would the Starks win the war? Honor was the downfall of Ned Stark, Love for Robb Stark; they were surprisingly innocent for this world.
I had other beliefs, and firmly agreed with Cersei, when you play the Game of Thrones, you win or you die.
War has no mercy; war has no honor; war has no values; war only has winners, and losers.
And I intended to be a winner; I didn't care for the crown, god knows that shitty crown only brings problems, but I would protect what's mine from everyone, whether I liked or not, my house words had stuck with me.
Here We Stand
I would stand against, the lords, the kings, the gods themselves if I had to, to defend what's mine.
-The Greyjoy's tried to raid the island while you were away- one of my little birds sang, -The krakens destroyed their ships and ate their man-
So the ironborn decided to start raiding again, what an interesting development.
"Thanks, I'll be sure to give you some extra grain," I petted the bird as I smiled.
The Greyjoy's were a cancer, rapers , thieves, that's what their house was known for, nothing more.
It's a grave mistake to even allow them to exist, to begin with.
But I wasn't going to end them, no I would wait, killing them would bring me nothing, but if I waited for them to hurt the Starks, and then destroyed them, I would be handsomely rewarded for it.
Besides my general disgust for them and their culture I had nothing against them, Bear Island was impossible to raid or invade; I had Krakens defending my waters, at all times.
Well, not entirely impossible to invade, Daenerys in a future would be able to do it.
I can control animals not familiars, and if her dragons end up being familiars, they would just fly to bear island.
Of all the people in the world, she was among the few that represented a threat to me in the long run.
But she was also among the few people I wouldn't mind seeing in the iron throne; she was just and fair; her main problem was her vindictiveness.
But in her place who wouldn't want revenge, for what they did to her family? She had while I didn't like it every right to hate those who destroyed her family.
Like the people in the rebellion had the right to dethrone her family.
It was one of those situations nobody was right.
It had crossed my mind, to court her many times, and help her regain her throne, it would be beneficial, but it feels like it would be a drag, to be the king of the seven kingdoms.
Sansa will do, I don't want people plotting to kill me and my kids for all eternity.
But it would be delightfully poetic to see my father's face knowing I'm banging the woman he loves.
I chuckled at the thought, which earned an odd look from Sansa.
"Don't mind me, just imagining stuff," I winked at her.
—
[Daenerys Targaryen POV]
My brother had slowly become a monster; I still remember the days he was sweet and kind.
Those days are long gone.
I am afraid to wake up the dragon.
But one day we will be back in our kingdom, and we will take back what's rightfully ours, with blood and fire.
—
[Sansa Stark POV]
Ronard Mormont, the man that was to be my husband soon, he was tall, handsome, a good warrior, but he was also smart, mother said he alone made his house rich.
Father trusts his honor; Mother admires his mind; he was, by all means, the man any woman would dream of marrying.
But he wasn't a prince.
I always thought I would marry Prince Joffrey, and be his Queen; I suppose that dream is out of reach for me now.
At the very least I can say I like Ronard he is gallant, chivalrous, and swore to protect me, so my duty to my house won't be hard, mother didn't marry for love, but ended up loving father, so perhaps I will love him one day like I would've loved the prince.
But I have noticed something when Ronard touches me; he does as if he shouldn't be touching me when he kisses me, he kisses me as if he shouldn't be kissing me.
I know he likes me like mother says the eyes of a man don't lie, but something about me shakes this.
I wonder what?
—
[Tywin Lannister POV]
Varys informed my daughter about the possible betrothal between House Stark and House Mormont.
The idiot of a daughter that I have can't see the bigger picture.
We have no control over the North, with Myrcella betrothed to the young lord we would've ensured the major economy of the north for us.
And with Sansa betrothed to Joffrey, we would've ensured the North absolute loyalty, with a Stark in the south, keeping them at bait should they should the rise against us.
But now, we have nothing.
If a war were to break-in, the North would have no ties to us; I have to fix this, like always.
The brat would marry alright, but not a Stark.
—-
Author note:
Hey, guys what up, working a lot today but I came with the update!
So a few things, in the last author note I wanted to put it clear things politically speaking won't go as smooth as you guys would think.
Tywin wants Ronard, his money his loyalty.
Sansa likes him, but like the brat she was, she's still infatuated with the idea of a prince she has never seen.
On other things.
I want to let you guys know our MC is definitely strong; no man can hope to match him.
But that doesn't mean he can take on an army alone, yes he is powerful, but if he slips during the war coming up, he can still get hurt.
But on 1v1, no one can beat him, but there is someone in the north that was might give him a challenge.
Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter 8: Chapter 8
It's been three weeks since Sansa arrived at Bear Island.
And my birds have already informed me of three plots against me, these people in the south need a hobby.
Tywin wants to marry me to Myrcella, who, by the way, is even younger than Sansa because he wants to chain me to his house and have Sansa under his careful watch.
Littlefinger wants to kill me, for reasons I have yet to comprehend, I know he is obsessed with Catelyn Stark, but Jesus tone it down.
Cersei wants to kill me before her father succeeds in breaking my betrothal.
But not all is bad, the Bolton's are now an enemy of the North, and in a few days, I will be moving with the other houses to take them down.
Lord Stark has called his banners; it didn't take much, all I had to do was inform of the attack, and have my spies reveal some sensitive information for Lord Stark to find that he was plotting with someone in the south to take the north.
The Bolton's would go extinct quite early, I say.
On the good side, Sansa has been warming up to me, I know she likes me, but I ain't the Prince she wanted.
A date every now and then, a rose here and there, and some elaborated pranks to shake the concept she has of what a lady should be are making her a better person.
She even admitted she found archery... intriguing, she didn't say she liked it, but she didn't say she hated it, which considering she's been under brainwashing for so long I call this a win.
She has the potential to be great, I see it, and I will help her, if she ends up hating some stuff, then it was her choice, not others telling her it was her choice.
"You are leaving today, right?" Sansa inquired, she sounded... worried?
"Aye, but it's alright, there ain't a man that can stop me," I smiled, "I'll be back, I have another overly elaborated date that will end with us covered in something, dirt or flour maybe both,"
Sansa giggled, "I'll be waiting then, my lord, it's a date," With that, Sansa left.
"Are you ready?" Maege asked.
Maege had three daughters, and they were all dangerously powerful, Dacey was tall, taller than me, and Aly was strong like a big man.
The She-bear squad.
I nodded, "Aye,"
"Of course, those Bolton will know what happens when you mess with our family," Dacey said, almost growling.
I remember the day I arrived with Sansa, the moment they heard about the betrothal, they were about to create a black hole of happiness.
That changed when I told them about what lord Bolton had done.
Maege shouted to call my men and to show that old sadistic bastard to not mess with the bears!
Yes, she already considered Sansa a bear.
"Aye, now let's go, I want to bash his head myself," I chuckled.
—
[Roose Bolton POV]
Ramsey had gone and screwed everything up, and now the Stark had called their banners to end me.
At first, I denied giving that order, because I didn't give that order.
But soon, my secret letters with my contacts in the south came to Lord Stark's hands.
It didn't matter now; all I could do was stand my ground and die with honor fighting.
Someone had played me, and quite well I might add.
"Our blades are sharp," I shouted as my man got ready.
—
[Tyrion Lannister POV]
Father had summoned me, which by all means was weird, to help him, which was even weirder.
"To what do I owe this pleasure, father?" I inquired sarcastically.
"I need to go north, and visit Lord Mormont," Tywin said taking a sip of his cup of wine, "I want to know everything about him,"
"Hasn't every spy you have sent been killed... or worse?" If father wanted to kill me, there were certainly better ways to do it.
"That's why I'm sending you, he can't kill you," Tywin added.
"He most certainly can, have you heard how tall it is? He would demolish me," I chuckled, knowing that this would fire him up.
"Don't play dumb, I have enough of that with your siblings," Tywin said, rubbing his temples.
"Fine, I will take my leave," I nodded, is not like I had a choice, once father made a decision was final, whether we wanted or not.
** Tweet tweet tweeting this motherfucker! ** Unbeknownst to them, a bird sang, before flying away.
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[Cersei POV]
Killing a man was easy, if you had enough gold to do it.
Ronard Mormont had become the most desirable man; every Lord wanted a piece of his money, of his success.
But I wasn't going to sell my daughter like a whore, as my father did with me.
He would die, before he even had the idea of putting his cock inside my daughter.
"Contact the faceless man, Varys," I ordered.
"As you wish," Varys nodded.
**Caw caw cawught bitches! I will get my corn!** Unbeknownst to them, a crow was spying on them.
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[Back Ronard Mormont POV]
I departed with three thousand men, and one hundred armored bears to House Bolton.
In a few days, I would be there, and I would end them.
I left forty percent of my army to protect my house, and the dogs the Bolton's so kindly gave me to protect Sansa.
With the Bolton's soon to be out of the picture, my next target would be House Frey, but that could wait for a little, I didn't necessarily have to eliminate all the Frey's, no.
I only had to kill the old disgusting vomit provoking nightmare giver bastard that leads that house.
His sons and daughters weren't that bad, and with a bit of money, their loyalty could be bought.
But if they proved to be like their father, well... accidents happen, and unfortunately for them, nobody would miss them.
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Author Note: House Bolton is against the wall.
Sansa is warming up to Ronard.
Cersei wants to kill him.
Things are getting crazy.
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Chapter 9: Chapter 9
The day to destroy the Bolton's had finally arrived, the weather was cold and dry, with winds shaking the trees slightly.
My man were ready; Lord Stark would be waiting for us in Dreadfort.
House Stark had around nine thousand soldiers, being the most prominent military power in the north, the Boltons were a close second with approximately seven thousand soldiers, followed by the Karstark that had around six thousand soldiers.
In terms of military power, I was the fourth-strongest house in the north; economically speaking, House Mormont was now the first, with my finishing and alcohol business booming, with the lords and the peasants.
But even with higher numbers, House Bolton wasn't stronger than me.
A strategy often beats quantity.
But unfortunately for Lord Bolton, we outnumber and outwitted him.
He was going to die, regardless of what he tried of this battle.
Deep down, I was a bit uncertain about how this battle would end. I knew victory was certain, but coming unscathed was not, it was true I was a super-soldier, with the ability to use any weapon like a master. However, I wasn't immortal, I was still a human, a better and stronger human but a human nonetheless, arrows could still hurt me if I failed to dodge them, swords could still cut me if I didn't see them.
I had to be careful; strength does not equal victory; unfortunately, chance is part of everything.
Was I scared? Not really, I had come to peace with the fact I was a mortal long time ago, but not being scared didn't mean I was going to be stupid about it.
One thing was fighting alone, but leading in the battleground was different, I wasn't just taking care of me, I had to consider the lives of my men, my soldiers, they trusted me to.
But I would come victorious
As gallop with my army to the location where Lord Stark is waiting, I see from afar the Stark banners.
After a few minutes, I arrived at the war tent; Lord Stark was already discussing with his sons and the other Lords what to do.
"I take he didn't surrender," I said, announcing my presence to them.
"Aye, he will fight to his last breath," Robb growled, he was angry, probably because his sister was targeted.
"I brought three thousand men with me," I informed, "I'm pretty sure with our numbers we can overwhelm him,"
While I did believe a good strategy was better than having numbers, I knew Lord Bolton didn't have any strategy.
He didn't have time to plan anything; he was just delaying his demise, with the faint hope he will survive long enough to kill the Starks at the very least.
Besides, if he had a plan, one of my animal friends would've informed a long time ago, he was doomed.
"I'm trying to avoid unnecessary bloodshed, but he is leaving me no choice," Ned Stark nodded firmly, "House Bolton ends today,"
"Aye!" The lords inside agreed me included.
"Thanks too for protecting my sister," Robb said with a smile.
"She is to be my wife, and frankly, I would've done it anyway it," I smiled back.
"Are those...?" Ned Stark trailed off, seeing my armored bears.
"Yes, they are," I nodded.
—
Our armies were around fourteen thousand men, ready to strike, this, of course, wasn't the full power of the North.
The north had around fifty thousand soldiers in total.
Lord Stark didn't call all his banners, just a part of them, to destroy House Bolton.
I was ordered to go on the first line
, with Robb and Jon doing the same from the west.
And just the like that the battle started,
I rush to into the battle in my horse with my armored bears beside me; I would stand my ground and kill as many as I could.
As my bears demolished the frontline.
One man manages to approach me, so I swing my blade at his arm, and it flies across the battlefield.
The man screams in pain and falls backwards, just to be killed by a Bear.
"Push!" I push forward with my soldiers and begin to push the front line of the Bolton's defenses back.
An arrow flies towards me, but as I raise my shield, I notice that the wind changes the trajectory, and the arrow hits my horse in the head, killing it.
I jump off the horse, doing a flip in the air, landing with a superhero style.
I dashed towards the enemies, cutting the arrows with my sword or shield as I slash the closest enemy and killing him.
I continue to slay enemy after enemy advancing nonstop until I something. The Boltons men are retreating! "Don't let them regroup!" I shouted. But then I noticed something else.
An unusually large man, around seven feet tall carrying a giant axe with one hand and wearing heavy armor is charging towards Robb, the first that came to my mind was, 'The Mountain,' but that can't be right.
"Duck!" I shouted, running towards the Stark.
With all my speed I managed to get close to Robb Stark, just in time to push him out of the way, the man has failed his first attack and roared at me, trying to cut me, but with a smile, I dropped into the ground doing a barrel roll dodging just as the man swings his massive axe and buries into the ground close to me.
"Holy shit, that was close," I chuckled, standing up with a single jump.
Robb didn't have time to thank me, because he was already fighting another guy.
The man pulls out his axe and smiles at me, "You are going to die,"
"Sorry, you just lost your only chance when you missed that first attack," I was sure now that he wasn't the mountain that rides, but boy he looked like it from afar, he was around seven to eight foot tall and massively big.
"Big words from a small man," the man roars as he swings the axe down on me.
But I caught his axe by the sharp end with my left bare hand stopping his swing, he was surprised, as he struggled to move the axe to no avail, "Sorry but size doesn't determine the strength of an individual," I then smiled at him as shoved my sword up into his stomach. He coughed blood as he fell backwards with a confused expression of his face, probably wondering how I managed to do it, but I decided to ignore it as I shove the sword deeper into him.
"Monster," The man said in pain,
"Aye, but one that's necessary," I smiled as I punched his head with all my strength, no holding back, for the first time in my life, this, in turn, makes my fist go through his head like it was wood, blood splattering everywhere, safe to say he died instantly as I wince while pulling my hand out of his head, "I did not expect this..."
As I clean my hand of his blood, I noticed that Robb and many men were staring at me, some with fear others with respect.
Chapter 10: Chapter 10
The battle continued, blood, heads, life, and death everywhere, I didn't have time to analyze the situation I just rode on my battle bear, charging at the few enemies that were left.
Killing anything that had Bolton colors on my path.
After my display of sheer strength with the giant man, and with us crushing the soldiers outside, the few remaining soldiers outside the castle surrendered.
I can't blame them, if your Lord is not ready to die with you, then you shouldn't be prepared to die for him.
Now we had to destroy his castle, but Lord Bolton was cruel, my little birds sang that he wanted to use the peasants as a shield, a human shield.
A shield to keep the honorable Ned Stark at bay, Lord Bolton knew this was only a mere delay to his unavoidable demise, but every second counted.
He may have hope something would come up, maybe the Lannister's to help, I don't really know, and I don't really care.
After the battle, we were once again called to the war tent, where Lord Stark started to go over the situation.
"The coward is with his tail between his legs, hiding inside his castle," Maege growled, "coward!"
"Aye," I nodded, as I machinated a plan to infiltrate the castle and kill the bastard, I had better things to do.
"I say we burn the castle; the rats will come right at us!" One of the lords in the table offered grinning.
A bit harsh, but effective, but I hardly doubt Lord Stark would approve of such methods, I know I wouldn't unless it was absolutely necessary, and even then it would be a hard choice.
"We won't do such a thing!" Ned said sounding offended, "We have won, he must understand he can't hold this charade, not for long,"
I knew he wouldn't go it, he is honorable and just to the point is stupid, but that makes him the only person I don't think would stab me in the back.
"We will wait, he will die, eventually," Robb added.
I sighed as I stared outside the tent for a second, wondering what could I do to push this situation to move faster, Lord Bolton had enough food to survive a couple of months, and his castle was good enough to hold for weeks against us.
I had better stuff to do than stay here, waiting for the rats to come out, I would kill rats first.
Lord Stark didn't want to kill innocent people, so my plans were limited to nonlethal options for civilians.
And then the answer came to me, animals, my control over them was the solution, with the right amount of animals I could stage Lord Bolton suicide.
I could have a bird or a rat put poison inside his drink, and no one would suspect of me.
After his death, it was just a matter of time, to wait for his few loyal men discovered his dead body, they would immensely surrender, not having anything to fight for.
"That's is all," Lord Stark voice brought me back to reality.
"This will be over soon," I smiled, giving the lords a foreshadow.
—
My idea was flawless until the moment of truth; the first bird died immediately by poisoning itself.
Which brought me to square one, I would use a bird to make him fall from a tall building.
This idea didn't require any poison; my little birds could consume by mistake and would be considered an accident or a suicide.
I sent forty ravens to the mission; they were loyal ravens, which only desire was to serve me and get some corn, not necessarily in that order.
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[Raven Corn Elite Force—- RCEF —POV]
We were tasked with one mission, to push the human, to make him fall, and we would complete the mission.
Corn was our price, and with blood, with would earn that corn.
*Caw!* One of my partners gave the sign; the human was on the move.
With all our strength me and my forty brothers crashed against the man, pushing him over the edge of this castle; the deed was complete.
Or so we thought, we were in fact wrong and had to kill the other five-man until we got the right one.
We got the right one when we heard some say get out of here Lord Bolton after we pushed the man, we left.
We had killed six bald looking Bolton lookalike man, but we had earned our corn, and perhaps just perhaps I would get some petting, the bears seem to think they are superior because they get it.
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[Back to Ronard]
"So... you guys killed six people in total," I didn't know what to think of it, but if they succeeded, it was good...
*Cawwwwww!* the Raven leader nodded his little head with his feathers puffing up with pride.
"You want some corn now, do you?" I chuckled.
*Cawww!* the Raven nodded but approached me, offering me his little feathery head.
Oh god, the crow wanted to be petted; this is both adorable and creepy; he wants to be petted for killing six people.
"Fine, but don't tell the other birds, I can't pet all of them," I laughed as I petted the crow.
*Caw...(This is marvelous, I have to tell my brothers and sisters that there is something almost as good as corn!)* the crow was enjoying the petting, I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking.
As I petted my loyal bird, one of Lord Stark men entered my ten, "Lord Bolton has been found dead! Lord Stark is calling all the lord to the war tent,"
"Oh, I wonder how?" I feigned ignorance as I petted the bird, before giving the man a response, "Tell lord Stark I'll be there in a minute,"
House Bolton was gone, and in the end, the battle was not what I had expected; my fears while not unfounded were not as big.
"I'll pet you later buddy, I have a meeting," I smiled at the crow who nodded eagerly.
—-
Lord Stark called us to let us know about Lord Bolton terrible demise, some said he killed himself like a coward.
Others said it was the old golds delivering justice upon him.
Others said it was witchcraft, but in the end they all agreed it was for the best.
Now it was time to discuss the winnings.
I wanted part of the lands to create new income source for me, and the north, soon the war would star and made would be of great help.
But I guess I'll have to wait and see
—-
[Robb Stark POV]
Lord Bolton had jumped out of his castle ending his life.
My first real battle and we had won.
"The soldiers will surrender, and we will take the castle," Father said.
"I know it's a bit too early but are you going to appoint a new to the lands or just let them be," Lord Mormont asked, the man had a calculative look on his face, he wanted something out this.
"I haven't decided yet, why?" Father inquired, probably noticing what I saw too.
"Well, I wanted to invest, and create new income sources for the North, I will soon reach the land capacity of my lands, so if I could expand it would be most welcomed," Lord Mormont wanted to expand his fortune and the north riches, it was no secret the man was a genius both in business and in battle, I would know I saw him pierce a man's skull with his bare fist.
"You want all these lands for you lad?!" One of the lords growled, clearly upset with Lord Mormont.
"Oh dear no, I just want a piece so that can add some factories and villages for my workers, I don't care how much land I get, because regardless of it I will make it profitable," Lord Mormont smiled at the lord with a mocking expression, he was saying in other words, no matter what I get I will make gold out of it, but I don't think the same goes for you.
"How dare—-"
"What do you plan to do?" Father inquired shutting up the other lord, like me he was curious, and probably interested to invest, in a trustworthy northmen to make money for our house.
"Well, I had some plans to make our crops more reliably stable, we can't depend on the Tyrells forever," Lord Mormont said with a smile.
"I would love to hear those plans," Father said with conviction, having a self sufficient north was his dream.
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Author note: here it is.
Ronard is learning to use his birds for more than information.
Also guys: I have a fic I've been writing on my notes for a while.
A gamer in the MCU, but the gamer power would be a bit different.
Let me know if you guys would want to see that.
So far for that one I have 9 chapters ready, around 14k words.