Robb had given him courage,
but now Robb was gone

“Theon,” they seemed to whisper, “Theon.” The old gods, he thought. They know me. They know my name. I was Theon of House Greyjoy. I was a ward of Eddard Stark, a friend and brother to his children. “Please.” He fell to his knees. “A sword, that’s all I ask. Let me die as Theon, not as Reek.” Tears trickled down his cheeks, impossibly warm. “I was ironborn. A son… a son of Pyke, of the islands.”

It’s too late.


he means to kill me. the thought was queerly comforting. death did not frighten theon greyjoy. death would mean an end to pain.

he means to kill me. the thought was queerly comforting. death did not frighten theon greyjoy. death would mean an end to pain.


There are ghosts in Winterfell, he thought, and I am one of them.

There are ghosts in Winterfell, he thought, and I am one of them.


don’t die so far from the sea.

don’t die so far from the sea.

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