Game of Thrones: The Prideful One

Chapter 15:

Author Note: I will have a Patre.on where I will have up to 20 chapters ahead, once I have enough chapters ready I will post the link for you guys if anyone is interested!

Here I will post 7-10 chapters a week and in the Patre.on I will have always between 15-20 chapters ahead .

As right now I have 5 ( and that's with one arm!)

By tomorrow I should have more, I will post the Patre.on once I have at least 10 chapters ahead of the Webnovel update.

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Asha Greyjoy would die; while it was true, I told her she would survive, all I wanted was to give her a taste of her own medicine, like her people I would take all from her.

"My lord! we are getting close to the Iron Islands," one man entered my chambers inside the ship.

"Good," Soon everything would be over, they are to blame, forcing me to play the game, I never wanted to play the game, but if I have to play it, I will play it like a pro.

Asha was practically mute after I showed her one of my abilities, and I can hardly blame her, this was what I intended to show her the meaning of true fear before taking everything.

"One would think you would be more happy, after all, I am taking what is your with the iron price, isn't that what your culture teaches?" I laughed, but even that didn't bring a reaction from her, she just stared at the floor.

It seems all her snark and potty mouth died with her spirit.

I stood outside my chamber, and I could already see the ships of the Ironborn, the massive navy, but unfortunately for them, I had ordered my army of Krakens to stop anyone from leaving.

Making the strongest navy force in Westeros nothing but a fancy decoration.

But they still had a big army, over twenty thousand men, that was if they had the time to call all their banners, and they didn't, the Greyjoy's would fight me mostly alone, and then I would force the other houses in the Iron Islands to submission or oblivion.

Or maybe I would kill them all, who knows, all I knew for sure was that the Iron Islands would be mine, whether they liked it or not.

"My lord! we are to arrive at the coast in two hours," A soldier said, approaching me.

In two hours, and my men, my battle bears and krakens would unleash their wrath upon the bastards ruling the iron islands

"Thanks, go back to your post, and tell the men to be ready," I nodded, soon very soon, I would have a seat in the game, I didn't even want to play.

I didn't want the Throne, I didn't want to play this stupid game, but I was forcefully invited, and I am afraid that unlike the honorable Ned Stark, I was a ruthless player.

[Sansa Stark POV]

He left me again, to fight once again, why did he have to leave me, I am to be his wife, shouldn't he be with me.

I'm afraid he would die, Mother was right men are stupid when angry.

"Please keep him safe" I prayed to the gods to help him.

Why was I so worried, was this love?

He was undoubtedly charming and caring, playful and funny, he wasn't the prince I had always imagined, but he was everything a woman would dream of.

I wanted to him to be by my side; perhaps this was love; all I know is that I wanted him here, be it love or not.

[Ned Stark POV]

I couldn't stop him; he had already sailed to the iron islands.

"We need to go to bear island," I informed my men.

"Ned, love, we have to bring Sansa with us, she is no longer safe there," Cat my wife said with a worried tone.

"She is to be his wife Cat," I refused to think the young lord would die, but that's what we were expecting.

"She can't marry a dead man," Cat was scared they would kidnap Sansa, and hurt her.

"Aye, she can't," I nodded in agreement, the young lord might have had the reason for his attack, but he didn't think things through.

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[Tywin Lannister POV]

I had been informed by Tyrion that Lord Mormont started a war against the Iron Island, my foolish son thought the Lord had signed his death sentence.

I knew better than to think he would die, a man capable of destroying any spy within his domain, and improving his economy at such a fast pace was no idiot.

He knew the risks, but he had a plan to overcome this situation, whatever that was.

Maybe I was overestimating his skill, but I usually don't, this kid was more than the eye could see.

"It seems we might have a new high Lord in the Iron Islands,"

Soon the game would change, this kid was a dangerous player that I had to take for the benefit of house Lannister, or find a way to kill him.

[Back to Ronard]

My ships were about to arrive; the Ironborn were already waiting for us at the coast.

I smiled, fools.

I knew they would do that, so I ordered my Krakens to basically produce waves, powerful waves to knock the men down, killing many of them.

My krakens would break their lines, and I would break what was left.

They would continue the assault of waves, drowning, and killing the men by knocking them against the rocks and walls.

"Well, time to relax," I said with a cup of wine as my Krakens did all the dirty work.

"What is with these waves?" A man asked in disbelief.

"Mmm, I can't tell," I chuckled.

Ignorance was a blessing sometimes, a blessing that I wanted to keep my men under, chaos would break if they found out I controlled the animal kingdom.

I would probably be hunted for witchcraft.