We need to talk Theon Greyjoy: Winterfell incident and other issues. A big ass essay.
reekrhymes:
Warning: spoilers for ACOK/season 2 and ADWD (I will make an attempt to mark anything that goes beyond ACOK/season 2.)
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“It is the sea that comes.”
“The sea?”
“I dreamed that the sea was lapping all around Winterfell. I saw black waves crashing against the gates and towers, and then the salt water came flowing over the walls and filled the castle. Drowned men were floating in the yard.”
↳ Bran V: A Clash of Kings / A Song of Ice and Fire
(Source: hatingcoriander)
reekrhymes:
“I was ten when I was taken from my father’s house to make certain he would raise no more rebellions.”The noose I wore was not made of hempen rope that’s true enough, but I felt it all the same. And it chafed, Ser Rodrick. It chafed me raw”. He never quite realized until now, but as the words came spilling out, he saw the truth in them.”
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Theon’s Letter
This is so sad… :(
“Nine years, is it?” Lord Balon said at last.
“Ten,” Theon answered, pulling off his torn gloves.
“A boy they took,” his father said. “What are you now?”
“A man,” Theon answered. “Your blood and your heir.”
Lord Balon grunted. “We shall see.”
“You shall,” Theon promised.
(Source: theons)
‘Help me.’ She clutched at him. ‘Please. I used to watch you in the yard, playing with your swords. You were so handsome.’ She squeezed his arm. ‘If we ran away, I could be your wife, or your… your whore… whatever you wanted. You could be my man.’
Theon wrenched his arm away from her. ‘I’m no… I’m no one’s man.’ A man would help her. ‘Just… just be Arya, be his wife. Please him, or… just please him, and stop this talk about being someone else.’ Jeyne, her name is Jeyne, it rhymes with pain. The music was growing ever more insistent. ‘It is time. Wipe those tears from your eyes.’ Brown eyes. They should be grey. Someone will see. Someone will remember. ‘Good. Now smile.’
