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Third Person POV.
North....
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Asha wasn't having an easy time while she was in the middle of the Wolf Forest, fleeing from her pursuers for more than a week...
There were many thoughts in her mind in the past weeks, as she wondered how things had declined so badly.
Certainly, almost a year ago, everything was going well, catching the North off guard as they invaded its shores, without its army, while they had the entire kingdom to plunder — it was easy.
There were obstacles, which was quite common — but everything seemed to worsen due to the fact that her foolish brother started to become reckless when he conquered Winterfell.
He was blinded by his conquest. By some luck, he had captured the most important castle in the North, but, at the same time, she knew it was the most dangerous to hold. The Northerners would not let that happen for long.
And there was no way they could do it. Asha tried to warn him. He should have abandoned the castle.
However, Theon couldn't help but become too ambitious and too proud! Asha believed he was being a fool — after all, they didn't have enough men to hold a siege.
It would only delay them in a fortress that had already been taken.
But pride had blinded him in that regard.
She had to abandon him. That resulted in her capture later by the Boltons. He was tortured, from what she heard — though she didn't know how much at the time.
So, even though he was her reckless and foolish brother, she shouldn't interfere to try and rescue him.
She invaded Winterfell and lost several men in the process — men who were part of the main crew. And she got to where she wanted. But what did she find?
That was no longer her brother. He had been reduced to a fearful, hollow shell that Ramsay Snow liked to play with. It was a kind of being that even disgusted Asha.
A Bolton animal, just like he claimed to be this Reek.
When she found him, she was almost captured. She managed to flee alone, even though she had tried to ask Theon to come with her. That thing didn't follow her, for it was too afraid of Ramsay. She feared fleeing from Roose Snow.
That was frustrating for Asha. Her brother was an idiot, but that was too much.
Then, she managed to escape her pursuers sometime after entering the forest. She had lost more men than she would have liked. She cursed Theon for the next several hours nonstop, frustrated.
She managed to settle inside the Wolf Forest a few days later. She hadn't completely given up yet and kept her eyes on Winterfell, with scouts checking the castle by leaving the forest every day.
Ramsay seemed to be toying with her, sending men to hunt her, but they were all killed. Still, he hadn't sent more than a few dozen.
That lasted for at least a week. Until, then, she received a mysterious letter when a bird flew directly to her... which was very strange, and it was about a certain Daemon Targaryen.
A man she had been hearing a lot about over the past year.
They said he was a sorcerer, some kind of warlock. He could turn into a wolf. He killed the king and toyed with him before leaving him in a bed to die.

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Game of Dragonborn.
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