Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

pain! Heartbreaking pain!

A bone-chilling chill seeped in from all around, as if I was lying naked in the snow...

He groped around, his arms struggling to rest on the cold wall.

The touch of metal appeared first, and he knew that these were chains tied to his hands...

He stared blankly at the chain, which had been thrown to the ground, and the feeling of his bound hands disappeared.

"Squeak~Eee~"

The iron door moved slowly, and he raised his head. The originally closed prison door was actually open.

The prisoner looked down at the chain helplessly. His hands couldn't stop shaking. He subconsciously lowered his body and reached out to pick it up.

What's your name? The master's voice rang in my ears again.

The prisoner was startled, "Reek!" he shouted subconsciously and turned around quickly.

In front of me, only the door was shaking driven by the cold wind, and there was no sign of anyone.

It's Reek, not Greyjoy Theon, not Ironborn, not Stark's adopted son...

He looked up at the open iron door, trembling, picked up the chain, hung it between his hands, buried his face under his body, crawled back with his legs, and moved to the corner.

"I am Reek, I am Reek, I am Reek, listen to the master, otherwise it will hurt too much, it will hurt too much..."

He muttered silently, not daring to have any evil thoughts at all.

"Okay," the master's voice approached, "What a reek!".

Reek saw the soles of his master's shoes, and his face lowered even further, close to the ground, and he suppressed a sneeze as dusty dust flew into his mouth and nose.

“A naked man has few secrets, but a skinned man has no secrets.”

The master's fingers touched Theon's chin, "Look at me, Reek."

Theon raised his head, and the fear forced him to even choke up.

Ramsay Snow's thick, worm-like lips appeared in sight, followed by his pale face with a cruel smile.

"All the ironborn born by the octopus went to the kingsmoot." Ramsay Snow admired Theon's surrendered face and played with the special knife used for skinning. "This is our chance to retake the North. The Ironborn don’t deserve the land of the Northerners, right, Reek?”

Theon smiled a genuine smile born of fear, and replied flatteringly, "Of course, Master."

Ramsay Snow stood up with satisfaction, "Get up, Reek, and come with me to capture Moat Cailin."

Carlin Bay, the northern pass occupied by his uncle Victarion, has guarded the north-south boundary for thousands of years. It only requires a few hundred archers to clear out the enemies coming from the Neck... But it can't defeat the enemy coming from the sea. The iron type that came from.

In addition to his master's whispers and Reek's miserable howls, he finally heard something else.

"Woo!~"

The whimpering horns of the Northern Army sounded, and Theon walked out of the prison door. Ramsay's back was exposed in front of him, but Theon just couldn't resist at all.

They passed through the prison and arrived at the city walls of Winterfell. The Dreadfort Bolton family's Skinned Man flags hung almost all over the outer walls of Winterfell. Theon didn't see any signs of the Skinned Man in the ruins, maybe. The sea monster and direwolf flags that I worked as a cloth maker for when I was a child are still placed in a corner there.

For a long time, Theon thought he was one of the Starks...

Eddard Stark's stern face appeared in his mind. Theon's eyes widened, his pupils filled with dullness, and his legs moved slowly.

"You better hurry up! Reek!" Ramsay urged, striding ahead. "I need you to lead my horse and prepare my meals. You are my slave. Remember, Reek." ”

Eddard's face disappeared, but then came Robb, the beautiful Sansa, the restless Arya, the Bran who kept clamoring to be a member of the Kingsguard, and the damn one who rubbed sauce on his face every day. Little Rickon is Jon, his illegitimate son who has always looked down on him...

Ser Rodrik who taught him martial arts, Maester Luwin who taught him how to read and write, Steward Wynn Poole who always disliked his southern arrogance, and he once favored the little beauty Jenny Poole who would stuff his clothes with food. …

Jon Snow can now look down on himself as much as he wants, and the face of the bastard appears before his eyes again. He is a brave and fearless man of the Night's Watch. He wears black clothes and can fight to defend the honor of the kingdom, and he...

"Chameleon!" The bachelor's body had not been cleaned yet. His empty eye sockets stared at him blankly, but the voice heard in his ears was unmistakable.

He is a chameleon among the people of the North.

"Fighters who guard Roose Bolton in the North! Let's go south to take back the land that belongs to the northerners!"

Ramsay Snow's passionate words were of little use; except for a few vassals loyal to the Dreadfort, most northerners would not listen to Bolton.

The gates of Winterfell slowly opened. Bolton's cavalry uniforms were obviously from Lannister. Some cavalrymen even did not remove the Lannister golden lion emblem.

An army that does not belong to the North, Theon thought as he walked to the stables and pulled Ramsay Snow's majestic warhorse over.

Ramsay mounted his horse and rode away.

…

"Ramsay Snow, the scum of the Skinned Family," Wyman Manderly did not hesitate to belittle the Boltons. "Since your eldest son, Young Wolf Lord Robb, went to war, Lord Horwood and his heirs have He died on the battlefield, and this scumbag led his troops to kidnap the count’s widow, my cousin Lady Donnala! He forced her to marry and locked her up in the tower to starve to death!”

Edard Stark pursed his lips and patted Wyman on the shoulder, "I will pin him to the ground myself and you will execute him."

"That's too easy for him." Wyman looked at the duke he was loyal to. He always felt that the former serious and fair Lord Eddard seemed to have changed a lot.

"Father!" Wyman's eldest daughter, Willfeld Manderly, came over, shouted to her father, then looked down at Eddard timidly and bowed slightly, "Lord Eddard."

Edard smiled, he reached out and stroked Willfeld's long brown braid, "Your daughter will definitely be a strong and competent lady in the future."

Wyman laughed out loud after hearing this, "She would rather be a northern warrior, hahaha!"

Edard thought of his eldest son Robb, who was probably still controlled by Artis in Harrenhal at this time.

"I hope her wedding will be held in the name of the Old Gods," Ed looked at Wyman Manderly and suggested, "After all... the Stark family does not recognize weddings witnessed by the Seven Gods, but only recognizes fish beams."

Wyman stopped smiling and looked at his daughter with a deep look in his eyes, "This is the Duke's suggestion, of course we agree. Manderly has always been regarded as a guest of the South by his colleagues, but we have long been complete northerners, and perhaps it is not a bad idea to go a step further."

Wilfeld said nothing, he knew his father's thoughts.

Wyman moved his fat body, with several servants waiting behind him. He pointed to the distance of White Harbor. Behind the shipyard building, the shape of the ship was revealed in the gap, and countless masts were waving in the distance.

Under the city wall, the army of White Harbor gathered, but the mermaid flag was not in the majority. The flags of the northern army of the direwolf stood like dense bushes, pale and powerful.

Eddard looked at the army in White Harbor and said, "After the situation at Moat Cailin is resolved, send a letter to the entire Westeros that the affairs of the northerners can only be resolved by Stark."

Wyman nodded, "Yes, Lord Stark."