Game Of Thrones... With A Twist

A Clash of Kings - Chapter 11

<The next morning, Maester's Turret, Winterfell, The North...>

Maester Luwin hurriedly locked and bolted the door that led to the Maester's Turret amidst the screams of the folk of Winterfell at the sudden attack that they had experienced.

Hurriedly grabbing a piece of parchment and a quill with an inkwell, the aged man began to write his urgent missive... only to gasp as he heard the door to the turret being hit as the enemy drew closer.

Looking up to one particular crow, the maester quickly rolled the parchment with his urgent missive and opened the cage that held said crow, attaching the missive to its leg, even as there were harsh knocks on the door of the Maester's Turret.

Securing it, the old maester hurriedly ensured that the bird was set loose, flying into the brisk Northern air... just as the door to the Maester's Turret was forcibly opened and in barged two Ironborn soldiers that immediately drew their blades, apprehending the old man... who could only hope that the Northern army received his missive in time to save the North from invasion.

<Same time, Bran's Chambers, The Great Keep, Winterfell, The North...>

One Theon Greyjoy forcefully barged into Bran's chambers and spoke triumphantly, "I've taken your castle."

Bran, blessed lad was still asleep, woke up blearily and asked, "Theon?"

"It's Prince Theon, now. Get up. You have to get dressed. I've taken Winterfell. I took it. I'm occupying it. I sent men over the walls with grappling claws and ropes." Theon stated urgently, trying to get his point across that the Starks no longer ruled Winterfell.

"Why?" Bran asked in confusion at his brother's best friend's words.

"To take the castle." Theon stated once more calmly.

"You went with Robb." Bran stated in confusion at this sudden twist.

"And he sent me back to Pyke. I'm a Greyjoy. I can't fight for Robb and my father both." Theon stated with some pride in his lineage before he turned and asked Bran, "Where's Hodor?"

"I don't know." Bran answered in a low tone at the apparent betrayal from his father's former ward.

"Find the halfwit." Theon ordered one Dagmer Cleftjaw, Theon's second-in-command, before the Turncloak announced proudly, "My men are bringing your people together in the courtyard."

"Why?" Bran asked warily.

"So you and I can go down and tell them how you've yielded Winterfell to me." Theon stated smugly, as if speaking to a child.

"I won't." Bran said defiantly.

"Yes, you will." Theon started aggressively, trying to get Bran to yield, but being an acting-lord had built some fire in the young Stark, "I won't. I'll never yield. We'll fight you and throw you out." Bran said confidently as he got up to sit.

Theon scratched his nose slightly before moving to sit next to Bran on the boy's bed before he spoke, "The castle is mine. But these people are still yours. You'll yield to keep them safe, to keep them alive. That's what a good lord would do." Theon spoke, causing the young lad to think.

"Think carefully about what you want to say." Theon added before he got up to once again see his preparations as the new Lord of Winterfell.

"Theon." Bran called lightly, getting the Ironborn to stop in his tracks.

"Did you hate us the whole time?" Bran asked calmly, causing Theon to purse his lips before he walked away without replying, unable to answer that question truthfully and in the way that his father would have wanted him to.