The bastard King in The North

Chapter one- The Sea, the Flayed man and the Flowers

Authors note- Another harem fic so warning. So many changes to cannon in this. Myranda Bolton is sister to Ramsey, a character only in the show and never his sister. Also Margery survives with her brother. Other changes have been made but, I won't mention them till next chapter. This story blends both the books with the show yet it follows after season six. A large harem and this story is filled with blood, gore, language and smut.

The waves was all that could be heard, the woman could only listen to seagulls as they swarmed around her flying overhead squawking all the damn time, never shutting up. It had been two days or was it three. Being out here in the sea on the piece of debris kept Asha Greyjoy from drowning. She had lost track of what day it was, lost utterly to the world. She laid on a small piece of debris, to her happiness staying afloat.

Days went having not seen land, not a single glimpse of land, losing count of where she was, only the bright blue sky above and below was the darkness. The never ending darkness where her god lurked. Laying against the wood from one of the many ships that fought in the recent fight.

Armor cut to shreds, her cloak torn from her with a small cut on her cheek, she laid gazing up at the sky nothing to be done. With lips chapped as the sun beat down on her day in and day out. And even then she had no saving grace, no clouds to give her shade. For a time she tried to eat, tried to keep going, to fight on. How the sea was unfriendly to her. Unfriendly to her as was her father. The sea was a monster waiting to swallow her down it's it depths to die with water filling her lungs fishes and monsters. In time she would drift down in the depths to the very god she worshiped.

She felt her mind going she could sense the erosion of her sanity, yet she stopped herself. Their was a voice inside her, screaming to her, she needed to stay to survive. That she was a queen, and was not about to die yet. Asha was not afraid to die. Ironborn were not afraid of death. If it must come then it would and she would welcome it down in the water. More times she thought to slip off the wood, it would be easy and drown until life faded from her.

Yet every day the sun would shine and everyday it would set which brought the darkness all around bitter, coldness. The world dim, icy, cold and silent no one not a peep, then as the sun scorching her again. Nearing dawn damning the sun every day the sun shined and every day the sun would set. Pitch black nothing and no a lonely drift where only her mind was their, only the sounds of the waves.

Nor had she tasted food or water for countless days. Out here the thirst would kill her and around her only salt water. With her stomach moaning and her body aching all was to be done was to lay motionless. A body for any passerby or for the seagulls to eat and chew. She only thought of the recent battle, the only thought to bring a smile upon her face.

The sounds of the recent battle still sang in her ears like a song she heard just as a child, only louder and more brutal, as grey drums beating and never stopped. The sails of her house with the kraken sailing to her until a darkness cast over all. And never stopping the sound of Eroun Greyjoy drums beating inside her head. The fleet came over the horizon faster than any she had witnessed and were on her before most could react. Many Dothraki and unsullied joined the ranks of the fish, deep in the salt never to return.

The loud bang of ships heading straight towards each other crashing as wood splintered and men died resounding throughout the world. Men screaming as arrows flew and dragons breathed fire turning men to asunder and other men laughing hysterically. All chaos unseeded as she fought on killing as many traitors as her blade could find. Hours throwing her axes and anything her hands found. After cutting down men and slitting throats, blood running down her skin and her lank hair, she found him. Her eyes saw her uncle and so did his. For what seemed to be forever she looked at him as a dragon swiped over them flapping it's wings. She moved her feet darting side to side, quick with each movement dogging men from to her flank as he waited for her. All around her men screamed as they cut the other, but all were smoke as her prize was so near. And like her father her uncle was slow. Her axe found his chest piercing his armor and flesh, blood splashing against her face running down to her lips, to the music of his scream.

A queen killing the traitor king, how good it felt. Nothing measured to when her blade found Euron's chest. Taking in the moment seeing the life fade from his eyes. Gazing down at his lurking body for to long. Not seeing anything, she felt something hit her head with might and knocked her over the side of the ship down into the sea, before splashing against the water.

Finding herself in the deep sea falling further down the water consuming her, until she pushed forward. With a small movement into the water swimming for air and life. Up and up, her body pushed until she erupted taking a long breath regaining life, feeling the sun on her face. Grasping she found a small debris and pulled herself onto it. Taking a long breath she looked up seeing men still deep in battle, screaming for her men none could hear, as dragons roared while the current took her until her fleet was nothing but a tiny speck on the horizon. Floating further, for days her body without substance, after all this time she thought it was over for her. Starring at the sky death had come to take her away from the thirst that had plagued her.

Then she heard it, a ring in the distance that sweet tune sweeter than any song.

"There's a woman overboard." She heard a man yell. It was the sweetest thing she had heard as she looked to see a large ship coming to her. And soon the ship drifted by her as men yelled to one another as ropes were thrown to her, her hand found it without thinking and gripped it tightly. They dragged her limp body unto the ship and unable to move so much as they crowded around her all muttering to them she could scarce see their faces or tell if they were ally or enemy. Once on the deck they all came to her holding her up they stared at her with fascination…

"Who's she." A young boy asked with auburn hair.

"Look a fucking Greyjoy." A large man stated as he stood close, to a mummer from everyone.

"How can you tell. She's just some gal." The same man asked as he knelled closer down near her. "I don't see nothing." He stated as he looked closer seeing Asha's eyes unknown the queen of iron islands was before him.

"Look she's wearing the kraken on her chest." A man said pointing at her chest. The men all began to talk amongst themselves, a roar came from some while others drew dirks.

Looking over them she saw they must be northern and to her dismay, yet nothing could be done she could barley stand herself and knew she might be able to take one maybe two with her. What then they would fill her with so many blades she could scare defend from them all. They yelled until the captain came his feet stomping the deck until he stood before her. A man that stood tall with a gruff beard running down to his chest.

"What's the commotion." The captain said as he came forth only to stop once he saw the Asha. "Wait I know you." He stated.

"Raise her up, to have a better look at her." Two men grabbed her by the arms and lifted her up. On her feet before she knew It, his fist collided with her cheek to the sound of the resounding smack. The captain punching her in the face with all his might. Blood filled her mouth as she spat it to the deck. She had taken worse punch's from smaller men and all of them were now below the sea.

"It's Asha Greyjoy in our presence." The captain yelled. "No idea what she's doing on the narrow sea but the old gods are smiling upon us. You left Deepwood Motte and decided to find another northern castle to attack. That it."

"There is only one god." Asha stated to everyone's dismay.

"Keep that mouth shut." The captain stated.

"What will we do with her." One of the many men asked. Asha only waited as the captain ran his hand through his beards they stood, he smiled, a great smile.

"We will take her to the one true king. The king in the north." He stated, to Asha's confusion.

"The king in the north. your pup is dead, your own men opened his throat." She declared looking all of them over, wondering if they had gone mad, or maybe she had.

"It is not Robb stark I speak of. But Jon snow, first of his name, and king in the north." The many men repeated. "King in the north." many names she had heard not one was Jon snow. Another king in the north caused her to feel ill.

The Flayed man-

Several horses galloped pass the river the white fork, their horse's trotting through the water splashing. Men covered in leather with a flayed man on their chests straddled the horses with a woman at the front leading them. All of them were worn dry as they had been on horseback for more than they could be, almost a day and a half. Yet they knew if they came to a halt death would soon follow to the bitter end. Their horses loomed to the sound of the bastard's men and their dogs barking, chasing them relentless for days, these northern men did not give up like they carried a sickness and only death could cure it.

Myranda Bolton and a few others had escaped the clutches of the bastard's army, scraping through the doors. The Bolton's lost the battle and Ramsey was dead as was many others, Winterfell lost. Yet she was alive and would live to fight till the end. Seeing the end, she and a few men acquired horses and galloped with her, the oncoming doom that would hit them if they stayed. They passed Winterfell but were not unseen and the bastard's men answered their flee.

Several men were on her before they could react, arrows flew and struck several Boltons taking arrows in their chest falling to the ground as their screams filled the air, blood oozing in its soup sicking way down their bodies. She had no time to keep them alive or try to get them up. Her thoughts were only on the bastards men who chased after her. As they galloped in the distance men screaming after them, catching a glimpse of the eagle of Arryn and the bear of Mormont before her horses took off deep into a forest.

Now with the sun on the horizon it had been more than a day and still the bastard's men were close on their trail. With the stream they tried to rid their scent but the hounds still came after them, the hounds never quit. The fucking cunts. She thought never to far their hounds never shutting up. The hours dragged, her band darting here and there, a rapid of undertaking their horse's hooves beating the ground. At one point she thought the hounds had reached them, that her body would be ripped to pieces, yet to her disbelief they were still in the distance. Even with her army gone It was imperative she reached her home the only place she knew would be safe. They traveled further their destination the Dreadfoot almost a castle seeming to be at the end of the world. Her brother was long gone, but she still was alive.

After several hours of nonstop riding, She thought they had lost them and decided to stop as her men rolled to the ground to sleep. As they laid needing the rest Myranda sat down resting her head against a tree her eyes looked over her men seeing they were shaking with nervousness. They were weak she knew but most refused to sleep, the thought of dogs ripping them must have kept their eyes open aware of the doom.

"Arryns don't know these lands, will be long from them." One of the many men stated as he ran an oil stone down his axe.

"No they don't. The bears do." She spoke to them. And sure enough the sound of the dogs barking and the blood reaching screams filled the air, breaking the silence. The sound of weapons being pulled from their scabbards filled the air as her men stood ready for what came, all shaking. She stood with steadiness as she pulled an arrow from her quiver and notched it to her string even if it was useless she was ready for death. The Boltons stood holding their weapons creating a circle in the forest.

Up the hill they came their horses galloping as their spears pointed towards the Boltons for death. The sun glimpsed the spears and she knew soon blood would cover those spears. For so long she was a hunter doing what she wanted to whom she wanted as her brother did even worse, yet now she was the hunted.

The flowers-

The road and sky was dark as the sun slowly set. Desmera Redwyne looked back so often it had become a constant thought, that she hated but felt necessary. Paranoia had set in, every crack and every snap she thought the lions had reached them, they finally came to stick a weapon down her back and her queen as well. Yet they never reached them and for all it was good for she would keep her queen alive for as long as she could carry.

She had to look after the others both Margery and Loras straddled horses before her, traveling down the road. They stayed ahead and sure not to get lost, never being north of king's landing. Margery now wore leather to blend better as did her brother, although he had been sick since they left and fell more than enough times to slow their journey. Yet both were thankful to her, if not for her they knew they would be burning alive with the rest.

Desmera Redwyne was tall and with long flowing red hair that ran past her shoulders. Daughter of one of Tyrells banner men and Margery's close friend, she had stayed in kings landing and when she saw the bitter end for her queen she and several men took her from kings landing. Her and several men broke into the sept and took her queen her men punching anyone who stood in there way.

The citadel burning as she pulled them out but sure enough Cersei knew. Unknown how but when they reached the gate there was men waiting. Escape was no easy objective arriving at the gate filled with the lions. Her men and the lions fought the alleyway turning into a battle as men in armor threw themselves at the other. Some civilians took arrows as the alleyways exploded with death from all sides Redwynes killing lannisters and the lions throwing what they had. It was a slaughter the Redwynes had no chance, leaving her and the other's to escape. Wondering if any other Redwynes still were alive now.

They were reaching the Riverlands and not soon enough as he fell several times having to help him up. She didn't know if they would make it the destination on the either side of the world.

"Will stop here." Desmera stated as they stopped near a stream, Margery hoping off her horse landing on her feet as Loras slipped off dropping down. Both went to the stream as Desmera kept an eye on the road. He dumped his body in the small river as Margery cupped her hand in the water then dumping it down her body, feeling the water run down her skin. It felt pleasant since they had ridden for days unknown. For only moments after they stopped Desmera saddled her horse.

"We must carry on." She told.

"We only just stopped. Give us a moment to catch a breath. We have been on horseback all day."

"Surely you know the determination of Cersei lannister. Nothing would give her more satisfaction then to see your head decapitated with a spike up your neck. We can't stop to sip wine. We need to go north they will help you."

"North. What's north other than the Boltons and other small houses." She asked.

"The north there is a king. A new king. Jon snow bastard of Eddard stark."