A/N: So Theon and Yara Greyjoy have been reunited with their unpredictable uncle, Euron Greyjoy, and he is promising them safe passage back to the Iron Islands onboard his ship, "Silence". But just how much can they trust this familiar stranger?

This is the last chapter of Ironborn, so thank you for reading, following and reviewing :-)

The dawn reached Yara Greyjoy as a ray of both hope and fear. She had not had much sleep this night as she worried about both her brother and her uncle: She worried that her brother would be blinded by Euron's empty promises and worried that Euron did not intend to bring them back to Pyke safely.

Instead of lying in bed tossing and turning, she got up and went to the other room. To her surprise Jorah Mormont was sitting by the fire looking like a worried man.

"Have you decided?", he then asked without looking at her. He just poked around the fire.

"I am not sure I have a choice, do I? You know Euron better than I do?", she asked. She went to him and sat down beside him.

"I do, but I am afraid that I can't praise him that much. We have some sort of a partnership here, but we would not be allies in battle. We know that the other one can provide things we each need, and our relation is built upon that. It is good enough for business, and maybe even a bit of trust, but I do not present him with the same opportunities as you and Theon do. I would be careful", Mormont said tiredly and tilted his face to look at her. He looked like that kind of person who had many stories to tell. Strangely, Yara felt like wanting to hear it, but the timing was wrong.

"So you would do the same as I have to?", she asked cryptically. He looked into the fire again and jolted the stick into a burning log.

"I would", he simply answered.

"Have you ever done it?", she then asked. Again he tilted his head and watched her.

"Done what?", he asked.

"Something based on pure speculation? I mean, I don't know if Euron has ulterior motives, but we can't stay here. The Starks will find Theon and put an end to his life. We don't have much time and we can't just keep moving around here like fugitives. We need to be around our own", Yara replied.

"I have done bad things but for the right reasons, I believe", Jorah Mormont said.

Yara sighed and got to her feet. Then she held out her hand towards the exiled knight. He looked up at her, still sitting down.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Jorah Mormont. I hope you find your happiness and redemption somewhere and that you find a cause worth fighting for", she then said with respect in her voice. She knew he had done bad things but so had she. She did not judge him.

"You are welcome. Maybe I will find that somewhere, Yara Greyjoy", he then said after getting up. He took her hand and shook it. It feels a lot like Ned's... Yara found herself thinking…

Yara pulled Theon out of his sweet sleep and together they left Mormont's house to meet up with their uncle at the harbor.

They made sure not to be seen and soon they could see "Silence" in front of them.

Yara took a deep breath before boarding the ship. She looked up and saw her uncle's crew – all silenced from being tongue-less.

Theon had already boarded the ship, but she hesitated. Finally she did the same. Soon she saw her uncle standing by the mast surrounded by the crew. He was talking to Theon and laughed like a mad man. Theon looked uncomfortable but tried to keep up. Yara knew that look on her brother's face.

"Yara Greyjoy, my lovely niece. Glad you decided to join us", Euron Greyjoy said when seeing Yara. He forgot Theon and moved towards her.

Yara looked from him to his horrifying crew who all had laid their hard eyes on her. She knew about their loyalty and feared just how deep it was.

"I did, dear uncle. Nothing would make me happier than to see the Iron Islands again", she answered and moved closer to him. She did not want him to think that she questioned his promise to her and Theon.

"Arh, old Pyke. Me too, niece. I hope your father has changed his beliefs so much that he will welcome all of us", Euron said and gave her a devious look.

"You know father. He is the same old, stubborn cunt as always", she answered boldly and went to Theon.

"Be careful", she whispered to him and squeezed his hand.

Yara paid attention to every detail as the ship left the harbor. She avoided too much contact with Euron, but that also meant that she could not hear what he was talking to Theon about. Her brother was clearly fascinated by their cruel uncle and looked like he already saw himself as his first mate.

The voyage was long and rough, and Yara could easily feel that she was no longer used to the sea. The wild waves tossed "Silence" from side to side, and that made her feel sick, but she endured it. It made it impossible for her to sleep, but she welcomed that since she feared falling asleep here in possible hostile territory. Theon gave in to the seasickness and spent the first days throwing up over the side. The only consolation Euron provided was vile laughs and mocking words. He already considered Theon less an Ironborn as he could not take the strain. A true Ironborn was supposed to be one with both ships and sea, but the Greyjoy siblings had been on land for so long that they had lost this ability, at least for now.

As "Silence" got closer to Pyke, Yara started feeling more safe. Euron had done nothing that resembled a rebellion against the heirs to the Iron Islands, and Yara started believing that maybe he wasn't going to.

She had been in her cabin to hide her seasickness for a long time, but when the storm died out, she reappeared from below.

On the deck she found her uncle by the ship's rudder next to Theon, whose face was as white as the Targaryens' hair.

"Oh, brother. Are you okay?", she asked Theon. His eyes were fading and veiled and his posture as crippled as it was after dealing with the Boltons.

"He is fine. Just getting used to being an Ironborn again", Euron said and patted Theon's back so hard that he almost fell over.

"I am fine", Theon tried and sat down. "I just need some time to readjust", he continued.

"Have you seen it?", Euron then said and handed Yara the binoculars. She looked through the glass and there she saw it: The jagged coast line and the rocky cliffs – The Iron Islands, her home.

She had not expected it, but she suddenly felt emotional. She cleared her throat to shake it off.

"That is some sight", she then said. Euron Greyjoy looked at her with a smile.

"Unfortunately for you, this is all you will ever get to see of our home", he said and false pity emerged inside his eyes. "At least I was kind enough to let you see home one last time", he continued.

Yara had expected something like this and drew out her sword.

"Why?", she asked while preparing for a fight. Euron laughed.

"You are an obstacle", he answered honestly before looking at Theon by his side. "Our obstacle. You will never back down and let Theon be the ruler of Pyke. Without you, he will be just that and I will be his advisor".

Yara looked at Theon in disbelief.

"Theon. He is trying to trick you", she said but she had to admit that it sounded desperate. Theon looked from his uncle to his sister and got to his feet.

"It makes sense, Yara. You will want the power too", he said and an apologetic look appeared in his eyes. Yara felt speechless.

"My nephew is not as dumb as he looks. But I will thank you, niece. If it wasn't for you, Theon would never have survived the escape from Winterfell and he would never have been brought to me", Euron said but could not keep in his laughter. He reached out for both of his swords and gave Yara a superior look.

"You are right, uncle. I am not dumb", Theon then said and looked from Yara to Euron.

"Well, I am not convinced myself, but you have other qualities, like your name", Euron said and looked away from Theon again.

"No, like my loyality. I have learned about the value of that", Theon then said and got to his feet behind Euron.

In one forceful movement Theon cut his sword into his uncle's collarbone and through to his neck. Euron had not seen this coming and screamed out loud. He cut holes everywhere in the air with his swords as the blood spraying from his wound had blinded him.

"Theon!", he screamed and Theon cut him again. This time he pierced Euron's belly.

"No, you listen, uncle! You told me to abandon my sister and kill her, and this is my answer", Theon shouted and made another cut into his uncle's body.

Yara felt paralyzed and did not move until a roaring sound from the crew of "Silence" drowned Euron's screams. They were coming for her.

As she turned around, five of Euron's toughest crew members ran towards her. They were large, loud and terrifying to look at, and she knew that she could not win that fight.

As she quickly contemplated grabbing Theon and jumping into the water, Jorah Mormont emerged from the cabin below. He ran to her and placed himself beside her.

"Mormont?", she asked, confused.

"I never could resist a good fight, plus you told me to find a good cause to fight for. I believe I have found it", he answered and looked into her eyes. She smiled; this she had not expected, but she was sure she could use a man like Jorah Mormont in her service. The Gods would know that she had forgiven Theon for far worse than Mormont had ever done.

"Consider yourself my new squire", she said with a smile and blinked. He laughed and together they engaged in the fight with the five crew members.

With Jorah Mormont by her side, the duo easily won the fight.

Then she ran to Theon who was still standing by their uncle's corpse.

"Theon. Are you okay?", she asked. She looked anxiously back and saw that Jorah Mormont was standing behind them, ready to fight more of Euron's crew members.

Theon looked at her.

"Did you really think that I would have you killed? I know that you want to rule, and I want us to rule together", he said and squeezed her rough hand. She smiled.

"I never doubted that", she replied with false confidence.

"Are you two planning on helping out?", Jorah Mormont's voice then sounded. The Greyjoy siblings turned around and saw that he was battling two fierce-looking crew members.

Theon raised his sword and nodded.

"You have my sword", he shouted and ran towards Jorah Mormont, but Yara stopped him by pressing her hand against his chest.

"We have something far better than our swords", she said with an optimistic face. Theon looked at her like he did not understand anything.

"What?", he asked. She smiled.

"Our name and our legacy".

Then Yara approached the crew members of "Silence" with no intention of reaching for her sword. She stopped and spoke out in a loud voice.

"Everyone, listen carefully. Your captain broke the oath he made to his niece and nephew. He promised them safe passage but instead he intended to kill them to make the war against Balon Greyjoy even worse. Euron Greyjoy was my uncle, and he was no honest man. He would never have been able to secure your futures as no one around the Iron Islands would even speak to anyone in Euron's service. He was banished for a reason and considered a traitor to the crown. You had no future with him, but with us it is different. Your disloyal captain is dead, so who do you fight for?", Yara shouted. She looked at every one of them, and after a few moments it was clear to her that they fought for no leader anymore. There was no organization or ranks; just crew members who believed that remaining true to a captain they feared would secure them a better future.

"Your captain is dead. Join me and return to the Iron Islands with pride. My father will take you into his service and give you noble tasks instead of taking orders from a captain, who betrayed both his brother, niece and nephew", Yara continued.

They looked at her, and most of them stopped; only a few loyal ones kept on attacking, but Jorah Mormont was more skilled than anyone them.

A loud mumbling broke out amongst the mute crew members, and after a while, a hideous looking man with heavy hair approached Yara with his sword pointing to the ground. Though he could not speak, Yara believed that she understood what he wanted to ask if he had been able to talk.

"I promise you this. I am Yara Greyjoy and this is Theon Greyjoy, and we are the heirs to the Iron Islands", she said.

The man moved closer, and Jorah Mormont too approached him to find out what he intended to do. Then the man nodded his head, bent down on one knee and presented Yara with his sword.

Yara put her hand on his sword and nodded.

"From this day on you are in service of Balon Greyjoy, the only ruler of the Iron Islands. You will receive no harm or punishment for your past as Euron Greyjoy's crew members", she said.

The man rose again and put out his hand. Yara shook it.

As the crew members went back to their posts, Yara and Theon went to the railing to take in the long awaited sight of the Iron Islands.

"I will never again leave", Theon said and smiled.

Yara looked at him.

"This will mean entirely new lives for us, Theon. We will no longer be wards. We will be rulers", she said and felt proud.

"Then we can take the world", Theon said with a smile, already picturing himself on the Iron Throne. Yara laughed and squeezed her little brother's shoulder.

"What?", Theon said, looking at her. A smile appeared on his face.

"Well, it is not called the Iron throne for nothing, is it?", he asked.

Yara had to give it to him, that he was right. She contemplated the thought of an Ironborn on the Iron Throne. She liked that idea…

A/N: So this was the last chapter of Ironborn. Since I like the Greyjoys, then my next story might be about this House too. Thank you for reading, following and reviewing :-)