"Little Theon," Euron's blue eyes darkened in sadistic amusement. His icy stare was as cruel as Ramsay's had been. Theon did his best to resist shivering as he stood there, cornered against the wall. "Have you decided to heed my advice and submit to me, nephew?" He purred the words with hidden lust.

Theon shouldn't have pursued Euron when he had left the Dragon pit. He should have stayed behind, where his allies were. But, when his uncle had surprised everyone by turning craven and leaving the armistice, he had no choice. His sister was still held captive and despite his allegiance to the Dragon Queen, he knew she would not aid him in a rescue. Taking it upon himself, Theon followed his uncle without question. Euron didn't even seem to even notice him, until they were far enough away from the others, before he turned on him, pinning him to the wall where they were now.

There was a triumphant look in his uncle's countenance that made him sick to his stomach. All too familiar, all too dangerous. Euron, not Ramsay. A Greyjoy, not a Bolton. The mantra in his mind, didn't change the fact that both men were as similar as they were different. Theon could not show that he was being intimidated. Not like last time, not like when he had fled. Not when the sole person and reason why he was in this position in the first place was still in danger. Taking a steady breath, reminding himself that he wasn't out on sea surrounded by the screams of his dying men, but was close enough to an army of allies if the need arose, sea blue eyes glared into the cruel ones of his uncle.

"I'll never submit to you," He spoke with all the venom he could muster in his tone. "In fact, uncle. I would advise you instead to release, my sister."

Euron let out a deep chuckle, as he shook his head in pity at his nephew. Theon wished in that second that he had brought his sword for he could split open his uncle's throat. Accursed as kinslaying may be, he couldn't fathom a thought to care. When, Euron tried to cup his cheek with callus fingers, he smacked the offending hand away instantly. Where, he had expected anger to flash in those blue orbs, there had only been amusement.

"I have to admit, I'm impressed you'd dare raise a hand against your king," he mocked. "Tell me, did your cock grow back since the last time I've seen you?"

"You're not my king," His response was instantaneous and cold. "Yara belongs on the Salt throne. She is more deserving of it than you."

Euron regarded his words for a second. "If she had been so worthy of such a title, then she would have taken it from me like a true Ironborn," his grin widened. "Instead my dear niece is aboard the Silence, and tell me nephew, whose fault is that?" Blue eyes held so much accusation in them. Cruel contempt, but also childish glee.

Against his will, his gaze avoided the intense stare of his uncle. Theon had never meant to leave his sister behind. Every moment that he breathed, did he regret doing so. Another mistake of his that was threatening to crush him under its heavy weight. What could he have done to save her when she needed him? The axe had been to her throat and Euron wouldn't have hesitated to end her life to spite him. His uncle was a kinslayer and would gladly commit the crime against the Gods again. There was no denying that. Still, telling himself all of this didn't quench the guilt inside of him. Didn't change how Theon had abandoned her. Yara had trusted him to be there to protect her with his life if need be and even if he had the intention of doing so, he had fled when his mind broke apart all over again. One second of weakness that would carry years of regret to his grave.

When his uncle tapped Theon's chin up to look him in the eyes once more, he did not pull away like earlier. His body felt paralyzed by his own self-loathing and Euron was soaking in all his misery with each heart beat that passed. "You'll always be the cockles coward, that bastard of yours turned you into," his words were cruel but there was a fondness in his voice. "Though, I would say that has always been the case with you, hasn't it? Ever since you were a child, you never were a true Ironborn. Always running away from your brothers, never defending yourself when they beat you like the whelp that you are. Not much has really changed since then, except now that everyone knows what I have always known all along about you. Same, little Theon as always." His laugh grated on Theon's nerves and brought him back to himself.

With a defiant stare, he responded, "What of yourself, uncle? You speak as if you hadn't turned craven and fled with your tail between your legs this very day." Euron's grip on his jaw tightened as he gave a small shrug.

"I just happen to find my time to be better spent on other activities than waiting for winter to bring the dead upon the Greenland's." His voice was nonchalant as if the matter would have no bearing on his own well-being. Theon had known since he was a child that his uncle had always been mad, but he never truly understood how deep that madness had been until this moment.

"There won't be much for you to enjoy your time with if the dead are victorious." Theon scoffed and pulled his head away from his uncle's grasp once more. However when he tried to push himself away from the wall, Euron didn't waste a thought to hesitate with slamming him back into it. Sea blue eyes glared daggers as sharp as flaying knives at his uncle. A sly grin played on the older man's lips. A challenge then. If Theon wanted to leave then Euron would make sure it wouldn't be of his nephew's accord.

"Don't waste a night's sleep worrying about me, nephew," Euron stated as his smirk grew, his wide blue eyes leered at him. "That sister of yours that you were so quick to leave her in my generous company will entertain me plenty."

Theon wished he had brought his sword with him as he would have carved that grin from ear to ear or stuck it so deep in the man's belly that his insides would paint the floor beneath them. To have Euron's blood rain upon his face. Baptizing him like the salt water had done so long ago. Sea blue eyes darted to his uncle's own weapon strapped to his side and contemplated paying the iron price for it as he ran it right through him. These things he could not do now, however as Euron would without a thread of doubt foil any attempts on his life. Now was not the time for any of that. Soon, very soon, he would make sure his uncle's life will be taken by his own hands.

"I'll only warn you once more," Theon's tone went dangerous. Commanding that was reminiscent of his old birth right to the Salt throne, before his captivity under Ramsay. "If you don't free Yara unharmed, then it will surely be you that will be losing sleep worrying about when I'll come for your head. That I swear to you on the Drowned God."

Euron sneered as he raised a brow at the younger man. "Hasn't your little wolves taught you that you shouldn't make an oath that you're unable to be bound to up-keeping?" Theon pushed passed him to walk away and surprisingly Euron let him. Feeling slight relief as he was no longer trapped between a wall and a madman, Theon gave him a glare as he turned and started to leave. Only after getting a couple steps away did his uncle decided to grace him with his comments once more.

"Besides, nephew, why would I want to free your sister, when her company is warming my bed every night?"

A pause and then, he stopped in his tracks. Theon's back went stiff at such a claim being made by his own flesh and blood. His heart felt like it had stopped beating in his chest as images of his uncle on top of his sisters bound body plagued his mind. It was all too clear of a picture in his head. For years he had seen Ramsay take his own pleasures out on the women he hunted. Hell, even in his own youth, before his capture Theon was not against doing the same, much to his shame. Yara though, being disgraced and her body used as nothing more than a Salt Wife by his sadistic uncle no less was absolutely the worse he could ever imagine. His body started to tremble against his control. If he looked back now into those cold eyes that reminded him so much of Ramsay, he was sure Reek would break through the surface of his mind. This couldn't be happening, his mind wouldn't allow him to even contemplate such a statement as being anything else, but some jape on his behalf.

"You're lying," Theon whispered only loud enough to be heard. The snicker behind him, doomed him to the truth. Breaking through the walls of his defenses just like flaying knives had kissed his flesh so long ago.

"Am I? Perhaps, I am, perhaps I'm not. Would you bet her life on the chance that what I say may not be truth? Maybe I have had her raped by my crew, they haven't had a woman since this war has started and they would be dying to get their cocks into a real Ironborn cunt. I could have had her tongue cut out. Or she might even be tied to the bow of the Silence as an offering to the Drowned God as we speak now. Only I know." When Theon turned to face him, his face pale, Euron knew he won in their encounter and his countenance didn't hide his amusement at the fact. His words were sugary sweet when he continued, "Wouldn't you like to find out what has become of your usurper queen? I've given you a way to find out."

Theon glanced in the direction which they came from the Dragon Pit. Where his allies were. People who had more skill than he could possess to take down his uncle. What would they think of Theon now if they could see him? Would they insult him? Not that he wasn't used to the mocking comments behind and made to his face. There was no shame to be had anymore. If Euron had been Ramsay then he wouldn't have hesitated to bend to the others will. His uncle wasn't the monster of the Dreadfort and in this moment, he had realized that perhaps his uncle had been worse. Even if Theon gave him what he wanted there was no guarantee and more of a certainty that Euron wouldn't honor his words. With a shaky voice, almost completely desolate in his defeat, he said, "I can't." It wasn't much said, however the weight of his trepidation was there.

Blue eyes raked over his body and Theon just stood there with his head looking down. The fight was being sucked away from him, only leaving the broken man that he tried to overcome daily in its wake. Every flinch had been observed. Every bead of sweat on his face, scrutinized. There was no where he could hide anymore. Nothing he could do to prevent what was going to come forth of their interactions. Everything had changed so fast. First he was demanding his sister's release and now he was praying to any God that would hear him for mercy that he wouldn't receive.

"I know that your bastard had cut off your cock, but has he ever made you pleasure his? Aye, I can tell by your eyes that he has." Euron chuckled then." Tell you what, little Theon. Get on your knees, submit to me and show me how much you want your sister alive. I can be merciful if I decide, even more so to my very own kin."

The offer sounded so sweet, like it would make all his problems evaporate from around him. A tone of voice that demanded trust and obedience. Hard to even reset, no matter how awful the meaning was being said. It was a game, one that Ramsay had played upon him, more times than he could count. Without fail there was never mercy and if there was it was only perceived to be that way, when it was another torment all on its own. Theon shook his head and that seemed to even surprise his uncle.

"If I submitted to you, then I know what will become of me," It was the last ditch effort at preventing the inevitable. "There would be nothing stopping you from taking me as a captive as well and cutting both mine and my sisters throats the second you had us both," a little more bravery he also added, "I will not give you that satisfaction."

"Haven't you realized yet? Are you daft? Perhaps your time with your bastard has made you more dim witted than I originally thought. I wouldn't even need to waste my time capturing you and taking you aboard my ship. You'll follow me on your own accord. Unlike your earlier proclamation, this is one that I have no doubt know will come true."

They both fell into silence. As quiet as the crew had forced to be so on his uncle's ship. They didn't pay attention to any other sound around them as their eyes locked with each other in a battle of their own. Theon knew he was wavering. With each breath he took, he was getting closer and closer to falling to his knees and submitting to his fate. Euron's grin was widening as each moment passed. Triumph must have felt so palpable for him, Theon thought. However, when all hoped seemed lost, Euron tsked as he shook his head in pity.

"Perhaps, I pegged you the wrong way all along," Euron turned then to leave his nephew where he was standing in stunned silence. "I seem to be wasting my time on you, when I can be enjoying my niece company instead," without even looking at him he waved his hand goodbye. "I'll be sure to send her your regards." Without another word he made for his departure.

Panic seized Theon completely then. He knew this was a trap. He knew what his uncle wanted from him. It was a choice, one where no decision he made would end well for either Yara or for him. With each step that pulled Euron away from him, his time was running out. If he let him leave then his sister would suffer more, if he didn't then he would have no choice, but to abide to his uncle's request. The trap was set and whatever the outcome would be of his own doing. That's why his uncle was doing this. To break any hopeful determination of a victory that he could have. He could just let him walk away, it would be in his best interest to do so. Even his allies would advise him not to act now. Yet, all he could think about his Euron's threats regarding his sister's well-being. How many of them would he act on, if he hadn't done so already, if Theon said nothing? His legs felt weak underneath him and it was most likely the only comfort he could have that he wouldn't be on them for long.

"Wait," His voice wasn't even audible as his threat was too dry to speak in his dread. Euron didn't hear him, so he tried again. "Uncle," he said louder, still the elder didn't acknowledge him. "Euron, wait!" Again nothing.

It was then, he knew he had been ignoring him. What he wanted to hear instead. The only thing that would make him stop. Even knowing this, it was hard to bring himself to say the words. Doing so would be a betrayal as great as the one he had done against the Starks. If Yara ever found out, which he knew Euron would gladly tell her, then she would never look at him again. Taking a step forward, he almost crashed to the ground as he lost his footing, only catching himself at the last second. This would have been easier if it was Ramsay he was dealing with, in a sick twisted way he realized. Theon had been trained to say things and lose all dignity in the process. Reek wasn't able to feel shame, like Theon had felt. It was easier then. Now it felt impossible, but he managed. Not for himself, but for his sister.

"Uncle," he took a deep breath, "King, Euron."

Fortunately, or unfortunately given the growing unease of what he had just allowed himself to utter from his lips, Euron stopped. However, he didn't turn around. Just stood there, with his back to him. Theon understood this reasoning too, the silent order that was being made. It was one last chance to turn back, but in doing so would be worse than before he even spoke. A game that he had already lost the second his uncle's eyes first met his in the Dragon Pit. Perhaps, even before then during the Kingsmoot, where he had dared to challenge his uncle for the first time. Euron wanted, Theon to repeat the title that gave up all his strength that he had left over to the other. To become completely, submissive to the elder of the two. Theon knew he couldn't escape this, as Euron sighed with a lack of patience and was about to take a step away once more.

"Wait, please," begging was easier for him than saying the title. Theon had pleaded for the pain to reside in the darkness of the Dreadfort. Reek had begged for Lord Ramsay's favor whenever the opportunity presented itself. He could beg for his sister's life right now. When Euron, didn't respond, he knew that repeating the vile title was his sister's only chance.

A pause.

"Euron, don't."

A heartbeat.

"King, just please wait."

There had been no comfort with the ear splitting grin that was plastered on his uncle countenance. Only damnation as those blue eyes feigned empathy with Theon's plight. Those words had sentenced him to his fate and now there was no redemption for him in sight.

"Silly whelp, you should know I can make time for my loyal subjects," his steps closer to Theon made his body shake even more out of his control. "What, King would I be, if I didn't make an effort as well for my own flesh and blood?" Euron was back to being in front of him now. Theon couldn't even look up at him. His mind shattered in an all too familiar place. With an all too familiar threat casting its shadow over him. Reminding him once again of how he should have died with Robb when he had the chance. That would have been preferred than everything else he had faced since then. "Look at me, little Theon."

With a flinch, he did as he was told. Euron said nothing more, but gave a nod of his head down and back up at him. Submit to me, his uncle had told him. Theon wanted to run, to be far away from everything and everyone. Hide far away from all the horrendous actions he knew he would be upon him. However, he didn't do any of these things. His legs gave out on him, as he went to his knees in front of his sadistic uncle. His body slumped momentarily against Euron's waist. His breathing was ragged. His terror all encompassing. Callus fingers stroked his hair from above, gently. Yet, he didn't pull away. Theon felt drained with the emotional turmoil he was in. Content to just stay there and pretend that it was anyone else standing above him. Even Ramsay would have been more of a comfort as that was something he had been used to. With a dark chuckle above him, his brown hair was gripped tightly as he was forced to look up at his uncle who controlled his fate and that of his sisters. Tears started to stream down his cheeks when he knew what was to come next, not making that assessment a disappointment, Euron spoke.

"Have to say seeing you like this is already making me hard," Theon shuddered as he felt nauseous at the thought. "I'm sure, that bastard of yours had taught you what to do to please a man of higher position than yourself," Euron taunted, even if his statement was true. "Show me, what you have learned and perhaps it will satiate me enough, to take you instead of your sister to my bed each night." Letting go of his grip, he waited as his icy stare never left Theon. Challenging him to object or disobey. Which was a pointless an endeavor as he already knew his fate was sealed.

Inhaling a breath to steady his nerves, his few fingers he had left, went for his the laces of his uncle's breeches. Neither spoke a word as he clumsily fiddled with untying them. Think of Ramsay and not Euron, he told himself. He's been in this same position with the former so many times that it was the only strength he could find, when he unleashed his uncle's already hard cock. That was about as far as he was able to persevere, however and it took prompting of Euron's hand grabbing the back of his head to push him forward to continue. Opening his mouth, he took in his uncle's cock. A gasp was heard, but Theon couldn't pay attention to that now or he'd crumble apart. This is for Yara, was his mantra even if she'd be disgusted by how low he had sank.

"I must warn you, nephew if you try anything unsavory, well my crew has explicit orders to execute your sister if I don't return, or return harmed in any way." That alone made any thoughts of using this position to his advantage, just as was intended.

The pre-cum was salty and reminded him of the sea as his tongue swirled against the tip. How in his youth, he had swallowed his fair share of salt water of Pyke. Euron, may have told him that he could do it on his own, but that didn't stop his uncle from forcing his head to move when they started. Trying not to gag on the sheer length of hardened flesh hitting the back of his throat, Theon continued to suck. His tears never stopped and when he closed his eyes, he was reprimanded for it.

"Keep those blue beauties looking at me, nephew," Euron emphasized his point by moving his hips forward, making Theon take him in deeper. "If you don't, I may have to take you right here and now, like the whore you are." The threat was enough for his eyes to shoot open, as he looked up in the blue orbs that were glazed over with lust.

Euron arched his back, when Theon used the inside of his cheek to rub against the head of his uncle's cock. A trick he had learned that Ramsay had enjoyed very much. The tip was the most sensitive spot and with experience he had come to learn to quicken the humiliating experience by paying the most attention to it. His teeth gently and barely grazed the flesh, an act Ramsay would have removed a tooth over, but Euron seemed to shiver at. It was a slight form of dominance he could take of the situation and he held onto the best he could. Even if both Greyjoys, knew he would never risk Yara's life on such an idiotic decision. It was getting harder to breath, as Euron's thrusts became more sporadic the closer he came to his climax. His was becoming light headed with the lack of air and he whimpered, which only sent vibrations down the shaft of his uncle's cock. That seemed to pleasure him more, as he felt the twitch of flesh in his mouth.

Theon had to grip his uncle's legs to keep himself up. His jaw was aching with the continuous strain. Euron hadn't been lying when he told everyone at the Kingsmoot how big he was. Even, Ramsay's was smaller in comparison which didn't help matters for him in the least. He faintly could hear his uncle taunting him from above, but he payed no attention to the words that were spoken to him. Ignore him and just make him cum, he told himself. His head moved up and down faster as his lips were pressed tighter around the flesh. Sucking, as well as he could accomplish, despite Euron making it all the more difficult. This went on for quite a while and it worried him how much more stamina his uncle had than Ramsay. If he would rape his sister for hours simply because he had the ability to do so. The contrast between, Ramsay and Euron bothered him greatly. While, Ramsay could last a good while, he often tried to make every moment he had count. Using every opportunity to make the experience worse for Reek. Euron on the other hand seemed to take it all and more. A horrible realization hit him, when he couldn't feel his uncle's hand on his hair anymore. Even the thrusts seemed to only come because it was primal. His uncle was letting Theon to do all of this on his own free will. An acknowledgment that made him cease his actions all together, almost. For he was never given the chance. When the warm seed shot down his throat, it was so unexpected that he pulled back and coughed what little of it he didn't swallow on the ground.

His body shook with dry heaves that didn't seem to stop. This had been worse than his time with Ramsay. With Ramsay he had to do the things he did for survival. Had to endure the abuse and sexual humiliation, because the alternative pain would be awful. With Euron, it wasn't that simple. He had asked for this, when he could have walked away without a second thought. Willingly he had submitted to him on the grounds of keeping his sister safe and alive, didn't change the fact that he could have walked away with no harm to his person. The Dragon Queen would have to deal with his uncle at some point, if he foolishly stayed in the war. Yara would most likely be dead by then, or worse. Things could always be worse than death he had learn.

"Have to say, at least that mouth of yours is good for something," Euron mocked as he looked down on the shaking man. Putting away his softening cock into his breeches, tying them back up in the process, he smiled a warm smile. "It's been fun, nephew. However, I must be off before winter comes any minute now, Next time I see you will be better, I promise you that."

Theon grabbed the black fabric of his breeches so quickly he didn't even process doing so. Euron seemed amused by this and patted Theon's head when the other sat up a bit. "Are you requesting of your king, to give you more of my legendary cock, little Theon? My, what would be Balon's opinion of his last living son now?"

"Yara." Theon muttered.

"Oh aye, I can't forget her, shall I tell her how well of a sword swallower, her little brother had become?" Euron pulled his leg away from Theon's grasp. "Those thoughts, should keep her warm on the cold nights to come."

"Don't kill her," Theon whined as he tried to stand, only to fall back down into the dirt. "Don't hurt her anymore, if you already have done so. Please."

It couldn't have been pity when Euron pulled his nephew to his feet. It wasn't a kindness when his grip on his shoulders was tight, to keep him from falling over again. No, there was never mercy in those icy eyes. Always the same eyes as before. Cold as the winters of the north. Cruel as flaying knifes and all fourteen seas. Calculating in which ways they could inflict the most harm on a person of their choosing. Theon had once thought he had escaped that same icy stare when he jumped off the walls of Winterfell. But, that wasn't the case. Ramsay might be dead and to never have the opportunity to rend his flesh again, but Euron was just as capable if not more so now. Where one had been a mad dog, this one was a Kraken, and just light a Kraken, it was crushing him in its grip. To sink him under the dark depths of the sea, where he could never escape. His uncle had no intention of ever letting him escape his graps.

"Who is your King?" Euron's voice was a mere whisper. The question like a caress against his ear.

Theon knew the lines he would have to recite, "You are, uncle." They were still bitter on his lips. Yara would forever be his Queen.

"Who do you submit too, nephew?" He continued and his gaze brought Theon back to Moat Cailin from so long ago.

Who are you really?

I'm Reek.

Until when?

Always, Forever.

"You," the glare Theon received told him his answer wasn't good enough, "Only you." He reiterated. Ramsay would be seething in the ground if he had heard those words. They were lies, but it was all he could do.

Euron let go of him then, without saying another word, he turned and started to walk away. It didn't seem to matter anymore, what he had answered. Didn't matter as he submitted and was humiliated for it. No, that was never the end goal. All of this had only been a cruel jape by his uncle. A ploy for worse things to come. Theon had remembered what his uncle had said earlier that he wouldn't have to capture him. That it would be of his own accord to follow. Another choice that he had to make. One where just like before, there was no right answer. Greyjoy or Stark had now become Captive or Yara. Either choice wouldn't end well for him. Watching, Euron get farther and farther away to where he could harm his sister. Knowing his allies would either burn him alive or behead him for betraying them. Knowing that doing as his uncle predicted would benefit no one, but his uncle in the end. A choice had to be made. It didn't matter which one it was as either result he was cursed to suffer. A particular fate that all the Gods had wanted for him.

I made a choice, and I choose wrong.