ironbornprince:

            His figure was broken, 
            hunched over and 
                   disfigured.
            The sins against her
            house hung in the air 
            as he hobbled towards
            the lady of the castle.
            Eyes probing her for
            signs of mercy, he bowed.  

                                    ❝ Sans - M’lady. ❞

:: 〖 ❣ 〗――— ::

           She stands. Not because she
    feels any aggression towards him,
    rather she is surprised. It has been
    a long time since Sansa saw Theon
    last and that was barely a glimpse
    when Winterfell was returned to the
    Starks and he was s p i r i t e d away.

            “Lord Greyjoy. I was not made
    aware of your visit. Welcome.”