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[CRASTER'S KEEP]
[The men sit by the fire in a tense silence. Nearby, a woman wails. Some younger girls observe from the rafters. Women tend to the animals outside.]
"Keep your eyes where they belong. They're not for you."
"Bet you feed that pig better than you feed us."
"Aye, pig's got value to me. You should all be kissing my feet for letting you in. I'd have turned you all away if I wasn't a godly man."
"We know well enough what god you worship" Jon growled darkly.
"If that idiot isn't careful with his words, these crows will tear him apart" Oberyn frowned.
"Surely they have guest rights" Daenerys suggested.
"Those are mostly criminals there. What's a few more broken vows to survival?" the Red Viper smirked, sending a shiver down Daenerys' back.
"You are a godly man?"
"I am. I got no fear of what's out there. When the white cold comes, your swords and cloaks and bloody fires won't help you. The only ones left will be those who are right with the gods. The real gods."
The chambers grew cold and hard eyes stared at the man that was Craster. For Ned and his Northern Kin, they couldn't believe how far the Watch had fallen for them to rely on his man.
[UNKNOWN DUNGEON]
[THEON GREYJOY is still hooded and strapped to the cross. The door clanks open. RAMSAY enters, removes the hood and starts to undo THEON's bindings.]
Theon, who had been silent this whole time from the tension and the silent prayer of 'I'm going to be free' looked delighted now. He threw Robb a look of superior smirk, which grew seeing how Robb was now scowling. The Stark had been laughing at his misfortune. Wait until he gets back to the Iron Islands. He'll burn Winterfell to the ground and hunt Bran and Rickon! That'll show Robb and put him in his place.
[THEON groans and RAMSEY frees him, and lowers him to the floor. THEON takes a desperate drink of water from the flask that RAMSEY offers. He tries to stand.]
"If you can't ride, we don't stand a chance."
"I can ride."
"You're sure?"
[RAMSEY douses the light as they prepare to leave. Outside now, THEON painfully mounts the house that RAMSAY has procured.]
"Ride east. Follow the rising sun. Your sister's waiting for you."
"I'll make you a Lord of the Iron Islands for this."
"We're not in the Iron Islands. Go."
[THEON rides away.]
"FREEDOM!" Theoan roared with delight, ignoring all the disgruntled looks he kept on laughing. He was free! HE WAS FREE!
[HILLS SOMEWHERE, MORNING]
[THEON rides at a clip. He looks in anticipation for his sister. An arrow flies past his head, and he gasps. He cannot figure out where the arrow came from. Over the rise, four mounted soldiers appear, galloping towards him. THEON spurs on his mount in panic.]
Theon's joy quickly turns to ash and he falls back. No no no no! He was so close! He was escaping! NO! He couldn't be caught!
[The soldiers close the distance to THEON. His horse jumps a broken wall as he rides into the trees. The soldiers give chase close behind. One swings a mace, and another shoots an arrow that zips past. One soldier veers off from the others into the woods, in an attempt to cut off THEON's escape. They continue to fire at THEON. They all must duck to avoid a low branch. The last soldier has succeeded in his shortcut. He charges at THEON and unseats him with a powerful blow from his Morningstar. THEON falls to the ground and gasps in pain.]
Robb grinned with delight. That fucking turn cloak had nowhere to run now!
[The soldiers surround him, and dismount. THEON tries to get to his feet, but a SOLDIER kicks him back to the ground.]
"You know how we deal with runaways here, do you?"
[One soldier places one foot on THEON's head to hold him down. Two others help.]
"Take off his pants."
[They strip down his pants to reveal his ass. THEON squirms in protest.]
"I wasn't aware this is how you treat your runaways" Rickard commented harshly, while the women and some men all shifted uncomfortably.
"We don't," Ned said stoically.
"They do" Jaime pointed out smoothly.
Ned's jaw tightened and a muscle worked on his forehead.
"I'm gonna fuck you into the dirt."
Theon gripped his knees painfully tight. No! This could not be happening! Anything but this!
Robb's grin had fallen and he looked horrified. He wanted Theon dead. Not... this!
[As the soldier stands above him, an arrow pierces his heart from behind. He staggers and turns, confused. A second arrow pierces the soldier's chest, and he falls to his knees. The others realize that they are under attack and start to flee. They are taken down quickly by arrows. THEON looks up, then works up his pants. RAMSAY approaches, bow in hand. The first soldier that he shot is still on his knees, in shock. RAMSAY stops in front of him and reaches for another arrow.]
The sigh of relief that fell from Theon's lips made his entire body shudder. Safe... he was safe!
"You little bastard."
[RAMSAY notches the arrow, aims at the soldier's head, and executes him. THEON scrambles backwards in fear as RAMSAY approaches him. RAMSAY extends his hand, gently.]
"Come, my lord."
[THEON grasps his hand, and RAMSAY brings him to his feet.]
"You're a long way from home and winter is coming."
[They walk away together, THEON limping.]
Theon visibly relaxed now. Home... he was going home.
But why would that man say 'Winter is Coming'? That's a Northern thing to say. Did his sister hire a Northern help? Has to be a turn cloak then.
[EXT. STORM'S END SHORELINE, DAY]
[STANNIS BARATHEON and MELISANDRE walk to the craggy shore where some men hold a boat at the ready.]
"You refuse to tell me where you're going?"
"I don't know yet. The fires will show me."
"How long will you be gone?"
"I don't know."
"Your witch is abandoning you" Renly spoke with a bark of laugh, ignoring his eldest brother's looks. "The woman that had you burn so many of your men, the statues of the gods of our father and mother, leaving you the moment she sees your cause is lost! Seven Hells you've even imprisoned your most loyal follower because of her!" he wiped an imaginary tear. "Gods I love it when justice is served."
"That is enough" Robert gripped Renly's arm painfully tight.
Renly winced, but the smile did not fall from his lips. He saw the look on Stannis' face and his smile grew.
"Worry not brother, I'm done now" he yanked his arm from Robert's grip and rubbed the spot with a smirk.
Robert glared at his youngest brother before turning to the younger brother. Stannis looked tense, unwilling to talk. So Robert did not bother him, though he kept an eye on the man.
[MELISANDRE starts to walk away, but STANNIS stops her.]
"My enemies think they've destroyed me. They're laughing at me the way Renly laughed at me. I want Joffrey dead. I want Robb Stark dead. Make me another son."
"That was not a son" Shireen whispered harshly to her father.
"I know" Stannis ground out. He hid his surprise well, considering how he'd never heard his daughter speak in that tone before.
"I cannot. You don't have the strength. It would kill you.
"I'm not so easily killed. Men have been trying for years."
[He clasps her to him.]
"I want you."
"I have never heard you beg" Robert grunted.
"Because I have never begged" Stannis muttered.
You will, a voice whispered in his mind.
[MELISANDRE does not respond, and he is disappointed. She looks at STANNIS with concern. He starts to walk away.]
"There is another way. A better way."
"You told me your magic requires a king's blood. I'm the one true king."
"You are. But there are others with your blood in their veins. You will sit on the Iron Throne, but there must be sacrifices first. The Lord of Light demands it."
"Again with this bullshit for sacrifices!" Robert slammed his fist on the arm of his chair. "If you sacrifice one more person I will smack you upside your head!"
"I have not made a single sacrifice," Stannis said evenly.
"Which is why I'm not killing you for it" Robert grunted.
The King then noticed how Stannis was gripping his daughter's hand. He raised a brow but did not question it.