Chapter 4: A Squids Jealousy
Theon Greyjoy POV:
'It was not right!' I thought. 'How could Snow, that worthless bastard get a Valyrian Steel Sword and he was only 14 going on 15 Name Days!'. I have been angry ever since Snow came back to Winterfell, It has been 3 Weeks since he returned and he already got in my way at the Brothel by taking Ros up on her FREE session's. The Bastard decided to take all of the Whores in the Brothel to tell them the story of how he got his new title, "The Bloody Wolf" I scoffed when I heard it at first from Arya, But then Smalljon and Asher told the story of how Snow slew 50 Ironborn at the Raid on Bear Island, Or as some of the smallfolk have started to call it, 'The Wolf's Howl'. I could not believe it except for the fact that Snow actually had a Valyrian Steel Blade. He does not deserve it. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Robb talking. "THEON! Come on, we have to go to the training yard.". "Alright! Alright! I am coming." I yelled from across the great hall.
I just finished beating Robb in another spar when I heard a throat cough. "Alright Lads, Lets see what you can do against me and Smalljon" Asher Forrester, The Cocky Northerner as usual wanted to spar. "Alright, you are on. Theon and Myself against you 2" Robb called with a smile on his face. My face fell knowing that we would both lose, Say what you will about the Bastard of Winterfell but he knows how to fight and he would have taught Asher and Smalljon almost everything he knows. "WAIT!" A Voice yelled. I looked to see Snow walking towards the Training yard with his 'Just fucked a whore' face. "What is it?" Robb asked. "I want to watch you get your arses handed to you." Snow said with a chuckle. "Well how about we make it interesting, Snow?" I said. "Interesting how, Squid" Snow responded. "I fight you and If I win, I get that new sword of yours" I said, thinking he would not risk his new sword and I could call him a coward. "And when 'I' Win, You have to pay double of what you usually pay Ros and the rest of the girls at the Brothel." My smile fell, Realizing that I could not back down from a Bastard, I yelled out the quickest words that came to me. "AGREED!". Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Asher and Smalljon smirking like they knew something. Then I heard an enormous group of girls giggling with each other from Snow's Direction. "You hear that ladies, You are going to as rich as a Lannister from now on!" Snow yelled to the giggling girls, and then I realized that Ros and a few other girls I recognized from the Brothel were the giggling girls. 'fuck me' I thought.
I winced as Maester Luwin applied some ointment to the spot on my arm that got him with blunted steel. "Its alright Theon. It is just to help the bruising." Maester Luwin assured me. I groaned in frustration, 'How did Snow get so fast and so strong? He is almost 15 and he fought like one of those damn knights in Sansa's Stories'. I looked to Maester Luwin to see he had a small smirk on his face. "Why did you challenge Jon again? Because I know that you knew that you would not have won. Jon is a skilled warrior in the yard and everyone in Winterfell knows of his skill. And I am pretty sure that most of the North knows of 'The Bloody Wolf'.". I thought of a snarky response but could not think of anything. "Theon, It is natural for someone to be better then you at certain things in life. Do you think that I am the best Maester at making Milk of the Poppy?" I shook my head 'no' in response. "I knew a Maester at the Citadel that could make Milk of the Poppy, But he could make it taste like Wine.". "And why didn't we get him for a Maester?" I japed and Maester Luwin smiled with a small chuckle. "My guess is that he knew he would not survive in the north. Its a miracle I have survived listening to your whinging for so many years." The Maester Japed back at me with a smile still on his face.