(Game of Thrones)

"War is no place for a woman."

That's what Robb told her when he sent her home.

Home to Winterfell.

Catelyn Stark had been by her son's side since the beginning of this damnable war, there to watch him grow from her son that looked so much like his father, into a warrior, a leader, a king.

And now she was being sent away.

Her and Robb's philosophies of war were beginning to differ from when the war started. Less and less he listened to her advice and guidance in favor of his new formed allies and bannermen. They thought the war would end in different ways.

There was that damn woman of his too. The nurse - she was getting in the way of their alliance with the Freys.

Her releasing Jaime Lannister didn't help either.

He was absolutely furious with her, even had her quarters guarded day and night. Some of his banner men called her treasonous. Robb didn't use that word, but she assumed he felt the same. Eventually he forgave her, but the trust - well that wasn't returning. Robb couldn't have anyone undermining him so brazenly, even his mother.

So she was dismissed.

Ordered to return back to Winterfell by her own son. It hurt her that Robb felt like she was a liability to have around, but a small part of her was thankful. She hadn't seen any of her other children in months. Sansa was a hostage of the Lannisters, and Arya's location was unknown. Bran and Rickon were in Winterfell, and at the moment, safe. She missed them dearly and as she was escorted back to Winterfell from the Riverlands, she grew more and more accepting of the decision. She helped her oldest son as much as she could - now it was time for her to return to her youngest.

When she rode through the gates of Winterfell, her sons were there waiting for her. She didn't even wait to be assisted off of her horse before she dismounted and went to her youngest Rickon, enveloping him in the biggest hug she could muster. She held him for a long moment before moving to her second youngest, Bran. The reality of his injuries dawned on her as she saw him confined to a chair, unable to get up and greet her. For a moment she wondered if letting Jaime Lannister, the man who did this, go was a mistake.Maybe it was, but at the moment it didn't matter. She knelt down and gave him just as loving a hug.

Despite the war raging through the continent thind in Winterfell had not changed much. Luwin assisted Bran in making Winterfell run smoothly, as if nothing had changed since Ned met his demise in the South.

It was an adjustment to sleep in the bed that they shared for years alone. Catelyn cried some nights, thinking that Ned would walk through that door and join her under the covers. But soon she found peace in being back in her home of near 20 years. She was with her children that weren't swept up in the war of kings, and that she was grateful for.

That was until a fortnight passed.

Catelyn awoke to the sound of fighting.

There were obvious sounds of a struggle, horse breying wildly, steel clashing together. Catelyn got to her feet and immediately ran to Bran's room, not even bothering to get dressed. She ran through the castle, which was in an uproar, armored men invading and sacking the place. The defensive force of Winterfell had diminished greatly - most of the Stark men had died with Ned, or gone to join Robb - what was left was left with Rodrik the day before to handle some skirmish that was happening south in Torrhen's Square. The Castle stood no chance.

She got to Bran's room, and burst through the door without looking. She ran into a mass of a body, bouncing off and landing on her backside. She looked up to see a very mean and ugly looking Ironborn man staring down at her. The man reached for his sword in his belt.

"Aht." Came a familiar voice. Catelyn looked around the Ironborn soldier to see none other than Theon, sitting on the bed, head to toe in Greyjoy armor, a gentle but firm hand on Bran's shoulder.

Robb had sent Theon to make an alliance between the Stark forces and the Greyjoys. Seemed Theon had his own machinations.

"Cause no harm to Lady Stark."

The soldier grabbed Catelyn by her arm, and yanked her to her feet roughly.

"Mother-" Bran cried out

"Bran!" She cried back, trying to reach for him, but was held back by the soldier.

"Calm down." Theon said. "I intend no harm to you or your sons, as long as you're smart and see the futility of the situation."

"Theon-" Catelyn tried.

"It's Prince Theon now." Theon said gruffly." And Winterfell is mine. There's no reason for anymore bloodshed to occur. Tell Bran to do the right thing, and surrender the Castle to me."

"And if we refuse?" Catelyn asked defiantly, holding her chin up high. Theon just smiled at her.

"Bran wouldn't do something so foolish." Theon stated. "After all, he loves his mother."

Theon nodded at his man, who then took off his gauntlet. Catelyn gave him a confused look, before being stuck hard across the face by the man's open palm. Catelyn fell to her knees, seeing stars, cheek and jaw burning.

"Mother!" Bran yelled, trying to force his body to move and protect her. The soldier grabbed Catelyn by her fire hair, and pulled her he feet, and pulled his hand back, ready to strike her again. "Wait! Wait, stop, I'll do as you ask!"

"Bran no-" Catelyn was silenced with another hard smack to the face.

"Please Theon, stop." Bran whimpered. "I'll do as you ask. Just don't hurt my mother. Don't hurt anyone."

Theon nodded, saying "You have my word. You did the right thing. Now come. We must address your people."

Theon lifted Bran out of his bed, while his soldier maintained his grip on Catelyn's hair, dragging her on stumbling feet out of the room.

They were brought to the courtyard, where many civilians of Wintertown and workers of the castle were gathered, unsure of what was happening. It was cold, raining, and they were confused. Theon set Bran down besides Maester Luwin who was there already, Catelyn was roughly pushed by the guard to join them.

"People of Winterfell." Theon addressed the crowd. "The young Stark has something to say."

They all turned their attention to Bran, who looked around nervously.

"I've yielded Winterfell to Theon-"

"Prince Theon."

"I've yielded Winterfell to Prince Theon."

Theon stepped forward, and addressed the crowd of people.

"This I'll only say once. This need not be complicated." Theon said calmly. "I am the man in charge here. Many of you know me. Knew me as the Ward of Ned Stark. Well Ned Stark is dead, and I am no longer a ward. If you obey me, as you would any Stark, no harm will come to you, you'll live your lives as normal, and I will take care of you as Lord Stark did-"

"You could never lead like a Stark, you jumped up little shit!" Yelled a man from the crowd. Farlen, the kennelmaster. He never liked Theon.

Now typically this would be something that sent off Theon's temper - he hated people undermining him, and he was quick to snap at people, but surprisingly the young Greyjoy just smirked. Without saying a word, he waved his hand in the air. Several Ironborn raiders surrounded Farlen, and began to beat him into the ground with their fists. The man didn't stand a chance to defend himself as the men beat him savagely, face becoming bloodied and mashed.

"Theon, Theon that's enough." Catelyn begged, stepping forward beside him.

"Prince Theon." He corrected without looking at her.

"Prince Theon, please, he's had enough."

Theon let his raiders beat Farlen for a few more seconds, before waving them off. The Kennelmaster laid unmoving on the ground, face bloodied, and lumped. His daughter threw herself beside him crying.

"I repeat, it is all simple. Obey, and live as you normally would.This is Winterfell, and you are my people, but disobey, and end up like Farlen here." Theon announced. "Now, begone, all of you. If you have tasks, get back to them."

The crowd quickly dispersed, not wanting to risk the wrath of their new lord.

"Aht - except you." Theon said, pointing out a woman in the crowd as she tried to make her way out of the gate. The Ironborn raiders quickly surrounded her, bringing her directly in front of Theon. It was Osha, the Wildling that was made servant at the castle. Her and Theon's relationship was...antagonistic. She looked at her feet, not dumb enough to be anything but cooperative at the moment. Theon grabbed her chin, and forced her head up to look at her.

"Wildling." He said, not even bothering to use her name.

"Prince Theon." She replied submissively. Theon just chuckled.

"Funny, now you respect me." He stated. He let go of her chin, and began to slowly circle her. "I promised safety to all those of Winterfell who serve me faithfully."

"And I will!" Osha said adamantly.

"Thing is…" He said as he stopped in front of her again." You're not of Winterfell, are you? You're a Wildling from beyond the wall, so my decree doesn't apply to you, does it?"

Osha gave him a confused look.

"Prince Theo-"

"Boys."

Suddenly, Theon's raiders surrounded her again, grabbing at her roughly. They began ripping at her clothes, pulling at her limbs. She screamed and tried to get away, but the men overpowered her, knocking her to the ground. Catelyn, Luwin and Bran all looked on in horror at the brutality.

"Only four at a time lads." Theon instructed as the Ironmen began to drag Osha to the stables by her hair kicking, cursing and spitting. "We must be ready in case Rodrik marches back from Torrhen's Square."

The men laughed, and voiced their assent. Theon turned back to the horror stricken Luwin, Catelyn and Bran, and simply smiled.

"Let's head inside." He said simply. "It's mighty cold out here."

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Catelyn tried her hardest not to resent Robb. She really did.

But his decisions led to this situation. He sent Theon to try and broker a deal with his family, a decision Catelyn advised adamantly against. Then he sent her away, back to the cold of Winterfell. And now she was a hostage, along with her children. She supposed she could be half thankful however - she was there by her childrens' sides in this dire time. After the events in the courtyard, she didn't leave her children's sides for the rest of the day. Theon had what he wanted - control of Winterfell, and he had promised not to do them any harm, but Theon obviously was full of surprises and malice.

Right now their only hope was Rodrik returning from Torrhen square with more men, but Catelyn suspected Theon had a contingency for that. So they could just sit, sit and wait, relying on the grace of their captors.

KNOCK KNOCK.

Bran's bedroom door opened slowly. Maester Luwin walked in, accompanied by an Ironborn soldier.

"He wants to see you." Luwin said quietly. Catelyn just frowned. Now she was being summoned in her own home.

"Why?" Catelyn asked.

"Don't ask questions." The soldier said, stepping forward menacingly. "Do as your fucking told."

"I will not leave my children!" Catelyn seethed tightly. The soldier moved to step forward again, but Luwin stepped in front of him.

"I will look after the boys, my lady." Luwin said. Catelyn frowned deeply. "I think it's best we just...cooperate here."

Catelyn didn't move a moment longer, before she began to stand from her chair by the boys' bed.

"Don't go mother!" Rickon said, reaching out and grabbing Catelyn's sleeve. She smiled at her youngest child sadly.

"I'll only be a moment." She said. Slowly, Rickon let go of her sleeve, looking miserable and breaking her heart.

Catelyn was escorted by the soldier, who stood closely behind her as she walked. As they walked, she realized that they were being led to HER bed chambers. The soldier opened the door for her, where she saw Theon laying in HER bed. Her and Ned's.

"The Prince is waiting." Smirked the soldier. She scowled at him, and entered the room, but not before being swatted swiftly on the ass by the soldier as she passed. Catelyn pushed down her immediate inclination to react, and just bared it. The soldier laughed to himself, closing the door and leaving Theon and Catelyn alone. Theon laid on the bed without a shirt, propped up by pillows with his hands behind his head

"Cat." Theon said with familiarity that made Catelyn want to smack the smirk off of his face.

"Theon." She said back, voice dripping with venom.

"Prince Theon." He corrected again. "How are they boys? I know today must have been very hectic for them."

"Don't."

"Don't? Don't what?"

"Pretend to care. Not now."

Theon's smirk faltered a bit, and he stood, rounding the bed.

"You think I'm doing this because I don't care?" He asked, moving toward Catelyn. "I care more than ever. About my heritage. About my family!"

"We were your family!" Catelyn shouted. Theon just scoffed. "I was a mother to you."

Theon just scoffed.

"You were my captors." Theon spat. "I was your hostage. I wasn't your son, and none of them my siblings. All mine are dead. I was a yes man for Robb - there to be his little friend. That was my only future with the Starks...Besides, I never saw you as my mother."

Theon let his eyes fall over Catelyn's body in a way that made her stiffen. She never changed out of her sleepwear. She wore no small clothes, and the coldness of the night made her nipples visible through her nightgown. She was suddenly self conscious about her appearance, and made to cover herself. Suddenly, Theon was right in front of her, crowding her space. He grabbed her wrists and held them at her sides, looking down at her substantial breast and cleavage.

"Theon-" She tried voice wavering. She was cut off by a Theon's mouth on hers, kissing her hard. He forced his tongue into her mouth dominantly, devouring her. Catelyn hadn't been kissed in more than a year, since she visited her husband in King's Landing. It was nice to have a hot mouth on her own again, and despite herself, she moaned into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut. However, when Theon ground his hips against her, and she felt the evidence of his arousal against her thigh, she was snapped back to reality. She was kissing the man who betrayed their cause in her dead husband's bedroom. She bit down on his bottom lip hard, hard enough to draw a bit of blood. He groaned loudly in pain and pulled back. Releasing her. She turned to try and make for the door, but Theon reached out and grabbed her by her fire kissed hair, pulling her back into his chest. His hand remained in her hair, and pulled back harshly, craning her neck, while his other arm went across her torso, hand pawing at her tits.

"I never saw you as a mother, because I always dreamt of fucking you." He growled into her ear as he tweaked her right nipple through her dress. Catelyn involuntarily arched her back, pressing her ass into his crotch as she did. "Do you know how many times I've pleasured myself thinking of these tits, or this arse?"

Theon slithered his hand down and behind her, grabbing a handful of her backside, loving how it molded around his fingers.

"You're...a bastard." Catelyn panted.

"No, that's Jon. I'm a prince."

Suddenly Theon let go of Catelyn's hair and his arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her clear off the ground. Catelyn kicked and struggled as Theon carried her over, and threw her onto the bed. He pinned her down with his own body before she could move to get up. She slapped at his face, trying to claw at him to get him off of her, but he simply grabbed her wrists with one hand and pinned them over her head. With his other hand he grabbed the neckline of her night gown and pulled hard, tearing the fabric and letting her ample breasts bounce free.

"Get your hands off of me!" She screamed, only earning her a hard smack to her right breast and a tweak of her nipple. Theon smacked and groped her breasts for a while, smiling evilly and laughing as he did, like a kid who got a new toy. Catelyn just gritted her teeth, and tried to maintain a semblance of dignity, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing her squirm. But it was hard to maintain one's dignity when your cunt was getting wet at the rough treatment by your would be rapist.

Soon Theon grew bored of her breasts, and decided to move on to the main course. He let go of her hands and flipped her to her front unceremoniously. She felt the bottom of her dress get hiked up over her hips, exposing her pale bottom to Theon. She pushed herself onto her elbows and looked over her shoulder to be met with a surprising, horrid sight.

Theon had pushed his pants down his hips, exposing his angry looking cock to Catelyn.

Catelyn had only seen 2 cocks in her whole life besides her husband, which was still more than most high-born ladies. First was Petery Baelish when they were but kids, experimenting and wondering about each other's bodies. Then there was Brandon Stark, the Stark she was originally betrothed to. He got drunk one visit and exposed himself to her. They were young, and excited about their prospect of marriage. She stroked him to completion, letting him spill all over her hands and wrists. She never told Ned this of course.

Theon...dwarfed them all however.

Theon was never a particularly muscular man - he was lanky and skinnier than both Robb and Jon. So it came to a shock that he could have such a thick cock on him. It bobbed and twitched in the air, sticking out straight menacingly with a reddish tip. Catelyn openly stared, mouth agape and almost forgetting where she was. She was reminded when Theon pushed her head into the mattress, and hiked her hips high into the air, bottom sticking out invitingly for him. She tried to push herself up, but his hand on the back of her neck was surprisingly strong.

Catelyn felt his bulbous tip push against her entrance, and her eyes went wide.

This couldn't be happening, not like this, not in the bed she shared with her husband.

"Theon...please.." She begged.

SMACK

He gave her a hard spank to the ass, before gripping her hip firmly.

"Prince Theon." He growled, before driving his cock forward, filling her completely in one hard stroke.

Catelyn's mouth opened into a wide 'O' as a long moan was pulled from her. She had never been so full in her life. Theon didn't move, just holding himself there and savoring the feeling of her warm canal as it squeezed and twitched around him.

"Gods, after five kids, you're still tighter than a Dornish whore." Theon groaned in pleasure. "Ros has some competition."

"Y-you you-you-" Catelyn stammered, body and mind overwhelmed.

"Yes, ME." Theon growled, pulling his hips backwards until his tip was left in her, before slamming into her and forcing the air out of her lungs. He did it again and again, punctuating each thrust with a "Me. Me. ME."

"It's all about me for the first time in my life." He said. "And I intend to enjoy it."

With that, Theon began to fuck her, HARD. His hips slamming forward long hard strokes. His hips sent shockwaves through her ass flesh, giving him a beautiful sight of her fat bottom jiggling every time he sheathed himself into her. Theon maintained his grip on her neck, mushing her face into the mattress, muffling Catelyn's moans and cries.

Her body was betraying her, her cunt dripping and squeezing around him trying to pull him into her greedy body. Worst yet - he knew it, smiling cruelly as he slid into her with ease each thrust, churning her insides.

Theon removed his hand from her neck so he could grip her hips with both hands, pulling her back into him and increasing his pace. Catelyn didn't doubt the guard outside could hear the evidence of her ravaging, the rapid meeting of flesh echoing through the room.

"Theon..Theon...please..ohgods-PLEASE!" She rambled wildly, not exactly sure what she was begging for.

"PRINCE. THEON." He grunted, increasing his pace even more, and giving her ass a hard smack..

"PrinceTheonPrinceTheonPrinceTheon…" Catelyn chanted. She never called Ned's name like this. She hadn't even realized that she was thrusting back into him willingly - throwing her ass back to take him deeper. Soon his hips became a blur, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave marks. Catelyn had laid with Ned enough times to know what was soon coming.

"You Can't-please youcan'tyoucan't." She begged deliriously, but Theon was past the time of people telling him what he could and couldn't do. With a final hard thrust, he unloaded in her, shooting his seed deep into her womb. The sensation threw Catelyn over the edge, her cunt spasming and fluttering, milking his cock for all it was worth. She let out a moan she didn't think she was capable of, long and agonizing. She thought at 36 she was too old to get pregnant again, but the pure potency of Theon's load challenged that notion.

When Theon couldn't come anymore, he fell forward on top of Catelyn, flattening her against the bed. The layed there panting, consciousness slipping away from Catelyn. The last things she heard before she passed out-

"My Castle, My North, My woman."