ironbornprince:

                     ❝ I’m no Lord. ❞

          The words were muttered
          almost unintentionally, 
          bitter and honest in equal  
          measure. Theon’s tone 
          was all but expressionless. 

          He had forgot those eyes. 
          Piercing and haunting 
          familiar. Robb’s eyes. 
          He could barely stand to 
          face them. 

          ❝ I hadn’t thought to announce myself. 
                    I wasn’t sure how I would be received. ❞

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            You are not Theon either,
    she thinks with something like
    regret in her tone. There is a 
    silver of sympathy in her eyes
    for the things he did not do, but
    the mourning period for Robb is
    forever and she cannot forget.
    The North will not let her.

            Sansa moves to the other
    side of the table but does not
    cover the distance. Instead, she
    clasps her hands and keeps her
    Tully blues fixed on him.

           "The same way any other
    guests would be, I assure you.
    We have shed far too much blood
     to add yours to our wood stain.“

          ”For what purpose did you
     travel so far when a raven can
     cover it in half the time?“