Game Of Thrones... With A Twist

A Clash of Kings - Chapter 13

<The next morning, Lord's Chamber, The First Keep, Winterfell, The North...>

Prince Theon Greyjoy, son of King Balon Greyjoy of the Iron Islands, rolled about in his bed, reaching for the warmth of a woman's body... only to find it completely missing as he got up.

Theon's eyes opened in confusion... and found no sight of Osha the Wildling girl, causing him to look around wildly for the girl he intended to take as a saltwife.

The Turncloak looked around a bit more before he felt a cold fear start rising in the pit of stomach.

<Half an hour later, The Yard, Winterfell The North...>

Theon and half of his Ironborn crew surrounded the dead body of their own, the death only hours old as Theon asked somewhat incredulously, "A cripple? You let a cripple escape? The boy can't walk, but somehow he slipped past you?"

"The giant must have took him." The bald Ironborn that had disrespected Theon back on Pyke suggested.

Theon looked at the man incredulously as he asked, "The giant? Hodor? Oh, that's all right, then. You let a halfwit escape with a cripple. And Rickon, too? The little one?"

"Gone, with the wildling woman. The one you were fucking." The bald man answered brazenly.

Theon's back was turned to them all... so none of them could see the rage that ignited in his eyes at Osha's betrayal before he swung around and punched the bald man, downing him in one shot.

Theon lightly shook his somewhat weaker wrist before he kicked the downed man... repeatedly, for his insolence.

Theon breaths came harsh as he stopped before looking at the other Ironborn, "Right. Get the horses and the hounds." Theon ordered brusquely, causing Dagmer to smirk at the Ironborn the boy was becoming.

<Minutes later, Ironborn Hunting Party, Wolfswood, The North...>

The hounds and horses of Winterfell were put to use by the Ironborn as one of the raiders called, "Come on, I found the scent."

Dagmer, who rode at the front, called for a "Halt!" as the hounds stopped, seemingly sniffing something, causing the entire hunting party to stop.

Amongst them was one unfortunate and reluctant Maester Luwin, who was approached by Theon Greyjoy as the Turncloak asked, "Enjoying your first hunt?"

"So far, hunting seems very similar to riding, my lord." Maester Luwin answered calmly.

"With hunting, there's blood at the end." Theon stated, his rage at the escape of the Stark boys fueling to find them and make them pay for not listening to his words.

"They're little boys." Maester Luwin said, trying to calm Theon down.

"I was a little boy when I was torn away from my home and brought here. But I kept my word. I never ran away. If I find them soon enough, I won't hurt them." Theon stated, but Maester Luwin's silence goaded the truth out of the Ironborn, "Well, I'll hurt them, but I won't kill them."

"Those boys are of far more value to you alive than dead." Maester Luwin advised, still trying to save the boys that he had brought into this world with his own two hands every time Lady Catelyn gave birth since the end of the Rebellion.

"They have no value to me missing." Theon stated plainly.

"Robb will have sent a force to retake Winterfell by now." Maester Luwin stated, warning Theon of the King in the North's retribution.

"Robb's in the Riverlands. My sister's in Deepwood Motte. She'll get here long before they do. And Ned Stark always said 500 men could hold Winterfell against 10,000." Theon stated confidently... just as a hound let out a howl with one of the Ironborn calling, "We have a scent!"