Game of Thrones: The Prideful One

Chapter 8:

It's been three weeks since Sansa arrived at Bear Island.

And my birds have already informed me of three plots against me, these people in the south need a hobby.

Tywin wants to marry me to Myrcella, who, by the way, is even younger than Sansa because he wants to chain me to his house and have Sansa under his careful watch.

Littlefinger wants to kill me, for reasons I have yet to comprehend, I know he is obsessed with Catelyn Stark, but Jesus tone it down.

Cersei wants to kill me before her father succeeds in breaking my betrothal.

But not all is bad, the Bolton's are now an enemy of the North, and in a few days, I will be moving with the other houses to take them down.

Lord Stark has called his banners; it didn't take much, all I had to do was inform of the attack, and have my spies reveal some sensitive information for Lord Stark to find that he was plotting with someone in the south to take the north.

The Bolton's would go extinct quite early, I say.

On the good side, Sansa has been warming up to me, I know she likes me, but I ain't the Prince she wanted.

A date every now and then, a rose here and there, and some elaborated pranks to shake the concept she has of what a lady should be are making her a better person.

She even admitted she found archery... intriguing, she didn't say she liked it, but she didn't say she hated it, which considering she's been under brainwashing for so long I call this a win.

She has the potential to be great, I see it, and I will help her, if she ends up hating some stuff, then it was her choice, not others telling her it was her choice.

"You are leaving today, right?" Sansa inquired, she sounded... worried?

"Aye, but it's alright, there ain't a man that can stop me," I smiled, "I'll be back, I have another overly elaborated date that will end with us covered in something, dirt or flour maybe both,"

Sansa giggled, "I'll be waiting then, my lord, it's a date," With that, Sansa left.

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"Are you ready?" Maege asked.

Maege had three daughters, and they were all dangerously powerful, Dacey was tall, taller than me, and Aly was strong like a big man.

The She-bear squad.

I nodded, "Aye,"

"Of course, those Bolton will know what happens when you mess with our family," Dacey said, almost growling.

I remember the day I arrived with Sansa, the moment they heard about the betrothal, they were about to create a black hole of happiness.

That changed when I told them about what lord Bolton had done.

Maege shouted to call my men and to show that old sadistic bastard to not mess with the bears!

Yes, she already considered Sansa a bear.

"Aye, now let's go, I want to bash his head myself," I chuckled.

[Roose Bolton POV]

Ramsey had gone and screwed everything up, and now the Stark had called their banners to end me.

At first, I denied giving that order, because I didn't give that order.

But soon, my secret letters with my contacts in the south came to Lord Stark's hands.

It didn't matter now; all I could do was stand my ground and die with honor fighting.

Someone had played me, and quite well I might add.

"Our blades are sharp," I shouted as my man got ready.

[Tyrion Lannister POV]

Father had summoned me, which by all means was weird, to help him, which was even weirder.

"To what do I owe this pleasure, father?" I inquired sarcastically.

"I need to go north, and visit Lord Mormont," Tywin said taking a sip of his cup of wine, "I want to know everything about him,"

"Hasn't every spy you have sent been killed... or worse?" If father wanted to kill me, there were certainly better ways to do it.

"That's why I'm sending you, he can't kill you," Tywin added.

"He most certainly can, have you heard how tall it is? He would demolish me," I chuckled, knowing that this would fire him up.

"Don't play dumb, I have enough of that with your siblings," Tywin said, rubbing his temples.

"Fine, I will take my leave," I nodded, is not like I had a choice, once father made a decision was final, whether we wanted or not.

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[Cersei POV]

Killing a man was easy, if you had enough gold to do it.

Ronard Mormont had become the most desirable man; every Lord wanted a piece of his money, of his success.

But I wasn't going to sell my daughter like a whore, as my father did with me.

He would die, before he even had the idea of putting his cock inside my daughter.

"Contact the faceless man, Varys," I ordered.

"As you wish," Varys nodded.

**Caw caw cawught bitches! I will get my corn!** Unbeknownst to them, a crow was spying on them.

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[Back Ronard Mormont POV]

I departed with three thousand men, and one hundred armored bears to House Bolton.

In a few days, I would be there, and I would end them.

I left forty percent of my army to protect my house, and the dogs the Bolton's so kindly gave me to protect Sansa.

With the Bolton's soon to be out of the picture, my next target would be House Frey, but that could wait for a little, I didn't necessarily have to eliminate all the Frey's, no.

I only had to kill the old disgusting vomit provoking nightmare giver bastard that leads that house.

His sons and daughters weren't that bad, and with a bit of money, their loyalty could be bought.

But if they proved to be like their father, well... accidents happen, and unfortunately for them, nobody would miss them.

Author Note: House Bolton is against the wall.

Sansa is warming up to Ronard.

Cersei wants to kill him.

Things are getting crazy.

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