Chapter 21 (Patreon)

It seemed for now that my betrothal was safe, but now I had to deal with a girl in love, I wasn’t so sure how to deal with the conundrum, while she looked like a woman, she was a girl in what mattered for me.

But I suppose everything ended the way it was meant to be.

“Jon, how have you been?” I inquired, right now, Jon was working on the stables, cleaning the horses and brushing their manes.

“I’ve been good, Lord Mormont,” Jon smiled, trying to be polite, for him I was a lord, and he was a bastard, social stigmas in this world are quite troublesome.

“Just call me Ronard or Ron,” I offered cutting him off when I saw he was about to refuse, “Consider that my one Lordy order for you, shall we?”

“I suppose,” Jon smiled.

“Where are you, bastard!” Theon Greyjoy shouted, his tone full of anger and hate, that much I could tell.

“I suppose that’s for me, I’ll leave you to your work, and by the way should you ever need employment, be sure to reach me out,” I smiled as I started to walk out of the stable, it seemed Theon had exploded earlier than I anticipated.

“Don’t hide!” Theon shouted, and many people started to gather close to him to see the show he was putting.

“I’m gonna take a wild guess and say you are looking for me?” I chuckled walking towards him.

“I will kill you!” Theon growled with a sword in hand.

“Or disappoint me, go ahead, flip that coin,” I taunted him.

Theon rushed towards me, sword in hand and started to hack his blade wildly, as I dodge his attacks with my hands on my back, purposely mocking him.

“Stop running!” Theon growled, angry at not being able to hit me, “Stand and fight like a man!”

“Mmm that’s not how fighting works, you attack I dodge simple,” I laughed, as I dodged another incoming attack ducking under his swing.

“Ahhhhhh!” Theon started to shout, losing all coordination, swinging his blade like a child throwing a tantrum.

“You are more likely to hit yourself than me if you keep going like that,” I smirked at him, which made him shout even louder.

“Theon stop this madness,” Lord Stark arrived shouting angrily.

“Don’t worry Lord Stark, it's not like he can do much, just let the toddler throw his tantrum, and then after he tires himself out he can take a nap to chill things out,” I turned to full attention to Lord Stark, as I continued to dodge Theon’s assault.

“You think you have won everything don’t you,” Theon said panting, “You may have won my lands, this battle and everything else, but I have won something you haven’t,”

“And what is that? A pity contest?” I chuckled, but mildly interested to see where he was going with this.

“Sansa's cunt,” Theon smirked, and gasps could be heard in the crowd, “while you took my lands I made her a——-“

I didn’t know what happened next, but something snapped inside of me, was in anger? I knew he was lying, but in the split of a  second, I was in front of Theon, swinging at him with my bare fist hitting him in the jaw with a powerful punch.

I could feel its jaw shatter as tooth’s flew out of it.

Not letting Theon recover I grabbed him by his right arm throwing him into the air then jumping up, delivering a powerful kick to his back and feeling his spine shatter under my feet. 

Theon slams into the ground with a thud, screaming in pain, but it wasn’t enough.

I dashed towards the screaming bastard and punched in the face, feeling his nose shatter beneath my fist. I punched him again, tearing off part of his cheek. I continue to punch with each hit being even harder than the last one, making one of his eyes burst. 

Theon tried to cover up his bloodied face with his arms, but with a pair of powerful blows, I broke his arms.

With nothing stopping me, I punched him again and again and again, shattering his jaw, destroying the remaining teeth he had, crushing and deforming his lips. 

Theon is barely recognizable at this point, no longer looking human-like, but I don’t care, I want him to suffer more, so I continue punching, I tear pieces of its flesh off with each punch until I feel someone holding my fist softly.

“That’s enough please, he lied...” Sansa said, holding my bloodied fist with concern in her eyes, with her delicate hands, in her eyes, slight fear.

“I... sorry you had to see that,” I didn’t love her, so why did I react so violently when he used such an obvious taunt.

“I know it’s your right to kill him, but please let me punish him, he not only insulted your honor but ours,” Lord Stark requested as I stood up.

“Do as you please, but if I ever see him again, I will kill him,” I sighed as I turned to the deformed Theon on the ground, “If I didn’t do it already,” 

“You won’t see him again,” Lord Stark said grimly.

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The maester informed Theon will most likely die and if he by miracle survived would be a quadriplegic blind cripple, apparently the damage I had delivered was beyond any modern medicine to repair.

I was holding back, mostly because I wanted him to suffer, so I held back, I wanted to see his life fade as I punched him.

*Hrrmmm. Anger during that fight you let control, powerful inside of you the dark side of the corn I feel.* A raven said as he walked towards me.

Great just what I needed a Raven Yoda, “Go away before Disney sues me,” I chuckled.

“Hrmmm come back, I will, for help I bring,” The raven said as he flew away.

But Raven Yoda was right, I let something so obviously fake fire up my emotions, and the worst part was, I was not even in love with Sansa, yes it would've angered me if she slept with another while I was fighting, but not to the point of going full bat shit crazy.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“It’s me, Sansa, can I come in?” I heard Sansa request through the door.

“Sure come in,” I sighed.

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Sansa entered the room with a picnic kit on her hands and a soft smile.

“You still owe me a date, how about we have an inside picnic?” Sansa inquired, smiling as if she didn’t see me beat to a pulp someone she had known longer than me.

“Fine, that sounds lovely actually,” I nodded as I sat on the floor of my room, seeing Sansa set up the picnic.

“Extra cheese on your sandwich, right?” Sansa inquired with a smile.

“Yeah, go easy on the tomatoes,” I nodded.

“Alright…. here you go,” Sansa gave me my double cheese meat sub, as she turned to make hers.

“So… how you’ve been?” I asked, taking a bite of my sub.

“I’ve been great, well…. now that you are here, being apart made me realize that…” Sansa flushed in a cute pink tone as she stared at me, “That I love you,”

“That might be a bit of a stretch, right? I mean I know I’m charming but…” I coughed.

“You are everything, I have ever dreamt in man, I can only hope I am everything you want in a woman,” Sansa said without hesitation.

I sighed, while I would’ve wanted her to fall for me on a later date, this was an inescapable event that would come one day, I wanted her to love me so she would be safe from all the shit she went through in the original timeline.

But I wasn’t mentally ready to speak with an eleven/ almost twelve-year-old girl above love so time to change the subject.

“Did Arya find out about your new hobbies?” I chuckled.

“She did… I never saw her more happy and friendly with me, and now uses me as an excuse to learn, mother was furious, saying a lady does not partake in such things,” Sansa laughed.

“I imagined as much, and what did you tell her?” I chuckled.

“Whatever a lady partakes in be it cooking or sword fighting its ladylike,” Sansa said laughing even harder.

“Ohhh, no wonder she hates me so much ahaha if I knew you were going to tell her that I would’ve won the war faster, just to see her face,” I laughed.

“It was all good until she sent me to my room, and punished me,” Sansa pouted.

“I’ll say it was worth it,” I laughed.

“Arya seems to agree with you, she says that we are a new breed of ladies, the cool ladies,” Sansa giggled.

“Oh god, hahaha your sister is adorable,” I laughed, choking a bit on my sub.

“She can be, sometimes,” Sansa agreed with me.

“What did your father say, though?” I inquired, cleaning my tears.

“He didn’t say much, he found it amusing, but let mother punish us nonetheless,” Sansa answered.

We continued talking for hours as we ate, and drank (juices of course) , I really needed this, I haven’t laughed in quite a while.