King's landings, the Hallway
Mychal walks through the halls towards the council chambers, thinking about the next meetings, passing by he sees Varys the spy master.
"My Prince, how are you this fine morning?" Varys greets him, Mychal nods.
"Busy Spymaster, more refugees come by the day, putting them to work and other jobs just to keep them busy it stressful" Mychal said, keeping the peace in King's landing it a struggle, the Decepticons have been pushing the refugees into working the fields and digging trenches around the city walls.
Helping increase the defences of the city and give people something to do.
"War does bring out the worst in us, the innocent always seek shelter, and I always admire your charity work" Varys spoke, looking at the leader of the Decepticons. Getting the chuckle from the prince.
"Charity? That's what you call it" Mychal says, seeing Varys always tries to get information from him one way or another, his little birds always seeking into his or the institute doing.
Funny most of his birds actually join the Decepticon and stop working for Varys, seeing how they get more from the Decepticons then spying for Varys, those that got too close.
Well the Decepticons have birds, and dogs and cats.
And children shouldn't be playing with wild animals.
Mychal has Edward keeping animals close to a few Decepticons, animals with better sense of smell when young children sticking their nose too deep in someone's business.
"I hear you spoke to our king earlier, brotherly wisdom I assume?" Varys asked, Mychal scoffs at that, of course Varys has a bird on Joffrey, the little bastard can't shut up about anything.
"Of course, what are brothers for anyway" Mychal said, not giving Varys anything of value, seeing the frown on the Spymaster face brought a smirk of his own.
"Yes…after dealing with those horrid rumours of our king's claim" Varys said off-handedly, he's got Mychal to turn to him.
"His claim? You mean birth-right, Varys? Mind what you say, the king hates false rumours" Mychal states with a smirk, Varys covers his mouth with his hand.
"Oh no no, forgive my prince…I was only to relay what was told from my birds" Varys spoke quickly, knowing he would rather not give Joffrey or Cersei any excuse to have his head.
"Then see to them only stating facts, not falsehoods" Mychal said, heading for the council chambers with Varys running behind him.
Mychal opens the door to see Tyrion, Cersei, Little Finger and Pycelle already inside.
"We're not late are we?" Mychal asked, seeing everyone here but Maron Greyjoy.
"Not at all, only have to wait for the master of ships" Tyrion said, Mychal shakes his head.
"Maron Greyjoy left King's Landing last night with a few of the Decepticons' long ships' ' Varys spoke, getting the council's attention.
"Is the Squid forgetting his duties?" Littlefinger asked, looking at the prince, more close to the master of ships than the rest of them.
"Not at all, seeing how few ships we have compared to our enemies, Marron went to find allies with more ships to match them" Mychal sat down, the others followed suit.
"This should have been discussed with the council nephew" Tyrion said, not liking members leaving without the Hand of the King's knowledge.
"I already spoke with King Joffrey, he approved it" Mychal clarified, Tyrion frowns at the mention of the King, knowing the King authority is above the council. Cersei smiled at her sons.
"Both my sons working together, protecting the family" Cersei spoke with pride, a weird look from Mychal as everyone else.
"What allies does young Greyjoy seek? Our enemies have nearly all the fleets in Westeros" Pycelle asked, seeing that Stannis has the royal fleet and Renly has the Redwyne fleet.
"Marron spoke of some houses in his home that could be worth allying" Mychal spoke, knowing he has to explain this to the council.
"Why would a bunch of iron raiders join us?" Littlefinger asked him, not seeing much use in allying with the Ironborn.
"What's stopping Marron from joining his father now that he is not our hostage?" Varys asked, the council agreed to let Marron live as hostage to the crown with Mychal already taking him in.
"Marron owes me a life debt and the iron-born hate the Stark has much as the Baratheon, vengeances is enough" Mychal states, knowing many would take a change for vengeances.
"I'm unsure we could trust Balon Greyjoy" Tyrion spoke out, but Cersei glared at him.
"Don't you trust you prince and King, the Master of ship is looking for allies, compared to the rest of you" Cersei scowls at them, with Pycelle looking at his notes.
"We never didn't send a letter to Balon about his elder son being a hostage" Pycelle pointed out,
"Guess Balon would be surprised to see his dead son back from the dead '' Littlefinger spoke with amusement as did the others.
As they spoke of more things a guard walked in.
"My lords, a message from Robb Stark" the Guard said, Alton Lannister came through the doors.
"My lords" Alton greets them all.
"Welcome cousin, glad you survived the battle" Tyrion spoke to his cousin.
"Thank you Tyrion, Robb Stark sends me with terms" Alton gives the letter to them, Cersei reads out loud.
"To Joffrey Lannister" Cersei frowns at that, but continues reading.
"If you wish for peace between the North and south, here is my term, First, your family will release my sisters" Cersei lists the terms.
"Nothing new there" Mychal states, everyone seeing the first term.
"Second, my father's bones must be returned to us so that he rests beside his brother and sister in the crisp beneath Winterfell and the remaining in of all those who died in the service must also be returned, their families can honor them with a proper funeral" Cersei list on.
"Do we have to take down the heads then?" Littlefinger asked, they mouthed the northern heads on spikes on the walls, Mychal doesn't approve of it, kicking a dead body does nothing.
"Third, Joffrey and the queen regent must renounce all claim to dominion of the north, from his time to the end of time we are a free and independent kingdom" Cersei finished, ripping the paper up after.
"He has more spirit than his father, I'll give him that" Cersei admitted, Tyrion rolls his eyes at her.
"You perfected the art of tearing up papers, we can give him his father's bones back at least, a geezer of good faith" Tyrion spoke, seeing they can do one of those things.
"Didn't you burn the bodies of the others? I doubt those families would want rotten heads" Mychal points out; they burn the bodies to save time.
"A head is better than nothing, most common folks even see their loved ones" Varys said, a few parts is better than nothing to bury. Cersei looks at her cousin Alton.
"Give the Stark our reply cousin" Cersei orders, Alton nods.
"Did you see my brother while you were the Stark guest?" Cersei asked him.
"I did your grace, they have not broken his spirit" Alton spoke to her, Cersei looked down.
"If you see him, tell him he has not been forgotten" Cersei asked him, getting a nod from Alton.
"Save travels cousin" Tyrion gives his farewell, Alton bows before turning to leave.
"You have a death hand with diplomacy," Tyrion said while Cersei looked ready to leave.
"If that's everything" Cersei said but Pycelle has a note.
"A raven from Castle Black" Pycelle gives the message to Tyrion.
"Trouble with the wildlings" Varys spoke out, knowing what the message was.
"That's why they're called wildings" Littlefinger pointed out the obvious.
"Less wild these days, they stop killing each other and are now following his king beyond the wall" Vary spoke, Cersei scoffs.
"Another king, how many now 5, I lost count" Cersei laughs at herself,
"The closer winter comes the more people look to a solution, this King must be strong to command an army of wildings" Mychal spoke, the history of King's beyond the wall is a title worthy of respect.
"Lord Commander asks we send more men to man the walls" Tyrion spoke, usually a request from the Night's watch, their neutrality makes them beg for charity.
If only they ask for farmers or lords willing to offer their taxes to the Night watch instead of begging for scrapes.
"We're fighting a war we have no man to spare" Cersei says, like right now the crown has their own problems to deal with.
"Cold winds are rising, and the dead rise with it" Tyrion reads, making Mychal raise an eyebrow.
"Ominous" Mychal spoke but Pycelle shook his head.
"The northerners are superstitious people" Pycelle spoke, seeing nothing more to this, everyone starts to leave.
"According to the commander, one of these dead men attacked him in his chambers, Mormont doesn't lie" Tyrion spoke, everyone looked at him.
"How do you kill a dead man?" Varys asked curiously.
"Apparently you burn them" Tyrion frowns while Cersei laughs.
"One trip to the wall and you believe in grumpkins and snarks" Cersei laughs as she leaves with the others.
"Don't know what I believe, but the Night watch what separates us with lies beyond the wall" Tyrion warns them, but Cersei waves him off.
"I have confidence that the men of the Night watch will protect us all" Cersei said, walking away with the others, leaving only Mychal and Tyrion.
"May I see that message?" Mychal asked, Tyrion gives the message.
"At least someone understands" Tyrion said, Mychal reads it.
"Dead men walking, Wildings are more of the North problem then us, would benefit the Lannister's war with the Starks focusing on the Wall" Mychal points out, getting a nod from Tyrion.
"Just like your grandfather, seeing benefits to your enemies problems" Tyrion spoke with a frown but Mychal thinks for a second.
"I'll look into sending someone to the wall, get a better idea on this..dead man" Mychal said to the surprise of Tyrion.
"You will?" Tyrion spoke in shock, never seeing his nephew focus on the wall.
"If we win this war then the North will be an issue for later, if the Wildings can resurrect the dead, I want a Dornishman to tell me, not a northerner" Mychal said to Tyrion confusion.
"Why Dornish?" Tyrion asked, why the Dornish specially.
"Because Dorn is far south, they know nothing of the north and their superstition, so they can tell me if it's a dead man rising from the grave or a man pretending to be dead" Mychal spoke with Tyrion nodding in reason.
"Same if the Dornish claim someone was doing water dancing magic, only a Northerner would tell the truth" Tyrion nods in understanding but finds a flaw.
"Who would go to the Wall from Dorne? they don't like us" Tyrion pointed out.
"They don't like Lannister's but not Decepticons, I'm sure Darkstar can find a volunteer" Mychal asked willing to write another message to Dorne.
"Glad to have someone I can trust" Tyrion spoke looking at Mychal.
"Is Janos Slynt trustworthy? He betrayed Ned Stark" Tyrion asked his nephew, pouring a drink for himself and Mychal
"Hardly, a weak-willed coward who follows those who offer more, taking bribes, blackmail, a weak man everyone uses to control the Gold cloaks" Mychal states his opinion on Janos Slynt.
"Can't have a man like that lead the gold cloaks" Tyrion spoke out, giving a drink to Mychal, who took a sip.
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The Narrow Seas, the Sharp Tooth
Marron Greyjoy sailing on the , the Master of Ships, Admiral to the Decepticon Armada, sailing his ship the Sharp tooth and Claw Isle as he leads the 5 long ships straight to the Iron Islands.
"Sir" A voice calls to Marron, turning to see his first mate, an older man with sideburns and a Decepticon symbol on his chest.
"Gibbs, what the problem now" Marron complains, knowing his first mate Gibbs is always on his ass about something, he is a great first mate in the Armada.
But always on the rules with his guy, he can't have fun.
"Forgive me sir, but you said we're going to the Iron islands" Gibbs said, getting a nod from Marron.
"yeah so what's the problem" Marron asked, Gibbs pulls out a map on the table behind them.
"Then why are we going the wrong way around Westeros" Gibbs pointed out, there heading north to Riverland then the south to Dorne.
"Marron we can't go to the Iron Islands, it will take too long" Gibbs points out, seeing it will take over a month to get to the iron islands going around the north with their ships.
"Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs you got an old map, I got a new one" Marron said, pulling out a new map under his jacket, showing Gibbs the new map.
Gibbs looks at the new map of Westeros, not seeing much difference to the old one.
"What's the difference?" Gibbs asked, while Marron pointed out a side of the Blue Fork River.
"You see that river Gibbs" Marron points out, focusing on the side of the Riverlands, seeing the river is connected to Ironman bay.
"The blue fork is connected to the Ironman bay, But how?" Gibbs states in amazement, as Marron grins.
"Thank our youngest Maester Garth, that bastard of a maester studying the river slowly pushing more water to the ironman bay for years now, so I ask the smart ass, can that process be faster?" Marron asked, explaining how he and Maester Garth were about to help the Blue Fork of the Trident river connect to Ironman bay with a lot of digging, burning trees and this thing called terraforming is the work Maester Garth said.
"Wait, how come I don't know this?" Gibbs asked, seeing his map doesn't show this.
"They haven't updated the maps yet, it takes years to print out new maps and more so to update every single map in the world" Marron grins seeing they have the latest update map that can help cut through Westeros.
"And you know the best part" Marron said, seeing it not the best part.
"House Mallister, the cunts that own the Seaguard are Deceptcons as well" Marron states, having allies close to home.
"So we can resupply there without much cost" Gibbs states.
"Exactly, we cut through the river and make it to Iron Island in 2 weeks or less" Marron states, cutting down the time to sail around Westeros.
"How are you feeling Admiral, going to your family?" Gibbs asked, seeing the iron Islands is Marron's home, Marron frowns for a second.
"Would be great to see everyone again, they would be surprised to see me" Marron spoke with a slight tone, a little nervous about this.
"Like your father?" Gibbs asked, but Marron turned to him.
"What no fuck him, he suck as a king, burning the Lannister fleet and losing to Stannis Baratheon, all the Seven kingdoms took us by the asses" Marron spoke with resentment to his father.
"And he has such a high opinion to himself, fucker thinks he the ironborn, the king to take us to the old way of doing things" Marron shakes his head at his father.
"He is too delusional on the past, he fails to change to the future" Marron spoke as he thinks about the Ironborn rebellion.
"But I worry for my younger siblings, Theon and Yara" Marron spoke sadly at his younger siblings.
"Isn't Theon the Stark's hostage?" Gibbs asked, getting a nod from him.
"Yeah the same, I respect the Starks but Theon can't led the Ironborn be raised by a Stark, and Yara be raised by the delusional bastard" Marron pities his younger siblings, thinking he should have done more for them.
"None of that now, who do we go to for allies?" Gibbs asked, Marron shakes his head, looking at the map of the iron islands.
"Ok My father's not going to help, so no Greyjoy, House Harlaw are the only ironborn that can read and rule the Harlaw the biggest island, House Drumm, Dunstan owe me a life debt and owns a Valyrian steel sword Red rain, that be useful" Marron said in memory, trying to remember which could help him.
"But…oh shit" Marron said, getting Gibbs' attention.
"What's wrong?" Gibbs asked, Marron shook his head.
"I don't remember where the rest of the houses are?" Marron admits.
"What? You were born there, you fought in their rebellion!" Gibbs points out, but Marron shakes his head.
"It was a long time ago and I mainly focus on the Narrow sea, dealing with pirates and slavery is easier than this' ' Marron admits, doesn't recall much in the past with the Ironborns.
"Don't worry, my brother Rodrik has a map of the iron islands with their sigils and everything" Marron thought it out, seeing his brother has a map of which house on the iron islands.
"Great, where is this map?" Gibbs asked,
"In his room…in Pyke" Marron said slowly, Gibbs sign.
"So we're going to your father after all" Gibbs states making Marron sign.
"Yeah, this is going be a fuck up homecoming," Marron said out loud looking at the sea.
"What's dead may never die; at least the dead don't have to deal with this shit" Marron spoke with envy, knowing it was going to be a crazy shit storm when he gets home.
LINE
Ironborn Isles
Theon stepped off the ship and let out a breath. He was home. The place where he was born before he was taken to live with the Starks. He may have lived in Winterfell for more than half of his life, but he had always enjoyed the smell of the sea.
The moment passed and he glanced around the dock before he frowned. Other than a few sailors, there was no one to greet him. He the heir to Pike and the Iron islands, you think that his father would at least send a few guardsmen to escort him to Pyke.
"What is she carrying?" an old fisherman nearby Theon spoke up.
"Myrish oranges, wine from the Arbor..." Theon answered before smirking a little, "and the heir to Pyke and the Iron Islands."
The fisherman's expression didn't change at Theon revealing his identity.
"The only living son of Balon Greyjoy, me" Theon tries again, but the old fisherman ignores him.
"I need to get to Pyke," Theon informed the fisherman, who merely glanced at him. Theon signed as he held out some gold coins to the fisherman who then nodded.
"I'll find yah a horse," the oldman said before walking off.
"I'm heading that way." a woman's voice said behind Theon. "I could take you there."
Theon observed the girl. She was about his age, and he could not deny that she was very fine looking.
"I bet you can," Theon remarked, making no effort to be subtle.
"Been at sea long? Or no woman where you came from?" the woman said, Theon thought he saw a hint of disappointment in the girl's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.
"None like you" Theon flirts with, seeing the girl smile back.
"You don't know what I'm like" the girl walked back, Theon following like a hungry dog.
"You know who I am?" Theon asked, the woman turns away
"You think I offer free rides to every man in jewellery... Lord Greyjoy?" Theon grinned before handing another coin to the fisherman, who had walked up with a horse.
"Have my things sent up to the castle." The old man looks at the coin then to the leaving Greyjoys, signs as he does to get the young greyjoy's things, but the old man looks up to see another long ship, bigger than Balon's son, with two decks and a shark like fish on the sail.
"By the drown gods, look at this place, after 10 years you think they fix this place up but no it looks even worse than before" Marron spoke out loud, jumping off the ship then turning to Gibbs.
"GIBBB! Hold the Sharptooth here, I'll be back later" Marron orders walking on land, but stops.
"If anyone tries to board my ship, capture them and put them in the brig, I want to kill them myself" Marron grins, getting nod from his first mate then turning to an old man with a horse.
"Hey old man, I need that horse," Marron said, grabbing the horse from the old fisherman.
"Wait, who are you?" the old fishermen asked, seeing the man take the horse and mount it.
"Marron Greyjoy, back from the dead" Marron grins, riding the horse, gallops down the docks leaving behind a shock fisherman.
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Castle Pyke
Theon entered his home for the first time in years. He saw a man sitting in a chair by the fire.
"Father," Theon greeted.
"…Nine years, is it?" Balon Greyjoy mused out loud.
"They took a frightened boy... what have they given back?"Balon asked, not looking at his son.
"A grown man. Your blood and your heir," Theon answered.
"We shall see," Balon stated without even looking at Theon. "Stark had you longer than I did."
"Lord Stark is gone." Theon states, Balon slowly turned towards Theon with a piercing gaze.
"And how do you feel about that?" Balon asked, Theon hesitated before he answered.
"What's done is done. There's no point in dwelling on it. I brought you a proposal from Rob Stark" Theon tries to say.
"Who gave you those clothes?" Balon interrupted as he stood up from his chair.
"Was it Ned Stark's pleasure to make you his daughter?" Balon calls out to him, Theon stared back for a moment in confusion.
"If these clothes offend you, I will change them." Theon said,
"You will," Balon retorted, looking Theon up and down.
"These are the Iron Isles, men don't dress like girls... and that bauble, did you pay the iron price for it, or gold?" Balon asked him.
Theon glanced down at the clasp for his cape.
"I asked you a question, did you pull it off the neck of a corpse you made or did you buy it to match your fine clothes?" Balon spoke again as he stood before Theon.
"Iron or Gold?" Balon leaned closer to him.
"Gold" Theon spoke softly as Balon reached up and jerked the clasp off. He turned and walked back towards the fireplace.
"I won't have my son dressed as a whore. My fears have come true. The Starks have made you theirs." Balon started looking at the fire.
"I am a Greyjoy. My blood is salt and iron," Theon insisted in anger.
"And yet this Stark boy sent you to me like some trained raven," Balon mocked.
"His offer is one that I proposed." Theon states
"He heeds your counsel?" Balon asked with genuine surprise.
"We grew up together, fought at each other's side, and he considers me a brother." Theon explained.
"No, not here, not in my hearing, you will not name him brother," Balon growled in anger.
"This is the son of one of the men who assaulted our island, who put your true brothers to the sword, or have you forgotten your own blood?" Balon spoke in rage.
"I have not forgotten my brothers. I remember when my father was a king," Theon stated, Balon stared at him for a moment before taking the letter that contained Robb's proposal. He opened it and read over it.
"I see, I destroy Robb Stark's enemies for him and he will make me king of the Iron Islands once again." Balon mused.
"I'll gladly lead the attack myself." Theon stated,
"Oh, you will?" Balon mockingly asked.
"I am your son, your only living heir, who else would you send?" Theon asked, they were interrupted by the door opening and Theon looked on in confusion as the girl he met at the dock entered the room.
"What are you doing here? How did you get past the guard?" Theon asked in confusion.
"Anything with a cock is easy to fool," The girl remarked before she stood next to Balon.
"My dear," Balon said as he placed a hand on her shoulder. Theon stared for a second before realisation hit him.
"Yara?" Theon said in shock. It was his sister! This whole time it was his sister, and she didn't even tell him. Theon also felt the urge to vomit, he had tried to seduce his own sister, even touch her.
"So good to see you, brother, this will be something to tell my grandchildren" Yara said with a smirk.
"She can't lead an attack?" Theon states.
"And why not?" Balon returned, looking at her with pride
"You're a woman," Theon points out.
"You're the one in skirts" Yara mocks him.
"This isn't Winterfell, your sister took command of your eldest brother's ship after he was killed by your new family. She has killed men, she has commanded ships, and she knows who she is." Balon said, holding his hand on his chest.
"What is dead may never die" Balon spoke for his fallen sons, the door opened again, shocking everyone.
"Who dares enter my…." Balon looks in shock and horror, seeing Marron Greyjoy grinning at them with fancy armour and a red cloak like jacket.
"It's so easy to enter, it's like everyone is seeing a ghost" Marron grins, with his arms on the side looking at his family.
"Marron?!" Both Theon and Yara look at the brother in shock, seeing him alive and well,
"Butttt…howww?!" Balon spoke astonishment, seeing his dead son back and alive.
"What's is dead may never die hahahahahha" Marron laughs at everyone then turning to his siblings.
"THEON! YARA! All grown up! Come here you two" Marron runs to his siblings, pulling Yara away from Balon and hugging the both of them.
"Look at you two! So tall and amazing! Theon looks smart with this armor. I love it, and Yara, sweet little Yara, why wear man clothes? you look better in those dresses me and Rodrik got for you, so cute, oh but look at me, mother would be so proud of you two!" Maron hugs the two, showering them with affection as he kisses their cheeks.
"LET ME GO!" Yara pushes Maron off her; pulls out a sword at him.
"Oh Yara, watch the pointy sword," Maron said, holding his hand up, but Yara kept her sword.
"Yara what are you doing, it's Maron" Theon tries to say, but Yara pulls him behind her.
"My brother is dead, he died in the sea from Ned Stark and Robert Baratheon" Yara spoke with her arm, but Marron smiled.
"Remember when you picked up Rodrik sword, you nearly stab him, tell him you will take his ship from him, iron price style, Rodrik got a cut on his leg before I caught you, I 'help' you beat our big brother, for sparing his life you got to ride on his ship for a day" Marron spoke in longing, remembering simpler time as Yara lowers her sword.
"Marron" Yara starts to tear up, giving Marron a hug as he hugs her back.
"I'm so proud of you" Marron spoke to her hugging her tightly, Theon smiling.
"Come on, Theon, there's a hug for you too" Marron spoke, Theon smiled as he hugged Marron, the siblings enjoying each other's embrace.
All while Balon looks at his children in shock, slowly getting his voice back.
"How…are you still alive?" Balon asked, breaking the hug as Marron looked at his father.
"After Rodrik was killed, you send me to take the remain fleet to attack King's landing, however you fail to mention the amount of ships and men I would face, I tried to fight Stannis Baratheon and his royal fleet, but my ship got rammed though and I was lost in the sea" Marron explains while glaring at his father.
"Next thing I knew, I woke up on the beach with a few men pushing my chest, this one of them was Mychal Baratheon, first-born son of Robert Baratheon" Marron grins, making Balon narrow his eyes.
"The son of the man that attacked us saved your life?" Balon asked in bewilderment.
"Yes he did, Mychal saved my ass and protected me from his dad and everyone else wanting to use my little ass" Marron spoke of Mychal with admiration.
"Mychal Baratheon? You're a Decepticon" Theon looks at the purple symbol on Marron's back, the Decepticon symbol but with bones crossed behind them.
"Not just any Decepticon brother, I'm the Admiral of the Decepticon Armada, and the Master of Ships as well in Joffrey court" Marron brags to them.
"Master of ships? Isn't that Stannis' position?" Yara asked, knowing the basics of the King's council, seeing that Stannis was the one to smash the Iron fleet.
"It was until he claimed king of the iron chair, now it is mine" Marron spoke as Balon looked at his newly revised son with pride.
"Thisss..is great my son" Balon said with pride, looking at Marron who raised an eyebrow at him.
"What is dead may never die! Now look at you, claiming ships for the Iron fleet, you make me proud son" Balon spoke in pride but Marron frowned.
"I see…when did they begin to be a part of the iron fleet?" Marron asked, making Balon look at him.
"Isn't that why you return, to be my heir and claim Pike?" Balon spoke out, Theon looked at him in betrayal, his father showed affection to his older brother but even Yara frowned at her father.
"That's funny story, I was going around the iron islands to ask for help but…I forgot where everyone one was so I came here for Rodrik special map of the iron islands" Marron spoke, seeing a message on Balon hands.
Thinking fast he stole the message from his father.
"Robb Stark? Oh now you want allies, didn't agree with me last time" Marron spoke out in anger, Balon snatched the message back.
"Last time?" Theon asked Yara, she shrugs not knowing.
"I told you we need allies for the first time, Dorne for example but nooooo, the almighty ironborn don't need allies, now you going with the Starks this time for a bloody crown" Marron points in rage, the Iron Rebellion could have gone differently if they didn't follow Balon's leadership.
"No one, give me a crown," Balon continued to speak while burning the message from the Stark.
"I pay the Iron Price. I take my crown, for that is who I am. That is who we've always been." Balon spoke out, glaring at his oldest son, Marron scowling at him pointing at his clothes.
"The last time you paid the iron price, Robert paid it back twice over, hell you didn't get those clothes from either iron or gold, that our grandfather Quellon clothes, you lazy bastard" Marron insulted, Balon glares at him walking to him.
"And what of your clothes, you pay gold for yours?!" Balon insults back, but Marron smirks while holding his jacket.
"Bitch I paid both the iron and the gold, killing a fat slaver in the sea, taking this jacket and paying gold for a fitting, I look amazing" Marron turned around to show off his clothes before turning to Balon.
"When was the last time you did anything, all you did is sit on your ass, moaning the time Robert took your crown back, make you his bitch" Marron insults his father, Balon when to slap him.
But Marron caught it, father and son glaring at each other.
"Fight like a woman now, I didn't destroy the Iron islands, you did" Marron spoke out, throwing Balon hands out before turning around and smiled at his siblings as he wrapped his arm around their shoulders.
"Come on siblings, we have so much to catch up on" Marron grins, leading his siblings away from their father out the door.
Balon glares at his children leaving him, shaking his hand in anger. Balon snarls, grabbing a candle stick and throwing it at the door in rage.
All while Marron leads his siblings away from their father.
"So dad is taking another iron crown again" Marron asked his sister, nodding after hearing the shouts of their father.
"Which means everyone is coming here to plan right?" Marron grins at his sister nodding.
"What are you up to Marron, you work for the Lannisters" Theon spoke out, but Marron chuckles.
"Who said anything about working for the Lannisters" Marron retorts, this would be better than Marron thought, why go to the other ironborn when they're all meeting here.