F#$% this S@#$: Return of the Prime Minister (P2 RoaFW)

[Armonica_Templar]

"Mr. Martin is a very particular fellow," A matronly woman spoke quietly.. 

"Mrs. Optin.."  Handing a reciept to Optin, "Mr. Martin is a strange bird.. Quiet.. Keeps to himself.." Whispering, "I was curious.. Does he prefer women or men.. Their is no lady of the castle.."

"Mr. Redart.." 

"I was curious.. My daughter has turned eighteen.. And well," Redart noticed several other customers were listening.. "He is rich and single.. My son attends the academy that was set up by Merchants guild.. Also single."

Sighing as everyone was listening, "He is lonely.. He is in love with someone.." Whispering to the merchant, "We do not know who she was. Its women.." Standing straighter, "Their is an event taking place next week.. A masked ball.. I will make sure your daughter gets an invitation.."

Excitement goes through Mr. Redart's voice, "Thank You.. Thank you.. I have.."

"I will warn every lady in our free city.. Mr. Martin is an excentric man of taste.. As the Matron of Castle Stewart.." Mrs Optin speaks a little louder, "The staff will send out invitations to those we want their.. Your daughters and sisters will all be there the night before.."

Mrs. Optin is helped out by a bag boy, followed by two knights.. 

"Thank you Jerome.." Mrs. Optin hands a gold coin after the supplies are loaded into the horse drawn carriage, "Mr. Martin has asked me if you would like him to buy your employment contract.."

"I.. My contract.. Mr. Martin.." Jerome swallowed hard, "I..A new apprenticeship?"

"You start at the bottom.. Open Apprentice ship.. For a term of till six months post your eighteenth year.." Tears fell down Jerome's face, "Boy I need to know now.."

"Yes mam.. I.." 

"You.. I see the creast of the Merchants guild," A bald man instantly moves over to the carriage with the white star on a blue background.. "Mr. Martin wishes to pay off this boys debt for his full contract.."

Several people freeze as the bald man takes a deep breath, "Jerome's contract.. My lady.. Lord Martin must know I can give him personally at least ten youths worth.."

"House Marshall Wilson made the recommendation.. Its Obidiah right." The bald man swallows hard, "We do not want to upset Lord Martin's right hand man.. We all remember what happened to the slavers who raided our community.. And that was over a minor insult."

"Their bodies still adorn the fortifacations," Jerome took a deep breath.. "Mrs. Optin.. I.. It is just my sister is.. She is seventeen and trying to get her liscenes for teaching.. She is at the orphanage.. I am trying to save enough to.."

"That is our next stop.. She will come to Castle Stewart.. And oversee her brothers education.."

"Mrs. Optin.. The regulations," Obidiah pauses as a gold purse is set in his hand by a knight.. After looking inside the bag, "I will see to all the detail myself.."

A smaller bag of jewels are produced by the same armored knight, "This should cover all the necessary bribes and your cut.."

"My lady I am an," The knight stopped Obidiah from speaking by putting his hand out.. "A working man who has many details to handle.. I will have it all done by.."

"By the end of business," Mrs. Optin is helped into the carriage by the other knight. "Reciept.. With your stamp.."

Obidiah quickly has an assistant come over and give him a set of paper. He writes out the reciept quickly..

"Jerome.. We leave to pick up your sister.." Ms. Optin coldly speaks.

The knight that had handed the jems and gold crawled in after Jerome..

"Seat belt young man," Mrs. Optin spoke as she belted in..

Partially excited Jerome belted in as the Carriage moved down the cement road, "Mrs. Optin.. Mr. Obidiah is a crook, I stopped taking his orders to his wagon unless mr Redart ordered me to.... why did Wilson have him paid?"

"That is your first question," Mr. Optin asked..

"Mam.. I was hoping to find a patron.. I just never dreamed it would be lord Martin.. His fairness and ruthlessness is well known in the four months he has been in town.. He gives his word it is worth more then gold.. " Jerome breathed deeply, "I have been preparing in the hopes.. Mam.. My questions will be answered.. I spend my free time in the libraries.."

Destrapping the face mask, The knight goes through the procedure to remove his helmet.. "I told you he was bright.."

Jerome shakes in fear for a second at the sight of the purple and green hair, "House.. House Marshal Wil.. Wilson.. I.."

"Relax son.. " The clean shaven man speaks, "Welcome .. So this girl is your sister.. Your mother was not old enough have her seventeen years ago.."

"You know who my mother was.. Of course your House Marshall Wilson.. Uhm," Jerome freezes.. "Sir.. I did not mean to.. It is just.."

"Son.. Life is short.. Spit it out," Wilson narrowed his eyes..

"She has protected me for as far back as I can remember.. She used to be a .. " Jerome swallows hard, "She was given me by my mothers maiden before they both died.. To hide me from the slavers.."

Mrs. Optin narrows her eyes, "House Marshall dear.."

"I am interested in your story.. Jerome," Leaning back.. "Tell me what you know.."

"This is the smoothest ride I have ever been in sir.." Jerome looked down, "My sister does not remember everything.. I have been told my real name is  Remus....."

Mrs. Optin went wide eyed as she saw House Marshall Wilson have a tear fall down his face..
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 Red hair blew in the essos wind, "He.. Mrs. Optin.. House Marshal Wilson has overseen every part of Remus's education. Is he his.. "

"Stacey.. We suspect," Mrs. Optin watched as both Remus and wilson moved through various Tai chi Katas.. "Lord Wilson said he came here with Mr. Martin. That he was taught by Mr. Martin the combat secrets of the ancients.."

"They have become quiet popular with the militia,"Stacey tried to hide her tears..

Whispering, "The House Marshal has authorized you to pursue what you wish.. Said we take care of our own.." Mrs. Optin shook her head, "The Educators from the WCM embassy will be here to test you for the merchants guild.."

Wilson and Remus bowed and did the cool down as Stacey covered her mouth.

Purple and green hair sat down, "I learned this from an ancient master.. We add a new component.. "

"We are learning the advanced breathing,"Remus Jerome sat down next to the House Marshal.

"Pay attention first .. Copy by observation.. Then.."

"Then make it my own," Remus was copying the House Marshall exactly. "Washing the Kai's is the hard part.. Does all this really help make me stronger.."

"Over time.. " Wilson took a moment, "Like doing the dishes and not trying to skip out on them.."

Remus looked down, "I.. "

"Remus.. A Man who can do dishes, clean, and cook can find easy work real quick for coin.." Wilson opened his eyes, "It is more the discipline, but it is an overlooked skill. If you ever have to hide or run, the right skill set helps you hide from people.."

"Oh.. Like if the Iron Throne or that blonde lady invades.." Remus understood what was being said, "I heard your spies train that way.."

Stacey and Mrs. Optin go wide eyed..

Wilson laughs, "And if my spymaster has to clean stables, clean blacksmithies, and the like.."

"I.." Remus stands up fighting emotions, "I need to know sir. Are you my father? You have been personally overseeing my education.. Lords dont do that..You do not do that."

"Remus.. We talked about," Stacey stops as Wilson raises his hand..

"Child.. Many years ago I read a book.. I will answer your question.. Do you know the three ways to lie," Wilson stood looking at Remus.. "I know you have broke into my office twice and have been reading the copies of the books I have.. Trying to teach yourself to read.."

Remus went wide faced, "I.. Three ways to lie sir.."

"I am not giving you the answer.. You must find it for yourself." Wilson took a deep breath, "Your father.. Regardless of what comes up.. You must remember.. Is a man.. Not a god.. "

"Pants still go on one leg at a time.." Remus looked down and looked up quickly, "My father has enemies? That is why stacy ran here with me.. They are powerful." Remus looked at Wilson wide eyed, "A man is measured not just by his friends.. By his enemies.."

Wilson smiled at Remus's smile, "You father had to do dishes.." Putting his arm around Remus as they walked past the two women, "Never dug ditches.. Lazy as the day is long.. I will tell you a secret.. Success is more about keeping the carriage out of the ditch.."

"I heard you say that.. Uhm.." Remus was not upset anymore, "The secret is to know where the ditches are.. "

"At this trade rate we might make you a suitable husband for a bar wench," Wilson laughed as the two walked..

"House Master.. This party.. " Remus walked next to Wilson at the same pace, "They are trying to find Lord.." Remus stops as he realizes something, "You.."

"Your father was also to smart for his own good at your age.." Wilson stopped, "Its our little secret.." Rubbing Remus's head, "I do not like doing dishes.."

"My lips are sealed Sir," Remus shook his little head as Stacey and Optin had stopped a respectful distance away..

"We have an important night tonight.." Wilson breathed in and out.. "Apparently representatives from the WCM, the Iron throne, and several other cities slash empires have decided to be here..  Mrs. Optin needs you to go easy on her.. She is going to be busy.. I have plans.."

"Yes sir," Remus and Wilson started walking again..

Stacey watched Little Remus and wilson move, "Mrs. Optin.. It.. It is so obvious.."

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"Madam Prime Minister," a sigh came from the armored woman.. "This tour of our Trading partners.. A show of support.."

Dirty blonde hair wearing a very flowing dress spoke, "Joral.. How many times do I have to tell you.. Myr is fine in private.." Myrcella put up her hair into a bun, "I am just tired.. I left Cleopatra and Arthur in WCM to get a break.."

Joral shook her head, "Second husband driving you insane?"

"We had another fight.. He is a good man but.. Still just a man.." Myr shook her head, "It is why Theon.. Theon.." A tear fell down Myra's face.. "He went home.. The worthless S#$% that came back disappeared. I was granted a divorce." Seeing Joral pause, "I know we have talked.. My Armon went home.. I will never see him again."

"Theon was not ever able to give us the proper codes.." Joral took a moment,"You moved on.. He would have wanted that.. you are the Prime minister.. A very powerful one in your own right.."

"Lets walk through this.." Myrcella took a moment, "This Mr. Martin.. is one our prominent members of the Merchants guild.. His axeman is this House Marshal Wilson. We are on a tour today of the Alchemist Guilds facility we set up in this rinky dink town.. Mr. Martin leased the rights run casinos for our corporations and to manufacture.. Our surplus medicines, fabrics, silverware, and Bolts. He sells low end Carriages, and replacement parts.. The head of the Alchemist Guild has reported that Mr. Martin covered a shortage of .."

A knock came from the door.. Joral uttered passwords and the female out side responded properly.. 

Myrcella quietly drew a weapon as the door opened..

"This man has a delivery for the Prime Minister," A man with simple clothes under a Poncho. Wearing the blue field and one  white star symbol, "Madam Prime minister.. The box contains a dress designed commissioned by Mr. Martin for this Ball.. A mask for the costume  part.. All the Ambassadors.."

As the weapon quietly disappeared, "I see you wear the Pony Express MOS pin of the WCM's merchants guild.. " Reading the name tag, "Dexrg.."

The young man bows, "Yes Madam Prime Minister Greyjoy.. I will say this mam.. You are the only Ambassador let alone Foriegn leader, to recieve immediate delivery.. I was order directly to delivery this to you and no other orders till this was done.. Full premimum service. Mr. Martin has invited you to his private table.. I have a selection of our finest wines.. " 

The man snapped his fingers and the guards let four male children  each carrying a bottle, three little girls carrying a variety of flowers, a kid with a basket, and a man in the local dress of the personal servants walk into the area.

Myrcella shook her head and sighed another one attracted to my power..

"They all where checked Madam Prime Minister.." Joral laughed, "This one was smart and sent children from the local orphanage.."

Myrcella stood politely and reached for her bag.. she took out gold coin, "Little ones it is cute but.. Leave these with my personal assistant.. I will give each of you a gold coin as thanks.. You can buy.."

The closest little girl stepped back, "Sorry.. I mean my apologies mam.. "

Myrcella looked at all the children with their noses raised.. 

"Madam Prime Minister Greyjoy," Dexrg himself bowed his head in apology.. "We are not allowed to even accept tips.."

Putting the coins up, "Leave the items.. My schedule does not allow for me to stay for the Ball.. I am supposed to meet with.."

"Madam," Dexrg bowed his head.. "House Marshal Wilson sent these as an apology.. Lord Martin is in dispose overseeing this preplanning.. Rumor is he had another long night.. An issue with the seating mam.."

"Listen.. Tell the House Marshal that Madam Prime Minister has a tight schedule.. She made no plans to stay another night," Joral hand signaled the guards.

"You dont like the flowers.. I picked em out myself," The little girl was crying.. 

"I will take the flowers littleone," Madam Prime Minister smiled..

The children were smiling..

"They are very pretty like you," Myrcella shook her head..  Hiding her"Peachy Punto, cabrones.. Picuito..."

The children giggled and covered their mouths shocking the Prime Minister and Joral..

Myrcella looked over at Dexrg whose grin stretched from one side of his face to the other.. "How.. Tell me how you.. You recognize those words.. WHo told them to you.."

Joral intervened as myrcella had Dexrg by the shirt, "Madam Prime Minister.."

"She said a naughty word," The little girl smiled.. "Just like all the people from Castle Stewart.."

Myrcella let go of Dexrg.. "These words.. " Looking at the little girls name tag, "Noye, are their any other  naughty words that those that work at Castle Stewart.."

"Mam," Dexrg was scared.. "I.. I.. Was told to answer any question you asked? Not so much words.. But.. Mam Mr. Martin apparently has a colorful vocabulary that is not.." Seeing a glare from Joral, " mother F#$%ing c#$ guzz ling gutt er sl#$s.  But.. . Oh, Blad De Ell !  is the one that the common workers seem to be repeating after the do work at Castle Stewart.. Apparently Mr. Martin has taught it to the House master.."

Joral was instantly right next to Myrcella..

Closing her eyes whispering, "I.." Taking a deep breath, "Cancel all my travel plans.. Inform the Ambassador.."

"A matter of state has appeared," Joral calmly spoke..

"You could say that," Myrcella had a look cross her face as she caught the ring on her hand.. She closes her eyes and sighs..

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"No.. I am not interested in a dance," Myrcella responded trying to not lose her cool..

Joral in her lone ranger type mask shook her head, "Beat it before I beat you.."

Like all the other male guest, the man had on a bird mask with a psuedo beak. Joral hustled him away..

"I am the only one in a dress like this.. " Myrcella stood, "This was a mistake.. Everyone knows who the F#$% I am. "

Taking off her mask Myrcella throws it to the ground..

"Myrcella.." Joral took a deep breath and took off her mask, "Listen.. You came here because of a wild goose chase.."

"No.. I was acting like an idiotic teenage girl," Madam Prime Minister stands up.. "We are leaving.."

Purple and green hair show over a goatee.. With his bird mask on, House Master Wilson walks over.. In a voice with an Essos accent,"Madam Prime Minisister.. Does something not suit you?"

"Yes. Where is the master of Castle Stewart.. House Master Wilson," Myrcella was not very happy.. "I will find out how your master is hiding.. I will not forget this.."

Everyone was very quiet at the outburst.. Myrcella had a tear fall from her face..

"We are done here.. I will be having you investigated as well House Master Wilson.. I put aside.." The House Master stepped out as Myrcella took off her shoes, "Lets go Joral.. F@#$ you Mr. Martin if you are listening.."

"My Apologies Mouse Master Wilson.. It is a matter of expectation not living up to hope.." Joral followed the Prime minister for a few steps as Myrcell threw the shoes, "Great.."

House master Wilson loudly snapped his fingers.

The music stopped as the band started changing positions as the House Master held up three fingers..

One of the new instruments was uncovered as another person took out what looked like a guitar..



Armed guards stepped infront of the doors making a flash of anger cross Myrcella's face..

"Well you pissed off my ex- sister in law House Marshall.."

"Go to h#$$ Euron," Joral had her hand n a hidden weapon..

"We are here under a white flag," Littlefinger spoke as he himself had a hand on a dagger he had hid.

"Just who in the hell do you," Myrcella frooze having not turned around as the music played.

"I sat out on a narrow way," the male singer's voice filled the room..

Swallowing hard as she turned around, Tears fell as an outstretched hand faced her. Taking a deep breath, "It..You.."

Stepping forward to the silent wide eyed Myrcella, "My lady.. Might I may have this dance.." The essos Accent was gone..

"You.. You came back," Myrcella cleared the distance in a heartbeat.. "I," She hugged house master Wilson..

"this.. There is only one person," euron swallows hard as he nudges Littlefinger.. "Look we are covered relax Petyr.."

Petyr looked up and saw what Euron saw, "S#$%.. "

Prime Minister Greyjoy removed the mask from House Master Wilson.. Slowly she reached up, "Theon.. Is it you?"

"My lady," Theon spoke quietly..

"Armon," Myr whispered in Theon's ear..

With a smile Theon/ wilson let her hair down gently.. He whispered in her ear the response..

Mrycella laid her head on Theon's chest as the tears flowed..

Armed guards walked in with Remus, "What is going on.."

Holding her, "Remus Greyjoy.." Theon called out, "Come meet my ex wife.."

Remus walked forward slowly, "Greyjoy.. I.."

Myrcella is holding Theon not letting go..

"Uncle Euron, ruler of the Iron Islands," Theon calls out.. "Your nephew wanted to meet his uncle.."

Laughing as he stepped forward, "Your father was.."

"Lets be straight forward.. You F#$%ing had him killed," Theon stated loudly.. "He did not rule wisely and pissed away all the advantages he had.. I hereby renounce all claim to your throne Uncle.. May my little cousins rule wisely when it is time.. Obidiah, pass the word.. All members of the merchants guild are to welcome my Uncles fleets. Any who challenge my uncles claim to the throne are to be cut off from the merchants guild with a pure boycott. House Matron.."

Shaken up a little, "Lord Greyjoy.." Optin walks over to Euron with a pouch, "Mr. Greyjoy.."

Euron took the document pouch and opened it.. He sat it on the table as he quickly read it.. When he finshed he smiled as he returned them, "Nephew.. You do not have to renounce all your titles.." Looking theon in the eyes, "Very well.. Lord Remus Greyjoy.. As king of the Iron Isles Your mothers title devolves to you."

Remus walks the last few steps, "Great uncle.." Looking around, "I renounce all titles and claims to the throne as well.." Swallowing hard, "House master.. Dad.. Said royal titles are as much a prison as those chains that hold slaves.. I am free.."

"You little S@#$.. " Euron walked over and rubbed his nephew's head, "You are definately your fathers son.. I reserve the right to call you what I want.. I am the king and your Great Uncle.. Duke.."

"Deal.. But only you Great Uncle," Remus sticks his hand out.. After they shook, "Dad said Euron Greyjoy was a master sailor.. " Remus whispers, "Can you tell me what.." He lowered his voice with Euron so only he heard him..

Laughing evilly, "The full story.. I am hungry lets ditch this crap.. I will tell you about my first command Little Duke.." Euron took Optin's arm, "My lady.."

"I am old enough to be your mother," Mrs. Optin responded to what he whispered..

"But you are not his mother," Remus responded..

The males all laughed..

"Mr. R.. Greyjoy," Optin rolled her eyes. She swatts Euron's hand, "You are a bad influence on a young royal man.." With her nose in the air, "I am an expensive whore. Good sir and you have to pay more than what you offered.. I used to make more than that in a day.."

"Excuse me," Euron had a look on her face..

"Lord Greyjoy former Prime Minister of the WCM hired me... He only hires the best." An evil smile crosses the old ladys face, "Madam Grelore.. At your service sailor.. The most expensive Escort on this rock.. Retired.. Now House Matron Castle Stewart for Mr.. M.. Lord Greyjoy.."

All the men are equally shocked as some of the woman seem offended..

"So King sailor.. If you wish to ride this old mare I expect at least Forty chest of gold and ruby's," Mrs. Optin takes little Remus's wide eyed hand. "You young man are way to much like your uncle and father.. You need to learn to be more then they are.."

Remus swallows hard, "You.. You.."

"I heard you were killed," Euron turned and looked around at the guard.. Petyr started to say something.. "If you value your life I would cease all talking.. If he put her in charge of the house that means.."

Looking at the guards Petyr hesitated, "I do not see it.."

"These are my father's missing men," Euron got very quiet resting his hand on his sword. Looking at one armored man by the way he was standing, "Saul right."

The guards at Attention just stared forward..

Saul turned and opened the door.. Loudly, "Remus Greyjoy of the iron Islands is departing.. In the company of Lady Optin, Matron of Castle Stewart."

Two of the guards inside came to attention and shouldered their arms in salute to Remus..

"He is a bastard c," Petyr is grabbed and shoved forward by Euron..

"Duke.. Lead the way nephew," Euron smiles.. Whispering, "Cersei paid me good gold to keep you alive.. These men will kill you if you insult my Great nephew.. One more word and I will do it myself to make it out of here.."


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Euron Greyjoy watched as his nephew worked for thirty minutes doing dishes under Mrs. Optin's watch..

Proud of himself, Remus sat the last glass out of his batch.. "I got it all Mrs. Optin.. " A clock went off, "Before the buzzer.."

As Mrs. Optin inspected the work with a close eye..

"Euron.." Petyr shook his head, "He is teaching his son to wash dishes.. The house lannister..  has much to be worried about.. Duke and.."

Euron is engrossed by watching the kitchen move.. Finishing her inspection she nods to Remus..

"Euron," Petyr shakes his head..

Remus walks to the edge of the cooking area.. Knocking on the wood, "Mrs. Backs.. Remus Greyjoy.. Chores finished and ready for inspection.."

A large heavy sat woman quickly disengaged from the work group.. "Remus darling.. " Rubbing his head, "Ok lets see the work.."

Petyr shook his head as the dishes and work area are inspected..

The woman smiles at Euron, "It will do for the helps service area.. One more week of accomplishing this and next you may work with the garbage.." Mrs. Backs snapped her finger and a log book was brought forward, "Sign Remus Greyjoy.."

Remus took the pen as he struggled to sign his name as a leather clad man held the book firm.

Petyr Baelish snorts, "One of the merchants guilds inde.." Baelish stops midsentance and looks around, "That.."

"You just now caught it," Euron looked at four trash cans other children came in and emptied into wagons..

"That.. He is.. They are being trained.." Petyr is shocked at the realization, "They are just.. Just children.."

"A focus on personal achievement.. Goal orientation," Euron took an an apple.. "Do you mind Mrs. Backs?"

Before she can argue a silver coin is slipped into her hand..

"Your Majesty.. Uncle of Hous.. Lord... Mr.Greyjoy.. You are family.." She handed the silver coin back, "Donate it to the orphanage if you wish.."

Remus looked at Euron with a your are embarassing me look..

"Will you donate it for me," Euron walks over to the children trying to lift the cans.. Cutting the apple and taking a bite.. He whispers, "I have observed you so far littleones.. On my ships we work as a team.. It might go faster if you all help each other lift the trash cans together.. Rotate on each one.."

The kids smile as they do what is suggested.. To their surprise the trash cans come up easily.. They dump it into the first wagon and set it on the place back..

"Petyr," King Euron grabs a handle.. 

"You cant," Petyr pauses as he catches a look from Euron.. "Not share the apple your majesty.." Walking over and grabbing the trash cans handle as the boys look greatful..

"We distracted the boys Mrs. Backs .." Euron smiled, "I just found out.."

Remus gave the classic hand signal of cut it off..

"My father and my first husband were sailors.. " With a polite smile, "I learned from my mother not to put up with their bullS#$%.. I will not put with yours without at least a night of passion and it better be good.."

Mrs. Backs slapped Petyr on the A$$ and then squeezed..

She looked at the boys, "You may all go after this job is done.."

Eulon laughed but stopped cold from her gaze..

"You two can help the boys finish their chores.. Now Mr Remus will be late," Mrs. Backs smiled.. "Unless you wsh to distract me some more Mr. Baelish?"

Baelish catches a look from Euron, "No I.."

One of the guards appearing to be lazy subtly changes position..

"Dont want to make your great nephew late," Petyr responds again.

Everyone is working for the next ten minutes to finish everyone's chores..

Euron helped the chef finish the nights work and clean up..

Mrs. Backs watches with a smiles a the children are working together to finish the chores faster..

Euron hangs up the apron he had on..

"I could make a chef of you your majesty.. If the king thing does not work out.. I will start you out as an apprentice, "The Chef responds excitedly..

Euron politely smiles, "It was your cooking the rest is very simple organization.. I will think about it.. It is much safer work.." 

Euron is snuck a dessert by the chef, "Your majesty.. I made a few to many.."

"You are to gracious," Euron and the boys walk out of the area..

Mrs. Optin watches as Euron looks around..

"Duke," Euron has a knife out and cuts the pie into multiple pieces.. "As a Greyjoy you must learn to make sure.."

"Always give the men a cut of everything." Remus takes the cut pie from his Great uncle, "We have to eat it quickly.."

Each of the children takes a cut as Remus smiles..

Baelish is surprised as he is handed the pie pan, "Thank you Remus.. I.."

The children laugh as they keep walking away..

Euron shakes his head and looks at his nephew..

"The Lannisters do the least amount of work.. Yet still always take thier cut," Remus speaks as he glares at Littlefinger..

"Your fathers love is a Lannister by birth," Petyr responds as he eats his cut..

"By birth.. She choose my father and her own way.." Remus turns his back, "A smart man would have checked for poison.."

Euron smiles as he looks at Mrs. Optin, "Whatever my nephew is teaching him I approve.."

"The first feeling is usually a dry mouth needing something to drink.." Remus speaks as Petyr pauses after reaching for a canteen on his side..

Wide eyed Petyr licks his lips unconciously.. "You little son of a F@#$ing W.."

From no where four long bolts land at different points around Petyr..

"Euron?"

Euron walked away like he did'nt know Littlefinger, but stopped.. "You are going to need your friend from the boat the queen loaned you.."

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"We have a hundred thousand soldier.. Wendy,"Jamie Lannister speaks.. "We have your own weapons trained on you.. Surrender and my father has offered you a castle and safe passage for your hundred or so defenders.."

Wounded with a bandage side, Wendy spat at Jamie..

"That was a ," Jammie Lannister stops as cheers come from the defenders..

"Long Live Prime Minister Theon," Chants were coming from the surrounded castle..

Jamie Lannister smiles evilly, "Cute.. You wont.."

A worried rider comes up from the Lannister Lines..

"My lord.. A group of..Of.. Of soldiers has breached the rear guard.. We.. Reinforcements are pouring in," The worried knight watched as the front gates opened..

A man wearing WCM armor came riding out on a Armored bear..

Wendy almost passed out as she turned and watched..

"What in the," Jammie Lannister watched as ten armored Giants followed the knight.. "Are.. Giants .. Those are archers on their backs.."

The man on the Bear rode up, "Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.." Seeing Wendy, "You.. Take her to the healer.. I General Barristan Selmy of the Night stalkers, 3rd JSOC team, WCM.. Hereby assume command of these defenses.."

The giants formed two wing like points of Five apiece..

Behind them five weird looking wagons came out..

"Ser Selmy," Jamie paused.. "What makes you think you?" Jamie watched as weapons where being mounted, "You do not have.."

Ser Barristan threw a folded paper, "It comes from your own man.. We have not broke the verifacation code.. So I ordered it passed to ALL the troops via raven and pony express.."

"Like you would pass our messages for," Jamie unrolled the message..

Lord Tywin,

Madam Prime Minister is in bed with her exhusband. This should be able to end any alliances her marriage formed. It appears...

Another rider rode up, "Lord Commander.. News from the.." The rider swallowed hard as the bear sniffed the horse, "The western front sir.. The soldiers got some kind of message.. They now refuse to surrender.. Even when out numbered.. "

Barristan Laughs at Jamie, "Lord Commander it is your man's message.. My soldiers do not care about a broken alliance.. Theon has returned.. I suggest you withdraw.."

More Messangers start riding up, Jamie gets a look on his face..

"Lord Commander.. Riders are appearing from all our battlefields.." The new arrival takes a deep breath, "We have been forced to retreat at least five times.. Lord Greyjoy has returned.. Several new things have appeared.. "

"They WCM's troops prefer to die," Jamie Lannister looked at Barristan.. "You have betrayed.."

The Bear knocks the horse Jamie is on to the ground, "Good Mama Bear.."

A roar comes from the bear as a one handed Jamie back up..

"You have thirty minutes to withdraw," Ser Barristan rides back on the bear followed by the troops..

Once inside Ser Barristan hops off the bear.. He catches Wendy, "I am fine...."

Carrying her, "I rode the only bear trained as a war bear.. Failed project indeed.."

"General.. Did you see the look on thier faces.. " A red bearded man spoke, "Perhaps we should light a hundred extra fires.."

A giant smiled, "Make bear sounds as well.." 

"Make them think we have a whole army of bear riding knights," General Selmy was carrying Wendy.. "They told me I am to old for this.."

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[Armonica_Templar]

"We find Lord Tyrion.. Not guilty of attempted murder," Tywin announces to a stunned crowd as he holds a piece of paper in his hand.. 

Everyone is very quiet at the surprise announcement..

Tyrion starts to speak and then pauses..

"He admitted so much as," Joffery goes quiet as his wife takes his arm.. 

"My love," Queen Maraery whispers.. "We have lost nothing.. "

Tywin looks at his daughter in law with narrowed eyes..

"He,"Jofferry pauses..

Cersei looks with hate and anger, "Father.."

Queen Maraegry whispers into Jofferry's ear for a few moments..

"Peace with the WCM.." Joffery laughs for a moment, "Yes.. That is.. Uncle Tyrion.. You love this whore?"

Shae looks down..

"I.." Tyrion looks away, "No.."

"As my grandfather says.. You must serve your family first ," Joffery smiles.. "I hereby annul your marriage to Sansa Stark.. For failure to produce an heir.. Uncle.. You will marry and F#$% Shae till she is pregnant with a lannister child.. Or I feed her head to orphan's.."

Tywin sits down quietly with a small smile..

Joffery takes Magaerty's hand, "Lady Brienne of tarth.."

"In recognition of your service to the Iron throne," Magaerty speaks as she looks at the Queen mother.. "My love has decided in his wisdom to reward you with a husband.. He wants warriors for nephews and Nieces..."

Looking at her father Cersei comes unglued, "Father.. You cant.."

"Yes mother.. To prevent anymore temptations of incest.." Joffery's comment brings silence from the whispers, "My Uncle Father, Jamie Lannister will be wed to Lady Brienne of Tarth.."

Tyrion looks over as his hands are untied and Shae is brought to him..

"Lady Stark," Tywin speaks to a very quiet group.. "Takes this message to your mother Queen Stark.. Per our deal with the Prime Minister.. As head of the Lannister House.. Your marriage to my youngest grandson Tommen I recommend to my Grandson Joffery. In the interest of peace i hope he approves our new alliance.."

"Father," Cersei stands upset.. She goes very silent from his glare..

"Yes mother.." Joffery looks at his mother, "To cement our alliance further with the king of the Iron Islands.. My dearest ex-brother in law will present you in Essos.. To Euron Greyjoy.. As a bride.. You leave now.." Looking at his grandfather, "Of course Grandfather.. Your .. Your wise and sage advice is always welcomed by the throne.."

"Brother in law," Margaery walks over to Tyrion.. "We must prepare for your wedding my lord.." Margaery takes Shae's arm, "Lord Theon Greyjoy as a wedding gift has agreed to personally pay your Dowery to Lord Tyrion.."

Cersei turns pissed off, "Dowery.."

"And lord Theon has agreed as a wedding gift  to give you a gold mine dear mother.. One of ours the WCM destroyed," Joffery seems to taunt his mother.. "Prince Martell.. Would you do the Iron throne a small favor?"

Martell stood, "My lord.. What can the house Martell do for the Iron throne.."

Margaerty quietly speaks, "We do Not understand one of the terms of the peace.. "

"We have been told you will agree to transport my mother to Euron her betrothed.. No charge.. He said you where heading their for a state visit." Joffery narrows his eyes as he looks at Martell, "My ex-brother in law said that for this peace to be acceptable to him.. That I must give him two heads.. In the interest of justice.."

"Two heads," Tyrion spoke up as Shae was standing next to him..

"Ammbassador Baelish's ambassadorial status has been revoke for high treason against the throne," Tywin saw Martell's face with no response.. "The other head he asked for peace.."

"Theon is not the Prime Minister," Cersei responds coldly.. "The two houses of the WCM will not.."

"The second head the king gave him.. Which I suspect is why my ex- grandson in law suggested it.. Ser Gregor Clegane has had all rights and privaleges as a knight revoked for dishonoring the throne," Tywin smiles as he sees Oberyn Martell's eyes light up.. "We have issued arrest warrants for both men.. Dead or alive.. Treason against the throne is just the most recent.."

"Yes King Joffery.. I intended to leave for New Essos after your wedding celebration.. I will leave early in the interest of friendship with the Iron Throne.." Martell Bowed, "We will provide full protection for lady .. Lady Greyjoy.. the queen mother.."

"What is the earliest you can leave Prince Martell," Joffery quietly speaks?

"With your leave.. " Martell grins, "Right now!"

"I will not," Cersei is grabbed by the guard..

"You WILL honor our peace your son worked so hard to forge with your daughter," Tywin speaks loudly.. As for Lady Brienne of tarth.. May I speak with you for few moments.. I hope you consider the offer.. Your skills as a warrior are reknown.. "

"Your grace," Brienne was still processing the happenings..

"I welcome you to the family," Lord Tywin stands and bows.. 

"As does the throne.. My father needs a strong woman to keep him in check," Joffery smiles.. "I heard the merchants guild will also be making your dress.. The queen wishes you to acompany her and.. " With a sigh, "Lady Shae.. A gift from my ex-brother in law.."

"I read the reports," Cersei is very pissed.. "My daughter is.."

Joffery evilly responds, "Is a Lannister at heart.. If she wishes to play with her toys so be it.. Their is no difference between an alliance or a vassal state.. Let the WCM rule its people under my sister as it sees fit.."


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"Dear Uncle.. King of the Iron Ilses," Yara bows mockingly..

Euron looks with suspicion, "I see my niece and her little tiddy baby at her skirt.."

A boy older then Remus hides behind his mother..

"See Remus not all," Euron pauses as his Great nephew nodds cold bloodily at him.. "Remus you are are Iron born.. We do not tolerate weakness. If not for.."

"Auntie Yara.. I am Remus Greyjoy of castle Stewart," Remus sticks his hand out..

Yara bends down and hugs Remus, "So you are my little nephew.. "

"Dad says not to F#$% with the quiet ones uncle. They are the most dangerous. Especially when they start talking.." Remus steps over and hugs the scared kid, "You are my Aunts child.. I am theon's son.."

The kid mumbles..

"Remus.. You are strong like your father.. Armon," Euron snorts.. "What type of name is that.. My brother never could get a straight answer from his only daughter.. You named him after his father.."

"Its ok.. Dont mind Great Uncle Euron.." Remus smiles as he speaks, "He has to worry about assassins around every corner.. Everyone is out to screw him.. It is why we let him have the Iron Isles.. We get to enjoy life while he enjoys being king." 

"High.. I.. I," Glaring at Euron.. "I am Armon Creel Greyjoy!! son of Captain Yara Greyjoy and the most feared Pirate of the seven seas.. Mama said you better be careful Uncle.. If you piss off my father he would have your head served to cats.."

"Please," Euron looks at Yara.. "Thier is no man in the known world that has that power.. I do not fear your mothers wishful thinking!"

"Dad said it is not worth it Armon.. Their is no need to put Uncle Euron on your list.." Remus smiled, "He has pleanty of enemies.. He cant even enjoy his time with a woman without worrying about her having ulterior motives.."

Euron laughs, then pauses as Armon quietly is eyeing him.. "You intend to kill me? Little waif.. you stand no chance.. You are.."

"How man exits do you have planned," Remus ask?

"Euron," Yara has her hand on her sword..

"Eleven.. Four of which I can get to.." Armon speaks coldly, "Three of which I can accomplish at my size.. I only have to get past two people.."

Everyone is quiet at Armon's statement..

"He is like dad from what he told me when he was little.." Remus looks at Euron, "I was being mean to some kids I should not have been.. He told me to be careful.. I might prefer to make friends instead of enemies. He told me the legend The great prophet of thoth, Hari Seldon was based on.. A mathematician who defeated a galactic empire with numbers.. He never raised a fist.."

Euron shook his head, "Empires can not be defeated by math alone.."

"Remus.. You have read the foundation," Armon seemed excited..  "Great Uncle.. It is called Psychohistory.. Are not all wars fought with resources? They are but numbers.. Sea Navies are even more extreme in reliance on numbers.. "

Yara looks at her son a little surprised, "Armon.. Littleone.."

"He has read way to many of those books Yara.. I have read them to." Euron laughs, "Keep reading your books great nephew.. Their might be Iron blood in you yet I await our duel for the throne.. If you make it!"

"Just keep in mind what the witch told your brother.. My Father, "Yara narrows her own eyes..

"You.." Theon angrily speaks, "I.. We.. Really need to talk.."

"Dad.. " Remus proudly speaks, "Auntie Yara brought her son.."

"Lord Theon Greyjoy," Armon nods his slightly.. "I am Armon Creel Greyjoy.. I am pleased to meet you sir.."

Looking at Madam Prime Minister whose jaw dropped, "I named my son after his father.. I see you have returned from your exile.. " Yara grins evilly,"We are the people of the drowned.. You figured it out.."

"Over a F#$%ing Heinikien Yara.. Season two.. I.." Theon looked at Armon and swallowed hard, "He.. He looks so small.. Armon.. Do you have any health problems?"

"No sir.. I am just not as strong, or fast, or as smart as everyone else.. I hope you," Armon is shocked when Theon hugs him..

"Welcome home Armon.."Taking both boys hand, "Lets go eat.. We have family business to attend to.."

Yara whispers to Euron, "Meow.."

Euron swallows hard, "The old witch.. Said not to challenge the man who fathered my great nephew.." whispering to himself, "We are not family and he would treat me like a common criminal. I would be hung on a T.."

Myrcella narrowed her eyes as she politely took Yara's arm, "Yes.. Breakfast sounds like a great idea.. Dear sister in law.."

"Petyr's punishment can wait.. The Crew is still building the cross for him," Theon spoke to a guard as they walked..

"What is a cross," Remus Asked? 

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Have a drink @"Armonica_Templar"

[Armonica_Templar]

Years ago

"It is not Funny.. You are dressed like a prostitute Theon.. Trying to find a lucky fellow.."

"Robb.." Theon snorts, "Your first night in the club and you cant even get a girl to go home with you.. Uncle Ned must be proud.. At this rate he will be a grand father oh.. In about three hundred years.."

 "Your are dressed a little bit fancy Theon," Eddard Stark chuckles as a waitress brings drinks.. "Dressed like that.. Robb is right are you looking to bring home a man?"

Downing a drink, "Is that a challenge?"

Catelyn is eyeing several young women, "You brought me to a brothel.. This music is way to loud.."

"Auntie Catelyn.. Better profit margin when the food and beer is added in.. Plus we own the hotels next door.. Trust me.. This place has not been empty," Theon takes another Drink..  "Ah.. F#$% it.. Auntie Catelyn.. Pick any woman in the bar.."

Eddard Stark laughs, "My son Robb is a Stark.. Heir to my throne and he.."

"That one," Catelyn drinks a red drink.. "The one that has had fun shooting down all the men hitting on her.."

"Good one mother.. " Robb Stark Laughs, "Do you want me to help you pretty boy? You got your nails painted, shaved like a woman, took a two hour bath, and put on lotion."

Jon came back up, "This is humbling.. I have been laughed at three times.."

With his weird looking Jacket  with a sash Theon smiled, "The one out of place in the black dress.. Longer nose.." Downing his drink, "Take notes Uncle Ned.. Robb.. Auntie Catelyn I might bring her to my room.."

Catelyn Stark laughs, "Yeah right.." Seeing Theon looking at her, "Sure.. I wont object if you can get the one in the black dress.." Catelyn laughs as a drunk man is slapped down by the girl in the black dress, "Safest promise I ever made.. You may use the room you helped me rebuild for guest Theon.."

Theon Bows taking Catelyn's hand, "My Queen.." Theon kisses between her fingers..

After blushing she slaps Theon loudly, "I am a married woman.. My husband is right.." She notices several people staring..

Theon smiles and takes out a gold coin tossing it to Eddard Stark.. Loudly, "Lord Twin just wanted me to test your wifes loyalty.. He thought her being ten years your junior made her vurnable.. Again.. Please forgive this Prefect Creel.. May I now go mingle My lord.. I am supposed to report on the feasibility of this type of facility to the Merchants guild in .."

Laughing and having to hide his face, Eddard stark waves off Theon.. "Go mingle Prefect Creel.."

Catelyn Stark is blushing, "Eddard.." Ned Stark whispers something to Catelyn making her eyes go wide, "You.. You old beast.."

The two kiss making Robb roll his eyes..

Whispering in her ears, "After Theon fails miserably.. " Ned Stark whispers something, "And.."

Catelyn bites her bottom lip, "You are trying to give them more siblings.."

Jon and Robb watch as Theon goes out near the woman in the black dress.

"He is not talking to the right one.." Robb Stark is confused, "He.."

Ned Stark taps his son to move to the side, "Are you seeing this.."

"You two turn around.. Let me know when Theon fails.." Catelyn turns Ned's head, "He does not matter.. Keep telling me what you intend to do when we get home.."

"I am just a lowly Prefect.. A guest of house stark.." Jon and Robb are listening to Theon.. "Ok.. Gossip.. I heard the Queen dies her pubes blue.. The king likes to part the great waters.."


Jon and Robb are wide eyed as they are listening..

He ignores the woman in the black dress after a few more comments.. "My nails.. You cant laugh.. Princess Sansa needed and Princess Ayra needed someone to practice on.."

"So you are just a low level servant.. Who has been passed to house stark like a little B#$%^," The woman in the black dress cracks a joke..

Speaking with a red headed girl, "Is she always like this.. Pardon me my liege.." Theon mockingly bows to the woman, "Tis a knghts duty to set an example for young ladies.. Soon enough they will find out men are jack A$$es.." Snapping his fingers like a gay guy, "Besides .." Playfully hitting her on the arm then wiggling his fingers, "I think it is important that little ladies develop confidence.."

"I have met plenty of sailor like you.. My father is one.." The woman in the black dress shakes her head, "You have to do better then that.."

The red head grabbed Theon, "We do not know her.. We just met her.."

The woman in the black dress got a pissed off look on her face..

A very big man walked over to the red headed girl, "Hey Daria.. Why are you talking to these losers?"

"Great.. Theon would get int trouble," Robb shakes his head.. Robb is surprised to get the kill signal from Theon..

The two watch in confusion as Theon backhands the thug.. Eddard Stark stands..

Theon takes off his coat handing it to the woman in the black dress," Now good Sir.." The big man growls, "I challenged you to a duel big man.. I ask you to choose the house rules you wish to follow for this duel.."

"Duel..I," theon slaps the big man again..

"Big man.. I am required as the Personal Prefect of the queen.. Cersei to follow the rules.. If I kill you without following them I will be beaten," Theon's tone is droning on for a minute.. "I am also required to follow my mother's houses dueling rule.. She is lover of King Martel.." 

Eddard Stark roles his eyes as Catelyn stands to watch..

"First I am Required to buy you and your friends  a drink," theon Stumbles and the lady in the black dress catches him.. "Me thinks my lady.. Drinks on me for this man and his three friends.."

The big man is pissed, "That is not a tradition.."

One of his friends takes  four of the drinks as the waitress brings out five..

"Actually.. Someone from the house of Martell was in here a few nights ago," The friend spoke.. "They were partying hard.. Free drinks.."

"First to my host lord stark," Theon bows as he yells.. "And his much younger wife.. You old dog.." Theon raises his glass and waits, "Big man.. You have to say the rest of the toast.. Then we break bread.."

Embarassed, "I.. Uhm.. To .. Your Liege.. I.."

The friends and the big man down the drink..

"Really," theon gets pissed as he looks at the big man.. "You GOD D@#$ idiot.. Waitress.. Five more drinks. Bring a small piece of .. Of fat from the grill..."

Several people chuckle as Theon holds up four fingers..

The woman in a black dress smiles and brings out four more drinks and the food on the plate.. 

"Is the woman in the black dress smiling," Catelyn stark was surprised?

The whole scene is repeated again and again for the next ten rounds.. Each time four more drinks are brought out and four bites of food..

"Theon is cheating.. he is not drinking his," Robb stark chuckles.. "He is getting them drunk.."

The Bigman is quiet drunk, "Lord stark.. You.. your are the best.. Bestest man.. Long live.. Live the husband of a pretty.. Pretty lady.."

The three other Drunk men repeat it swaying and blinking.. 

The Big man drinks his drink as his buddies stumble..

The big man turns green.. "I Love you Daria and.. I want.. " 

Whispering as he reaches for his jacket, "We have lift off in .. Three.. Two.."

Uncontrolably the big man pukes on Daria.. Making several of the other friends turn green.. 

"Ewe.. Eddard it is time we left.. " Catelyn looks away, "One of you go get Theon we.."

"Mother," Robb is looking at Theon..

Eddard Stark laughs, "Catelyn.. you spoke to soon my queen.."

"What.. It is over Theon," Catelyn turns around and sees the woman in the black dress kissing Theon.. "I.."

Jon is scratching his head," She.. He said he was just a prefect.. What ever that is.."

After the kiss breaks, "Listen.. I.." 

Theon kisses the woman in the black dress on the neck, "Names are not important.. I.. I dont normally do this.. Do.. Do you.."

The woman in black dress kisses Theon again, "I havent got a room yet.. We can rent one if you want.. "

Theon kisses her again, "You smell good.. You .. I.."

She puts her finger on his lips, "Lets go before I change my mind.."

Taking off a cloth belt," I have a carriage outside.. If you are willing to let me cover your eyes I will.." 

The woman kisses Theon, "God this is stupid.. "

"She is definately not a lady," Catelyn Stark shakes her head.." I wonder where they are going?"

"To the guest room probably," Eddard starks shakes his head as Theon gives them a one finger salute.. "Balon's son indeed.."

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Martell stood on the dock watching with Cersei and Ellaria as Theon was pissed off..

"We executed the contract as ordered," The man poked Theon in the chest.. "You think we are afraid of you.. You sit on the dock by our ship with out guards.."

Theon turned his head with his eyes close, "It was for undamaged..

Euron and Oberyn looked at each other.. Martell drew his blade as did Euron..

Yara and Joral draw their blades as Myrcella pulls both boys behind her..

"Ygritte, Ros, Talisa, Shireen, Ayra, " Theon Addresses several of the ones on the deck of the ship.. "Please go with Aeron and Melisandre to Lord Martell.. As for you Cersei.. Thank you for bribing the Captain of this ship.. I needed an excuse to kill him."

One of the Deck hands freezes, "You.. Uncle Theon How can you tell?"

"Littleone. Ayra... Uncle Armon has been blessed with second sight," Theon is shoved back by the Slaver Captain.. "You are challenging me.. My not Uncle's wife you are blocking from meeting her betrothed.."

"Please.. You are weak," The Slaver Captain circles Not Theon.. Drawing his blade, "I will."

Theon claps his hand as he goes into a tiger stance.. Everyone freezes as a green flames comes from Not Theon's hands.

The Slaver Captain comes at Theon as he dodges.. Catching the slavers arm and breaking it, Green flames rise from the burning Arm..

Theon kicks the Captain down as the Slaver tries to grab his blade with his not broken burning hand.. Theon Jumps on his back and grabs his face as the smell of burning flesh fills the air..

Remus and Armon both look forward not hiding their gaze..

The Slaver Captain scream as he inhales the green flames.. Theon waits till the man stops moving and stands back.. He utters a few words and slams a fist into his palm.. The green flame disappears from his hands as the slaver's body is burning..

The crew of the slaver ship are frozen in place, "Now.. Uncle Aeron.. Please remove my people from the boat.."

Martell, Euron, Yara, Myrcella, Cersei, Ellaria, and everyone else is silent..

Taking the red witches arm, "After you ladies.."

The slavers just stand their as a few move out of the way..

"Uncle Euron.. I .. I will kill the crew.." Theon snaps his finger and a little spark of green flame comes out theons finger tips, "I have taken my people back in the Ancient tradition of the drowned god.. How ever.. Someone must steal the crews loyalty.."


Euron shakes off his amazement at the apparent use of Magic by his nephew.. He immediately move to the edge of the dock sheathing his sword.. He lands on the side of the plank and then launches himself onto the rails.. Euron then clears the rails and is on the deck, "I see my new crew has met my nephew.." Drawing his blade, "I claim this Ship for my bride to be.. As a wedding gift.."

Several move to kill Euron.. Martell watches as Euron disposes of several attackers..

Aeron walks over to Martell, "Prince Martell it is an honor.."

Euron wipes the blood off his sword on a dead body, "I claim this ship as mine.. Take down your flag.. I will have mine.."

A member of the merchants guild walks up, "King Euron.. Your flag.."

Everyone looks at Theon again..

Glaring at Melisandre Theon walks over to Shireen who is scared, "My lord.."

Going to his knee as the green flames has disappeared from his hand, "I see the greyscale.." Gently he touches the side of her face, "My lady Baratheon.. We must treat it.. so you may grow stronger.." Looking at Melisandre, "We do not sacrifice children .."

"You.. You can cure me," Shireen has a tear fall.. "Lord Greyjoy.."

Another Scream fills the air making Martell smile, "Ser Clegane?"

"As I said my loyal ally.. Do you know how It was hard to find a gay or bisexual Giant," Theon smiles evilly as he puts his hands two feet apart.. "Every time Ser Clegane tries to escape.."

Oberyn is quiet for a moment and then bows, "Of course MY loyal ally.. Will you show me this.. This very wonderful thing?"

"My father traded.." Cersei looks at Martell, "Remember you are allied with the Iron Throne.."

"Oberyn," Theon hands Shireen to Ellaira. "You will of course take custody of him.. I am close to breaking the law.. You will need to sign off on the request for transfer of the prisoner.. For crimes against the House Martell..  Also,The merchants guild wishes to negotiate for more access.."

Turning to one of his entourage, "Arrange a meeting with the local Merchants guild.. Bring me the papers I am required to sign.. Your local authorities will have all the papers they wish.. " Oberyn coldly speaks, "As for serving the crown.. Trade deals are separate Queen mother... If the good people wish for more trade, I think I can pull a few strings. Especially for an honest people catching a man wanted in Dorne for multiple Crimes.."

"And you ordered this treatment of YOUR prisoner," theon spoke quickly.. A contingent of people were walking up,"Oh. And thank you for bringing lady Baratheon to New Essos for treatment."

"Lord Theon Greyjoy.." A woman with the group appraoched.. As another weaker scream filled the area, "This is against our.."

"Madam Mayor," theon looked at Martel..

"Thank you for holding the criminal in Dornes new temporary embassy.."Oberyn flashed his smile.. "Madam Mayor," Martell took the female mayors hand.. "While flowers, roses, and money are known aphrodesiacs.. You wear power with a grace quiet rare in other rulers.."

The mayor blushes as Oberyn kisses her hand, "I.. I.."

"This foul criminal Raped my sister and killed her and her children.." Martell  spoke as he still held the mayors hand, "I apologize for the brutality you must witness. A lady such as yourself deserves much better.."

"Madam Mayor," One of the men tries to speak..

"Shut the F#$% up thatcher," The Mayor is smiling like a school girl.. Looking in Oberyn's eyes, "You lie so prettily.. Normally one files the paperwork before.."

"My lady..  Let me treat you to dinner.. And your citymen.. I have delivered Lady Baratheon for treatment to Castle Stewart.. "

"Madam Mayor.. We know Lord Greyjoy hired slavers to.." Thatcher paused as Euron landed back on the dock, "Your.."

"I see no slaver ship.." Euron points to the flag,"That is MY vessal.."

Sheathing his sword Euron walks over to Cersei..

"I," Cersei looks at Theon.. "Have not.."

Theon raises his hand making the green flame raise from his hand, Cersei calmly walks trying not to shake.. "Euron.. " She takes his arm, "You nephew has.."

"Auntie slash Ex-mother in law.. So we are clear.. Mark these words in stone.." Theon raises his voice, "I have virtually zero interest in the Iron Thron, the Iron Islands or Your daughter's Prime Ministership.. I take the first one that tries to drag me back in.."

[Armonica_Templar]

Myrcella watches as Not Theon and Oberyn are entertaining the kids from the orphanage with a wooden sword fight..

Oberyn's wooden sword breaks giving Theon and edge..

Pointing the wooden sword at Oberyn, Theon tosses it aside and begins what we know as Capoeira  Katas..

Prince Martell bows and responds by moving weirdly himself..

The orphans are clapping..

The two start moving very fast dodging and parrying the blows.. Somehow they both throw each other..

"You have gotten fat and lazy Theon," Oberyn lands like a cat with a smile on his face..

Switching to snake, "I am not the one sweeting Prince.."

"Lord Greyjoy," Cersei is actually watching the fight.. "Your nephew.. Fights like a pit fighter.."

Looking at Yara and Myrcella, "And my niece and your daughter are both under his spell.."

Cersei notices the Yara is biting her bottom lip, "What does she know that she is not telling us.."

A bell rings and the children all let out an awe..

Theon sees the Matron of the Ned Stark orphanage.. He stops and taps the ground, "Prince Oberyn.. I concede.. The children must stick to their schedule.."

Prince Oberyn Martell copies Theon's motion tapping, "Lord Theon.. You can not concede when it is a tie.."

Both men bow to each other..

"Castle Stewart's Liason Lady Ros.." Theon turns, "Will you tuck the young lady's and gentlemen into their beds.."

"My lords," Ros smiles in her new clothes.. 

Several of the boys mutter something..

"If you do not go to bed.. I can not tell you of the legend of the first men as told to me.." Ros walks forward easily with the children, "We must get your ready first.."

Ellaira kisses Oberyn, "That was amazing.."

Oberyn whispers, "I am not sure I could have won.. It was fun.."

The other guest clap and give both men a standing ovation..

Theon walks over to Cersei, "Dear Ex- mother in law now Auntie Greyjoy to be. May I have the first dance of this celebration."

Cersei narrows her eyes as Theon, "Thank you.."

Theon takes Cersei's hand pulling her up.. As she glares at him as Theon pulls her to the dance floor..

On cue the lights softy dim, as slow dance classical music is played by a band..

Theon pulls Cersei close to him, putting his hand on her back. 

"Your skin is cold Cersei," Theon slow dances..

Euron and everyone else has their eyes glued in silence..

"You are forward," Cersei pauses as Theon holds her..

"If I thought F#$%ing you would increase my odds.. I would wrap you around my fingers," Theon whispers..

"I am not a whore to be passed around Greyjoy," Cersei whispers back.. "You think I will forget this.. You have attacked me.."

"You will sit on the Iron Throne," Theon's breath blows across the soft small hairs on her neck.. "If you marry Euron here in new Essos.. Prenups are automatic.."

"Stop blowing on my neck," Cersei takes a deep breath.. "Please.."

Theon puts a small space between them as niether quits smiling..

"I have saved Myrcella.. Hopefully Tommen will have time to grow under Sansa," Theon seems mournful in his tone.. "I cant save Joffery or your father.."

Cersei subtely pulls him closer.. She moves around with Theon as she whispers into his ear, "You play the game for the throne well.. "

"With your marriage to Euron.. He will be obliged to use his fleet to defend his wife's claim.. He will be not king but first man," Theon whispers back.. "You will sit on the Iron Throne.."

"You took my daughter and her innocence.. My Brother is now," Cersei takes a deep breath As theon blows on her neck softly.. "Stop that.. If.. You wish an allaince.. A child?" Cersei's tone changed, "There are more appropriate ways.. To ask.. My daughter will not be happy.."

"Not interested Iron Queen," Theon is massaging Cersei's back as the lights do not show the wide eyes.. "I am serious that you will sit on the Iron throne.. I.. " Cersei moved her hip, "Touche.. You are ruthless and stupid.."

Cersei is confused with a mixture of emotions, "You try to turn me on and withdraw as I advance.. "

"You are a pragmatist.. Think for a moment.. Your son married to A stark.. Jamie with kids with a knight.. Myrcella's children in WCM," Theon whispers on her neck as the two close dance..

"You control the children already.." Cersei tries to hide her responses, "You plan to kill my son and father.. You arranged for my brother to.."

"Your son and your father have made many enemies.." Theon dances as he can hear the whispers, "We both know mistakes have been made.. Contol is what you are worried about.. Be smart and pick those who are competant.. Rule through them.."

Theon Spins Cersei, "Your body gives you away Theon.. Let me make a counter proposal.." Cersei puts her hand on Theon's back, "Come with me to westerios.. We can take the throne from my son.. I have lost his control to Tywin.. I will let you father children with me.. I will appoint you as my adviser.."

Theon dances for a moment, "My lady that would be unwise.. I cant risk you dying before you take the Iron Throne.. I cant let you place.."

Cersei slides her hand down to Theon's butte," If you are serious.. Do not want me in your bed.. Give me something to prove you are serious about what you have said.." Seductively she whispers in Theon's ear, "Give me Petyr Baelish as my wedding gift.. Fore go your revenge. In return I will not attempt to undo the breeding plan you have.. I will approve my brothers marriages so that children will be born to the house Lannister."

"One condition.. Baelish has to wear women's clothes as your hand madien..Do we have a deal," Theon Coldly speaks. "You will remember our deal here today.. As a sign of faith.. You acknowledge.. You serve as Shae's Maid of honor and do not insult Tyrion.."

Cersei takes a deep intake as Theon's thumb hits a spot on her back, "We do you.. You care about my brother.."

"Honest.. I think he is cool.. Like you he has no hope for power.. He has learned the hard way.. Pragmatically," Theon whispers in her ear again.. "We both know a good adviser does not kiss your A$$.. Odds are someone will kill Shae.. It just will not be you.. As time goes by, the more you do not backstab me the more we trade.."

Trying not to melt, "We.. We have a deal Greyjoy.."

Theon immediately stops dancing and takes Cersei's arm as the music still plays. Walking her back over, "Euron.. Your bride has accepted your proposal of marriage.. " Theon places Cersei's hand in Euron's, "Petyr Baelish will be delivered to your room as the wedding gift you requested of me persoally Queen mother.. In the condition he is in right now." 

Theon walks away pissed off as the eyes of everyone follows him..

Cersei caught the glare from her daughter, "Myrcella.. May we talk privately my dear.." Holding up her hand, "As mother Daughter.. Not heads of state.."

"My betrothed," Euron stands and fakes a smile..

"You as well Yara.. If my grand children are going to be raised around each other.. I wish to get to know you," Cersei tried to control her emotions biting a bottom lip.. "Beside dear Betrothed it is gossip among women.." Placing a hand on his shoulder, "Yara is well armed and can protect me.. Please have our wedding gift put on your ship.. " After a pause, "He is not allowed to remove the womens clothes he is wearing.. Ever.. It is part of the deal.."

Euron looked at Cersei, "My queen to be.. I will await you in our bed chamber.."

Yara speaks to Ygritte who is quietly standing next to her, "If Myrcella is ok with it.. Both boys are hiding under the table.. Put them to bed.. "

Remus and Armon both crawl out from under a table cloth.. The men laugh quietly as Myrcella and Yara blare at both boys.. 

"Same for you other two," Myrcella speaks in a mother's voice..

From a different table, Noye and Shireen also come out from under a different table..

Ygritte shakes her head, "You four..Do not make me grab ears.."

Myrcella speaks with Oberyn,"My apologies Prince.. My ex-husband is.. It is not like him to.."

Prince Oberyn waves his hand, "My lady.. I just watched a man trade revenge and justice for something else.. I am not sure I could do the same.. We of the house Martell are not insulted.. " Taking a moment, "Do you mind if Ellaria speaks with him.."

Yara does not catch her jealousy in time as Mycella starts to speak..

"My Ladies despite her charms.. I have met a few men like Theon before.. They are very picky but loyal.. Perhaps a friendly ear while you speak with you .. With Cersei," Oberyn looks at all three.. "I trust Ellaria completely," Oberyn kisses Ellaira..

"I will speak you two first over what we discuss," Ellaira follows off to the same direction Theon went.

"Dear Daughter," Cersei walks over.. "I am curious about my two grandbabies.. We have never really talked."

"We can start with what you and my husband spoke about," Myrcella coldly speaks..

"Yes.. the one who returned," Cersei cryptically spoke..

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Arya Stark stands in front of Theon, "You knew it was me.. Are.. Are you a demon? Possessed.. How do I know it is you?"

"Dr. who girl," Theon laughs.. Taking deep breath, "So.. Am I being stupid?"

"Your sister was the one from the club.. So yes," Arya laughs.. "Pervert.. "

Theon cracks a smile, "You have to do better than that DWG."

Arya hugs Theon, "You had me worried.. You .. Out of the Blue Myrcella assumed ontrol.. You.. You.." Arya looked at him, "Your not Theon.. That is why.. One day you could not give.."

"Her.. The codes.. Myr then did what we talk about.. " Theon smiled, "The house of El, Adamintium, and if memory serves Qapla.."

"Batman, Tea pot scandal, and jesse Owens 1939.." Arya happily grins and hugs Theon, "It is you.. Wait.. Stepping back.. That day you got hit in the head and knew nothing.."

"I.. I couldn't save your father.. I knew he would die.. Just not when or where," Theon sat down on a stone in a courtyard.. "Before you leave I have new weapons for you.."

"You seem older and more.. " Arya sat down, "It was you who told me bed time stories.. Theon.."

"I went home to a land far far away," theon chuckled..

"That funny one about the Ogre knight Shrek," Arya laughed.. "Princess Fiona.. I wanted to be like her.."

"I only promised Cersei I would not kill Tywin or Joffery," Theon spoke quietly.. "I told her that it is to late for them.." Theon stands, "You came to get answers from me.. You pause because of the flames.."

Arya put her hand on her sword, "Theon.. You let Petry go.."

Theon walks away slowly then bolts..

Arya gives chase, "Theon wait.. I am not here to kill you.."

Following up a building Arya is trying to catch her breath..

For the next eight minutes Arya runs through the building just a step behind..

"Wait.." Arya draws her sword as a hooded figure opens a stairway, "You.."

Removing the hood, "Lord Armon Creel waits for you Arya Stark of the house Stark.."

Arya stark pauses.. "What are you?"

A man without a face walks up wearing Theon's clothes, "They are Children of the forest.. Lord Creel gave you the codes you have been chasing me.."

The man walks down stairs as the CoF rehoods herself pushing Arya gently..

Inside the staircase, the CoF shuts the door and touches it..

Arya sees the weird lighting as she follows.. The faceless man leads the way.. 

"Where are we going," Arya Stark's forward motion stops as the faceless man holds out his arm.. He points down to a darkened area, "I dont see anything?"

The CoF picks up a pebble and throws it into the the darkness..

Arya goes wide eyed as the pebble sounds like it bounced off a wall and keeps going.. It hits another wall a minute later and keeps doing this till she can no longer hear it..

The faceless man pushes in a stone on the wall.. A door the size of one person appears as the stone slides back..

Arya is gently pushed forward by the CoF as the faceless man entered..

After they stop and the facelessman give a code, another stone wall opens.. They enter a large underground area..

Arya walks past armored men who have weird looking crossbows pointed at her..

A man in Cameoflauged fatigues, with a gold oak leaf, and leather boots walks up, "Lady Arya.. Major Licr'd of Free Westerios.. Welcome to the Area 42.."

Arya Stark is dumbfounded as she sees people moving around..

"Lord Armon Creel is waiting for you in the TS Brig area.." Major Licr'd does not seem happy as he hands over a piece of paper, "You have been granted an omega level Clearance.. "

"Omega what," Arya tries to take everything in.. "Area 42.."

"I am A major in Mag Int.. Area 42 is a central military hub where we coordinate military activites, Intelligence Activities, and other activities.." Major Licr'd points to an armband with a pentagram on it.. "Mag Int is magical Intelligence division.."

A man with four stars in the same type of uniform walks over with a kid n tow, "Please verify it is your sister.."

"Rickon," Arya has tears in her eyes.. "We were told you were dead.."

The man with four stars puts his hand out, "Son.. Please Verify it is your sister.."

"Do you remember what Theon told us when that woman left," Rickon stops and sighs..

Arya draws her sword, "Let my brother go!"

"Arya.. They are on our side.. Humor me," Rickon spoke calmly..

"He did not really speak for several days.. " Arya pauses, "I mean he still read me the tale of Captain Janeway and voyage trying to get back to the Iron Isles.. It was the first time I heard of.."

Arya looks at her brother, "What was the real name of the Insectiod crew member?"

"Jeri Taylor," Rickon sounds excited.. "Ok second question.. Uhm.. Dutchess Ro and Mothers first arguement was over me.."

Arya sheathes her sword, "No.. It was over who I found out was Yara breaking Theons heart and.." She covers her mouth, "OMG.. The Dutchess and mama knew.. she was.. "

"She called mother a B#$%," Rickon smiles.. "General Frist.. Uhm.."

Arya Stark looks at the man with four stars, "The first girl you kissed Rickon.. "

General Frist looked at Rickon, "Son?"

"She wasnt a girl.. Uncle Theon had been coaching me on having confidence.. I got caught with one of the daughters of the servants.. By her mother.." Rickon looked at Arya, "Her name?"

"Joy was the daughter," Arya hit Rickon in the arm.. "Father caught you making out with her mother.. Uhm Julie.."

Rickon picks up Arya and hugs her as tears fell, "Its my sister.. Who watched it the whole time.."

The General Laughs, "That will suffice.. Lord Armon is waiting on you in the TS brig.. Rickon will help prepare dinner for everyone.."

"You mean Theon," Arya hugs Rickon.. "Yara named her son after his father.. Oh.."

"Yara Greyjoy," Rickon looked at Arya.. That was the girl from the club.. That.. EWE!!"

"Lady Stark..  I would appreciate if you would give us third verifacation of Theon," General Frist speaks..  "Lord Armon Creel.."


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