Game of Thrones: The Prideful One

Chapter 13:

Author note: so now the notes will be up here.

Soon the prologue arc will end, I think 3 or 5 more chapters to start the canon.

But the game will have some players missing,

So far for Ronard things have go relatively easy, but he has yet to meet the big players, anyway enjoy!

The Ironborn would soon experience my wrath, but to make it, so I don't get in any political troubles, I need to let them win one thing.

They need to think they could make me pay the iron price, if I attacked them out of the blue, I would do nothing but ensure the wrath of the seven kingdoms as hypocrite as it sounds.

But if they attacked me first, then it would be fair for us to retaliate.

After all, that is the Iron culture, the Iron way, the iron price, but I wasn't going to pay the iron price.

There were other ways to start a war.

I wasn't going to let them take my family or anything, not even if that won me the fucking throne, but like they said, there are other ways, sometimes you have to risk something, so I would let them raid me, and then I would destroy them.

I still can't understand how they even allowed them to live in the first place.

Or how Lord Stark sent his daughter here, effectively putting her in danger, then again, he let her go to kings landing.

Perhaps Lord Stark must have assumed the Greyjoy's would keep themselves from raiding bear island with his daughter here because he had Theon, but in reality, all he did was make it, so they want to do it even more.

Regardless of that, I had a plan that would give me a motive.

Letting them attack me would suffice me as a good enough reason to kill them all, and as a plus would render Theon as a non-threat, without his house, he would never betray the Starks.

'Boys let the Ironborn raid us,' I commanded.

*As you wish, master,* the krakens said.

Now with the plan on rails, time to hang out with Sansa before being kidnapped by the ironborn.

I spent a couple of hours with her, she has taken quite the liking to archery, being quite good at it.

She still doesn't admit she likes it, but when offered to go, she doesn't say no.

"I feel I'm getting better," Sansa said with a smile.

"Aye, now you know how to shoot those who annoy you," I joked.

"Arya would be the first one to get an arrow then," Sansa laughed.

"See, I told you, I knew you would like this, does this makes you any less of a lady?" I inquired.

"No, but I never said I liked it," Sansa said.

"You don't need to say it, I know you like it," I teased with a knowing smirk on my face, "why would you practice alone if you didn't?"

"I will not acknowledge that with an answer," Sansa huffed.

"Hahaha, as you wish, my lady," I chuckled.

"Fine I don't find it as mind-numbing as I thought it would be." Sansa admitted quietly.

"Mind-numbing is what the septa taught you," I said with a cold tone, "Women are more than a decoration, more than a bag to carry a child, they are life-givers, and life takers, they are love and hate, they have endless paths to choose from but idiotic shit brained people brainwash them into believing they are nothing but tools," I might have let my emotions control my answer.

Sansa was a taken back by answer, "I didn't think you had such a strong opinion about it,"

"I do, be it a man or a woman, you are the captain of your own destiny, don't let others tell you what or how to live life," I smiled.

And so the days passed with me going over my normal Lordly duties, and hanging out with Sansa, bit by bit I was getting to know her, and she was getting to know me, to the point she admitted liking the bow, but finding swords and close combat scary, but this was her answer, not the septa no her mother.

So I bought her a crossbow I had commissioned for her, the weapon could shoot twelve consecutive bolts before needing to recharge.

I made this weapon myself, well the blueprints for it, tinkering with what I remembered from crossbows and stuff.

I am by no means an engineer, but I managed to make it with my blacksmith and local engineer.

This way, she would be able to take many targets if she ever felt threatened.

-Ironborn approaching- one of my birds sang.

"I'm afraid I have to leave you, my lady," I smiled.

"I'll miss you, my lord," Sansa smiled

I ran towards where the raid was going to happen, and then I waited.

A couple of hours later, the ironborn arrived, and the battle started.

I rushed hacking at the men left and right, cutting through their flesh like butter, I had to make sure they noticed me.

"All help, Lord Mormont!" One of my men shouted, rushing to aid me.

And all the iron born turned to see me, Bingo.

"Come to me!" I taunted the ironborn, among them a woman, if she was who I think she was, this was a jackpot.

I parried the first attack, and with a swing of my right sword, I cut the man's throat, today I was dual-wielding, Longclaw on my left hand and a standard sword on my right.

I continued to dash forward, killing the men left and right, blood splattering everyone, tainting my clothes as I rushed them into oblivion.

"Holy shit. retreat!" The woman shouted at her men, clearly disturbed by what she was seeing, but before she even had the chance to get into her ship again I lunged my sword into the ground and threw with my now free hand a knife at her hand nailing her to the ship, "Ahhhhhhh! Shit!"

"You ain't going anywhere, Greyjoy!" I chuckled as I grabbed my sword and continued to kill the Ironborns one by one.

Her men tried to protect her, but my forces were overwhelming hers.

I alone was overwhelming the ironborn; it wasn't before long that all her men were dead, either by blood loss or dismemberment, as I stood above the piled-up bodies with a dark grin on my face.

"Hello, Asha Greyjoy, how wonderful to have you here," I chuckled with a dark undertone, grabbing her face, she tried to punch me, but I stabbed another knife into her free arm.

"Ahhhh! Fuck you!" Asha growled.

"Feisty, we can't have that now, can we?" I smiled, punching her stomach with enough force to make her cough some blood.

"Fuc-" she tried to insult me again, but I cut her off with a kick to her chest, I despised the ironborn, she encouraged her man to ****, and sack innocents, for that she wasn't a woman to me, not even a human.

"Tatata, What would your father think of that language?" I scolded her.

"What are you going to do with me?" Asha asked after a minute of silence, probably recovering from the hits.

"With you nothing, maybe make you feel what all those people you raided felt but with your house that's a different matter," I answered, as I ordered my man to take her away.