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"You're too easily riled and it ruins your composure" Brandon the elder clicked his tongue. "You need to control your emotions better, or anyone with a working mind can use it against you and the people you serve."
Theon grit his teeth, glaring down at his feet. Serve? What did he mean serve? The Starks held him as a prisoner for what his father tried to do. He served them because he had little choice.
"He is still a lord Paramount's son uncle Brandon. Lord Stark's treats him as a family not a servant" Jon Snow said he didn't do it for Theon as he hated the guy for what he was going to do but he didn't like the way Brandon Stark the elder is behaving like he is so smart when he doesn't have shot for brains.
Ned Strak nodded with small smile at Jon defending Theon from his brother even though the two of them don't like each other much.
Theon looked at Jon with a surprise in his eyes who stared back. Theon nodded his head towards Jon thanking him who returned the gesture with a smile.
"My lady? Your loyalty to your captors is touching."
"Captors?" Brandon raised an eyebrow, "Is he not fostering under you brother?"
"His father rebelled against the Crown. He is with Ned to keep his father in line, the man's last son" Robert explained instead.
"But he is a part of our family" Robb added with a smile, which dropped seeing the look on Theon's face.
"Tell me, how do you think Balon Greyjoy would feel if he could see his only surviving son has turned lackey?"
Theon grit his teeth, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping his knees. A gentle but rough hand patted his hand and he looked up to see his sister giving him a look.
"I have not turned lackey" Theon whispered to her harshly.
"Then stop acting offended at everything the imp is saying" Yara almost snapped whispering to him. "Control your emotions or you'll get washed away by it" she warned before pulling her hand away.
Theon stared at his feet, still gripping his knees.
"I still remember seeing my father's fleet burn in Lannisport. I believe your uncles were responsible?"
"Must have been a pretty sight."
"Nothing prettier than watching sailors burn alive. Yes, a great victory for your people. Shame how it all turned out."
"We were outnumbered 10 to one."
"A stupid rebellion then."
"It was," Yara said loud enough for Theon to hear.
The boy's head snapped towards her, making her roll her eyes.
"Father thought the realm broken, but how? Robert had the Stormslands, the North and the Vale under him. The Westerlands were tied to him by marriage and the Reach and Crownlands were doing everything to get on his good side. In what way was the Rebellion going to be a success?"
Seeing the lack of a response, Yara rolled her eyes.
"Father isn't infallible, and everything he says isn't some divine scripture either."
"The Iron Islands deserve their independence" Theon argued.
"Then he should have found a way to do it where it didn't outnumber us and get our brothers killed."
Theon looked back down and glared at his feet.
"I suppose your father realized that when your brothers died in battle. Now here you are, your enemy's squire."
"Careful, Imp."
"I've offended you. Forgive me, it's been a rough morning."
"He's not sorry at all" Jaime snorted.
[In the courtyard of Castle Black, Jon Snow is giving the group lessons in fighting. As Alliser marches in with a new recruit.]
"What in seven hells is that?"
"They'll need an eighth hell to fit him in."
"Oh poor Sam" Margaerys said with a sad smile. As the daughter of the Warden of The South, she knew every son of every Lord who visited Highgarden for one reason or the other. Sam was one of those that she genuinely liked.
"It was only a matter of time" Olenna shook her head. Randyl Tarly was a militaristic man and was not shy about showing his dislike for the boy who was his firstborn, who was gentle and kind like his mother.
"Who is he?" Arya questioned.
"Samwell Tarly. He's Lord Randyl Tarly's oldest" Margaery answered.
"Tell them your name."
"Samwell Tarly, of Horn Hill. I mean, I was of Horn Hill. I've come to take the black"
"Come to take the black pudding."
"They're all going to be very mean to him, aren't they" Sansa asked with pity. She didn't feel anything towards the boy, rather one could argue that she was quite repulsed by how fat the boy was. Still, she couldn't just stand by and watch someone get bullied.
Ironic for her, that was exactly what she did. Not that she realized it yet.
"Well, you couldn't be any worse than you look. See what he can do."
[Samwell is taken down almost immediately.]
"I yield. Please, no more."
"On your feet. Pick up your sword. Hit him till he finds his feet. It seems they've run short of poachers and thieves down south."
"Bloody hell" Renly rubbed his face. He wasn't that good with a sword in hand, but this was something else entirely.
"Wasn't he the heir of Hornhill? How is he this bad?" Stannis questioned.
"His mother coddled him and by nature, he's a gentle boy. He's always been a better reader than a fighter" Margaery explained.
"No wonder his father threw him to the Watch then" Rhaegar muttered. He knew Randyl Tarly. Samwell was lucky his father did not plan his assassination and make it look like an accident.
"Now they send us squealing bloody pigs. Again, harder."
"Enough! He yielded."
"Looks like the bastard's in love. All right then, lord Snow, you wish to defend your lady love, let's make it an exercise. You two. Three of you ought to be sufficient to make Lady Piggy squeal. All you've got to do is get past the bastard."
"He's being unnecessarily cruel" Elia frowned.
"I wouldn't say this is unnecessary" Doran spoke. "Ser Alliser is responsible for training the new recruits and preparing them for what's on the other side. The Wildlings are vicious fighters, they need to be ready for that. And for that, they need a stern hand to push them."
Elia's frown did not fall.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
[Alliser has the three guys attack Jon, trying to get to Sam, Jon successfully defends them all off.]
"No. Yield yield yield! I yield."
"We're done for today. Go clean the armoury. That's all you're good for."
"Well fought!"
"Piss off."
"Did he hurt you?"
"I've had worse."
"You can call me Sam... If you want. My mother calls me Sam."
"It's not going to get any easier, you know? You'll have to defend yourself."
"Why didn't you get up and fight?"
"I wanted to. I just couldn't."
"Why not?"
"I'm a coward. My father always says so."
"So he's a coward not because he feels it, but because his father says so" Renly mused, "sounds to me like what he needs is a bit more confidence in himself."
"Hard to have that with Randyl Tarly as a father. The man does not favour or value something if it does not add to the military prowess of his House. His sons are no exceptions" Margaery explained.
"Sons?"
"He has two. Samwell and Dickon. Dickon is a much better fighter than Samwell, probably why Lord Tarly had no issues sending his eldest to the Watch. He has another son to name as heir."
[Scene shifts to Daenerys and the horde who have arrived in the Dothraki homeland.]
"Vaes Dothrak. The city of the horse lords."
"A pile of mud. Mud and shit and twigs - best these savages can do."
"These are my people now. You shouldn't call them savages."
"I'll call them what I like because they're my people. This is my army. Khal Drogo is marching the wrong way with my army."
"Your brother is delusional if he thinks the Dothraki are now his" Oberyn snorted.
"He has always been spoilt as a child by father, because of the many miscarriages mother had after me. The sense of entitlement came from there, and it seems he never grows out of it" Rhaegar sighed in disappointment.
"If he doesn't reign it in soon, he is going to meet a sticky end" Doran mused out loud.
Daenerys, now sitting with her brother, wrung her hands nervously hearing Doran Martell.
[Viserys rides ahead.]
"If my brother was given an army of Dothraki, could you conquer the Seven Kingdoms?"
"The Dothraki have never crossed the Narrow Sea. They fear any water their horses can't drink."
"But if they did?"
"King Robert is fool enough to meet them in open battle,"