Chapter 166

THEON GREYJON POV

"I'm going to be the Lord of the Iron Islands one day you know." He said with a smirk that had the girls soaking wet back in Winterfell "Your Lord Bolton might be impressive but he is only the lord of a single keep. Not the lord of a whole kingdom."

"And you are?" the red hair asked him as she knocked another arrow and then allowed it to sail. The arrow hitting it's mark at a distance of some 100 yards away.

He would never admit it but she was a better archer than him. Far better.

"I will be." He said with a confident smirk and the girl had the audacity to roll her eyes at him as she went back to practicing with her bow.

"You should learn how to respect your betters." He told her "I'm a generous and don't mind your insolence but others won't be so forgiving."

"Oh I'm ever so grateful for your generosity Lord Greyjoy of a stone keep some far far place away." She said. The sarcasm in her voice was clear to anybody who would hear it and he clenched his fists.

The girl was beautiful there was no doubt about that. Far beautiful than even Ros in the brothel in Winter town. And, she was a smallfolk. The only reason the Bolton boy even kept her in his retinue was because of her great archery skills.

The reason he was talking with her in the first place was because she was the only girl in the expedition whom he could fuck. Meera Reed was a lord's daughter and Robb had warned him to stay away from her. And the other girl was that halfwit Baka, the giantess who would break his back in half if she decided to sit on his magnificent cock.

That only one left was this red head. But she had proved to be a harder lay then he had first expected.

Neither his charms nor his gold seem to have any effect on her.

Maybe she was in love with the Bolton boy. Everyone else seemed to be.

Even Sansa, as much as she might try to hide it due to Lady Catelyn's continuous presence was deeply enamored by the Bolton boy and the 'life' in Dreadfort that she could never stop talking about.

Arya was no less enamored with the Bolton boy even though she was less interested in his beauty and more interested in his adventures.

Robb admired the Bolton boy because of how prosperous he had made his lands in the years since he became the Lord of Dreadfort.

And the bastard Snow respected the Bolton boy because Bolton treated the bastard like he would treat any other heir and had even offered him a place in his retinue along with the offer to be trained by Varko himself.

He still thought that the bastard had been foolish to reject such an offer. He doubted there was any other bastard in the realm who would decline being trained by Varko.

He came out of his thoughts and looked at the red haired girl once again, wondering if he should use a more forceful approach on the girl. Hell, she might even appreciate a good an proper fuck after he was done with her.

But before he could do anything, there was a commotion in the courtyard of Castle Black.

The girl went off to retrieve her arrows and he looked at the girl and at the place where all the commotion was coming from.

In the end, his curiosity won over and he decided to try and woo the girl at a later date.