Game Of Thrones... With A Twist

A Clash of Kings - Chapter 4

<Same time, Port, Pyke Island, The Iron Islands...>

A boat docked upon the wharf as one figure dressed in fine clothes with a brooch got onto the wharf with a smile on his face at stepping foot on his homeland after nearly ten years away from it.

The cloaked young man expected to see a great number of lords or important Ironborn... but he was confused as to why there was no one there to receive him. 

After all, he was the last living son of Balon Greyjoy and Heir to the Iron Islands.

"What's she carrying?" An old voice asked, turning Theon Greyjoy's head towards an old timer that regarded him somewhat calmly. 

"Myrish oranges, wine from the Arbor... and the Heir to Pyke and the Iron Islands." Theon answered... although the man didn't react whatsoever.

"The only living son of Balon Greyjoy." Theon tried again, even as the man still looked at him as if he were a stranger. 

"Me." Theon stated, deciding to blunt about his identity.

The old timer only looked down as he spoke, "I don't like wine. Woman's drink."

Theon's face soured slightly before he requested, "I need to get to Pyke." 

The old man only looked at Theon blankly... which caused Theon's eye to twitch before the young man pulled out a some coin for the man, who took it as he said, "I'll find you a horse."

As Theon watched the boat from the ship he had arrived on sailing away, the young Ironborn hoped that Robb would be all right without him.

Oh, how he would come to regret stepping foot on Pyke.

"I'm heading that way. I can take you there." A feminine voice said as a somewhat attractive young woman with brown hair wearing black leather clothes that only hid her skin approached him. 

The clothes hid none of her figure, which caused Theon's eyes to roam across her lecherously, "I bet you can." He quipped.

"You've been at sea long? Or were there just no women where you come from?" She asked him as she walked backwards, Theon following after as he spoke, "None like you."

"You don't know what I'm like." The young woman stated. 

"Maybe you don't know what you're like. Maybe you need someone to teach you." Theon flirted, already somewhat bewitched by the young woman's beauty before he asked, "Do you know who I am?"

She turned and walked forwards as she replied, "You think I offer free rides to every man in jewelry, Lord Greyjoy?"

As Theon passed the old man that had retrieved him a horse, Theon passed him more coin as he ordered, "Have my things sent up to the castle."

The old man had the distinct impression that he was being treated like a mainland servant instead of an Ironborn... oh, how disappointed Balon Greyjoy would be at the sight of his pathetic son...

<Half an hour later, Pyke Island, The Iron Islands...>

Theon sat on the back of the horse with the young woman handling the reins as they both rode up the path towards the castle of Pyke, seat of House Greyjoy.

Theon enjoyed the smell of the salty sea air along with the feel of the sea breeze... and the feel of a virile, young and beautiful woman against him.

"You should give me the reins. I'm a better rider than you. I've been on horseback for the past nine years." The Greyjoy boasted whilst the young woman asked, disbelief coloring her tone, "Nine years? Do you still know your way around a ship? Have these hands ever touched a rope?"