Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

After the end of the long summer, the northern border is getting colder every day.

The further north you go, the more so.

The wide White Knife River has been covered with a thick layer of solid ice, which can be used by the army.

Theon Greyjoy knew that after crossing the river and walking along the Kingsroad for two days, he would reach Winterfell.

However, he did not feel the joy of returning home.

It's not his home.

Theon used to think so, but unfortunately, no one else thought so.

He is the adopted son of Duke Eddard Stark, but he bears the surname of the sea monster family after all.

And his father, Balon Greyjoy, once again proclaimed himself King of the Iron Islands, and sent troops to plunder the North.

Theon can feel the rejection and disgust of everyone around him, Sir Roderick, who taught him swordsmanship, and Robb Stark, who was as close to him as a brother... Even he once regarded him as a real man. Father's Lord Eddard Stark.

On the banks of the Trident River, he really wanted to stay and fight for Duke Ed, but unfortunately he was rejected.

Northerners don't trust themselves.

It's ridiculous that he grew up in Winterfell, and he naively thought that he was also a member of the Northern Territory.

But in the end, people still think of him as an ironborn.

Snapped--

Someone patted the shoulder, and Theon came back to his senses, and saw Robb Stark handing over a water bag, saying:

"Have some wine to warm you up."

"Okay." Sean took it and took a big gulp. He really felt the warmth from head to toe, and couldn't help but smile on his face.

Robb also smiled: "Don't think about it, your father is your father, and you are you. I have always regarded you as my brother."

Theon smiled wider, showing all eight teeth.

At this moment, the sentry came back and reported that they found the army going south from Winterfell ahead.

After waiting for a while, they saw Sir Jory Cassel, Captain of the Winterfell Guards, appear on the King's Road leading an army of 300 men.

After the two met, Sir Jory said:

"Lord Robb, we have received a request for help from Torrhen's Square. They are being attacked by the Ironborn."

Having said that, he involuntarily glanced at Theon.

Theon bit his cheek and said nothing.

Robb immediately said: "The Ironmen have already reached Torrhen's Square City? I will go with you to support!"

Sir Roderick immediately stopped him: "Lord Ed said that you must stay at Winterfell. Well, I will take another three hundred people to support Torrhen's Square with Jory."

Robb thought of his father's exhortation, so he had no choice but to nod.

And at this moment, Theon suddenly said: "Please let me go with you to support!"

Roderick frowned subconsciously, and then asked Robb with his eyes.

Robb looked at Theon's firm eyes, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded and said:

"good."

Theon waved his whip excitedly, turned the horse's head and headed west.

A group of people left the King's Road and headed for Torun Square City.

After traveling for four days, seeing that they were approaching Torrhen's Square, Sir Jory ordered the camp to be set up, and at the same time sent sentry cavalry to check the situation.

But when the sentinel came back, he brought a surprise news.

"Is the ironborn withdrawn?"

"Yes, my lord. Not only the iron people in Torrhen's Square City have withdrawn, but also the iron people in the area around the Rock Coast, Saltspear Beach, and Kraken Point."

"Why withdraw the troops? Isn't King Balon planning to continue fighting with the northern border?"

"have no idea."

The people from the northern border looked at each other in blank dismay, and Xi En was also dumbfounded.

For a moment, he didn't know whether he should be happy or depressed.

"My lord, Earl Tauhar of Torren Square City invites you to rest in the city."

Jory looked at the already dark sky and the camp that had been built behind him, and said:

"Today is too late, we will visit again tomorrow."

"good."

Theon left the tent, ate some dry food, and retreated into the tent to prepare for rest.

But tossing and turning but always unable to fall asleep.

The ironborn had retreated, which should be good news for him, since he would not have to deal with his own people.

But in this way, he could not prove his loyalty to the northerners.

Just as Theon was tossing and turning, there was a sudden commotion outside the tent.

He didn't pay attention at first, but the commotion grew louder and turned into shouts and screams—

"The Ironborn are coming! The Ironborn are coming!"

Theon rushed out of the tent suddenly, and saw that the camp was full of flames, killing and blood everywhere.

...

When the twilight of dawn dispelled the darkness, the northern captives were gathered in a corner of the camp and surrounded by wooden fences.

"I am really the son of King Balon!" Theon moved his body, came to the wooden fence, and called out, "Really! My name is Theon Greyjoy. Who is your commander? Tell him my name, he must know!"

Sir Jory scolded angrily: "Theon! Lord Ed has raised you for more than ten years! He treats you like his own son..."

"Fucking son!" Theon yelled back at the captain of the Winterfell guards, "I am the son of King Balon! Eddard Stark took me as a hostage!"

After that, he continued to yell at the ironmen outside.

After a while, a female ironman finally came over, cut the rope on Theon's body with the dagger at her waist, and led him out of the prison camp.

"Is your commander finally willing to see me?" Theon asked as he limped along.

"Yes." The female iron man led him to a tent.

But there was no one else in the account.

Theon asked suspiciously: "Who is your commander in chief? Has he not come yet?"

The female ironman took out a bandage, "The commander asked me to bandage the wound for you first."

"Okay. By the way, who is your commander? Aeron Damphair? Or Victarion?"

"You'll find out later."

Theon curled his lips, somewhat dissatisfied with the woman's pretentious mystery.

Only then did he have the time to look at the female ironman in front of him. She had a slender figure, slender legs, weather-beaten skin, and strong arms. She was a true ironborn.

Her face is thin, not particularly beautiful, but she has a pair of charming eyes.

"What's your name?" Theon asked.

"Isgrim."

"Esgri, do you know who I am?"

"Didn't you say it yourself, King Balon's son, Theon Greyjoy." The woman smiled.

This sweet smile captured Theon's heart at once.

"Since you know, then you still treat me better."

The woman showed a charming smile again: "Master Theon, you are so hurt that you still have the heart to make fun of it?"

"This injury is nothing to a true iron race." Theon straightened his back, "And I am the prince of the Iron Islands! The future king of the Iron Islands!"

"Okay, okay, Your Royal Highness."

Theon couldn't help touching her arm.

She didn't run away.

He had to go to hug her waist.

"Your Highness, I'm married." The woman reminded, but she still didn't escape, "And she's just pregnant."

Theon glanced at the woman's belly, and somehow became even more excited.

"By the Drowned God," said Theon, "what lucky fool married you?"

"I'm Siegling's wife."

"Sieglin?" Theon tried to remember the name, but only remembered that it seemed to be a shipbuilder from the Iron Islands. "It's a waste of you to marry him."

"Really?" The woman smiled charmingly again, "Then who should I marry? You?"

That's not okay. Theon thought to himself, how could he marry a commoner.

But being a lover is okay.

"Dear Ysgrid." Theon boldly put his arms around the woman, and was about to find her lips, "People in the Green Land say that a woman favored by a prince will give birth to noble blood."

"Really? But I already have lowly blood in my stomach."

"I can make it noble."

"Really?" The woman reached out to untie the man's pants.

"Of course!" Theon couldn't be more excited, but just as he was about to go further, the woman suddenly broke free.

Sean's pants fell to the ground, and he asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"Look at your ugly appearance, brother." The woman seemed to be a different person, pointing at Theon's naked lower body, with contempt in her eyes, "I didn't expect you to learn these things in Winterfell for so many years."

"Brother, brother?" Xi En was stunned, and the appearance of the woman in front of him suddenly merged with the already blurred face in his memory.

No! impossible! She can't be Asha!

"What's the matter, brother, you don't recognize me?" Asha Greyjoy twirled the dagger quickly between her fingers, "Don't you want to meet the commander-in-chief of this army? I am."

"No! Impossible!" Theon was still trying to deny reality, "Where's the pimple on your face?"

"When the pussy matures, the acne will disappear." The sharp dagger was flying between Asha's fingers, getting faster and faster, which was shocking to watch.

Only then did Sean realize the reality, and hurriedly put on his pants:

"Why didn't you tell me sooner!"

"Then how can I know what kind of person you are now? Good brother, it seems that the famous wolf king of the northern region has not taught you anything good."

Sean recalled what he had done just now, and felt ashamed and angry.

"Didn't you withdraw your troops? Why did you come back again? Could it be that the withdrawal was fake?" Theon just wanted to change the subject quickly.

"It's true. Father did give the order to withdraw the troops. However, I heard that someone came to support Torun's square city, so I led the army back and killed the northerners by surprise. How? Am I very smart? "

Xi En snorted with a sullen face, unwilling to admit her sister's excellence.

Asha laughed and said: "Don't deny it, Theon, I am the most suitable heir to father's throne, and you are just a fool who can only think with the lower body."

"Nonsense! I am my father's only son! First heir to the King of the Iron Islands!" cried Theon.

Asha looked disdainful: "You have been raised in Winterfell for more than ten years, so you are already a wolf?"

"Of course not!" Theon suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and said, "You just defeated an army from the north, but I can take Winterfell!"

The dagger flying between Asha's fingers suddenly stopped: "What did you say?"

Theon puffed up his chest again, with a smug smile on his face:

"I said, I can capture Winterfell!"