234 Sea Monsters
After the end of the long summer, the north is getting colder and colder day by day.
The further north you go, the more so.
The wide Whiteblade River has been covered with a thick layer of ice, allowing the passage of large armies.
Theon Greyjoy knew that after two more days of walking along the King's Road, he would be in Winterfell.
However, he did not have the joy of returning home.
It wasn't his home.
Theon used to think so, but alas, no one else thought so.
He is the adopted son of Duke Eddard Stark, yes, but after all, he bears the surname of the Sea Monster family.
His father, Baron Greyjoy, once again proclaimed himself King of the Iron Islands, and sent troops to raid the North.
Theon could feel the rejection and disgust of everyone around him, Sir Roderick, who taught him swordsmanship, and Robb Stark, who was like a brother to him...... Even Duke Eddard Stark, who was once considered his true father.
On the banks of the Trident, he genuinely wanted to stay and fight for Duke Eddard, but unfortunately he was refused.
The Northerners don't trust themselves.
It's ridiculous that he grew up in Winterfell, and he naively thought he was a member of the North.
But in the end, people still regard him as an iron man.
Smack-
Theon was tapped on the shoulder, and Theon came back to his senses, and saw Robb Stark hand him a water bladder, and said:
"Warm up with some wine."
"Okay." Theon took it and took a big gulp, feeling a head-to-toe warmth and a smile on his face.
Robb also smiled: "Don't think nonsense, your father is your father, you are you." I've always treated you like a brother. β
Theon smiled even more, revealing eight teeth.
Just then, the Sentinels came back to report that the troops of Winterfell had been spotted heading south.
After waiting for a while, the captain of the Winterfell guard, Ser Jory Kesso, led an army of three hundred men on King's Road.
After the two sides met, Sir Jory said:
"Lord Robb, we have received a request for help from the city of ToruΕ, they are being attacked by the Iron People."
With that, he couldn't help but glance at Theon.
Theon bit his cheek and didn't speak.
Robb immediately said, "The Iron People have actually hit Torun Fang City?" I'm with you to help! β
Sir Roderick immediately stopped him, "Lord Eddard said you must stay in Winterfell. In this case, I will take another 300 men with Jory to support the city of ToruΕ. β
Robb remembered his father's advice, so he had to nod.
And at this moment, Theon suddenly spoke: "Please let me go with you to support!" β
Roderick subconsciously frowned, and then asked Robb with his gaze.
Robb looked at Theon's determined gaze, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded:
"Okay."
Theon waved his whip excitedly, and turned his horse's head to the west.
The group left the King's Road and headed for the square city of ToruΕ.
After four days' journey, seeing that he was almost at the city of ToruΕ, Sir Jory ordered the encampment, and at the same time sent sentry to check the situation.
But when the sentry returned, it brought a surprise news.
"Iron Folk withdraws?"
"Yes, sir. Not only the iron people of Torun Fang City have withdrawn, but even the iron people in the area of the Rock Coast, Salt Spear Flat, and Sea Monster Point have also withdrawn. β
"Why the withdrawal? Isn't King Balon ready to continue fighting with the North? β
"I don't know."
The people of the North looked at each other, and Theon was dumbfounded.
For a moment, he didn't know whether he should be happy or depressed.
"Your Excellency, Count Tauha of Torun Fang City invites you to come into the city to rest."
Jory looked at the already dark sky, as well as the camp that had been set up behind him, and said:
"It's too late today, we'll visit tomorrow."
"Okay."
Theon left the tent, ate some dry food, and then retreated into the tent to rest.
But I can't sleep anymore.
The Iron Folk retreated, which should be good news for him, and he didn't have to do anything to his own people.
But in this way, he could not prove his loyalty to the people of the North.
Just as Theon was tossing and turning, there was a sudden commotion outside the tent.
At first, he didn't care, but the commotion grew louder and louder, and gradually turned into shouts and screams-
"The Iron Folk are here! The Iron Folk are here! β
Theon jerked out of the tent and saw the camp on fire, with slaughter and blood everywhere.
β¦β¦
As the glimmer of the morning light dispelled the darkness, the northern captives were gathered in a corner of the camp and surrounded by a wooden fence.
"I really am the son of King Balon!" Theon shifted to the wooden fence and shouted, "Really! My name is Theon Greyjoy. Who is your commander-in-chief? Go tell him my name and he will know! β
Ser Jory shouted angrily, "Theon! Lord Ed has raised you for more than ten years! Treat you like your own son......"
"Bullshit kiss son!" Theon turned back to the captain of the Winterfell guard and yelled, "I am the son of Lord Balon! Eddard Stark is holding me hostage! β
With that, he continued to shout to the iron people outside.
After a few moments, a female ironwoman walked up and cut Theon's rope with a dagger at her waist and led him out of the captive camp.
"Your commander is finally willing to see me?" Theon asked as he limped along.
"Yes." The ironwoman led him to a tent.
But there was no one else in the tent.
Theon wondered, "Who is your commander?" Hasn't he come yet? β
The female Tiemin took out the bandage, "The Commander asked me to help you bandage your wounds first." β
"Good. By the way, who is your commander? 'Wet hair' Iren? Or Viktarion? β
"You'll find out later."
Theon pursed his lips, a little dissatisfied with the woman's pretense of mystery.
Only then did he have time to examine the female iron man in front of him, she had a slender body, slender legs, weathered skin, and strong arms, she was a real iron seed.
She has a thin face, not particularly pretty, but she has charming eyes.
"What's your name?" Theon asked.
"Isgrai."
"Do you know who I am, Isgrit?"
"Didn't you say it yourself, son of Lord Baron, Theon Greyjoy." The woman smiled.
This sweet smile captured Theon's heart at once.
"Now that you know, you're not any nicer to me."
The woman smiled charmingly again: "Lord Theon, you are injured like this, and you still have the heart to laugh?" β
"This injury is nothing to a real iron breed." Theon straightened up, "And I'm the prince of the Iron Isles!" The future King of the Iron Islands! β
"Good, good, Your Royal Highness the Prince."
Theon couldn't help but touch her arm.
She didn't dodge.
He had to put his arm around her waist.
"Your Royal Highness, the family is already married." The woman reminded, but still didn't dodge, "And I'm just pregnant." β
Theon glanced at the woman's abdomen, and then somehow became more excited.
"Drowning the gods." Theon said, "Which lucky fool married you?" β
"I'm Siglin's wife."
"West Green?" Theon struggled to remember the name, only remembering that it seemed to be some shipwright in the Iron Islands, "What a waste for you to marry him." β
"Really?" The woman smiled charmingly again, "Then who should I marry?" Are you? β
That's not going to work. Theon thought to himself, how could he marry a commoner.
But being a lover is okay.
"Dear Isgrai." Theon boldly put his arms around the woman and was about to go to her lips, "The people of the Green Land say that a woman who is favored by the prince will give birth to noble blood. β
"Really? But I already have lowly blood in my belly. β
"I can make it ennoble."
"Really?" The woman reached for the man's pants.
"Of course!" Theon was overwhelmed with excitement, but just as he was about to go further, the woman suddenly broke free.
Theon's pants fell to the ground, and he wondered, "What's wrong?" β
"Look at your ugly appearance, brother." The woman seemed to have changed, pointing at Theon's sleek lower body, her eyes full of disdain, "I didn't expect you to learn these things in Winterfell for so many years. β
"Brother, brother?" Theon froze, and the appearance of the woman in front of him suddenly overlapped with the blurred face in his memory.
No! No way! She can't be Asha!
"What's the matter, brother, you don't know me anymore?" Asha Greyjoy twirled the dagger between her fingers, "Aren't you looking to see the commander of this army?" I am. β
"Nope! No way! Theon was still trying to reject reality, "What about the pimples on your face?" β
"When the house is mature, the acne will disappear." The sharp dagger flew between Asha's fingers, faster and faster, and it was thrilling to watch.
Theon recognized the reality and hurriedly went to put on his pants:
"Why didn't you tell me sooner!"
"Then how do I know what kind of person you are now? Good brother, it seems that the famous Northern Wolf King has not been able to teach you anything good. β
Theon remembered what he had just done, and felt only ashamed and angry.
"Didn't you withdraw your troops? Why did you kill it again? Could it be that the withdrawal is fake? Theon just wanted to change the subject.
"It's true. Father did give the order to withdraw the troops. However, when I heard that someone had come to support the city of ToruΕ, I led my army back and caught the northerners by surprise. What do you think? Am I smart? β
Theon snorted softly with a gloomy face, unwilling to admit his sister's excellence.
Asha laughed and said, "Don't admit it, Theon, I'm the most suitable heir to my father's throne, and you're just an idiot who can only think with your lower body." β
"Nonsense! I am my father's only son! First heir to the King of the Iron Islands! Theon exclaimed.
Asha looked disdainful: "You've been raised in Winterfell for more than ten years, and you've been a wolf for a long time, right?" β
"Of course not!" Theon suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said, "What is it that you only defeated a northern army, I can take Winterfell!" β
The dagger flying between Asha's fingers suddenly stopped: "What did you say?" β
Theon puffed up his chest again, a smug smile on his face:
"I said, I can take Winterfell!"
(End of chapter)