[ lord eddard is a second father to me, i do so swear. robb remembers the words clearly. they dance against his memory and they cut sharp. sharper than the sword they're preparing for him in the other room. robb has marched his troops back to winterfell. he knows - the fact burns on the back of his throat, acerbic - that the starks are not entirely innocent for what had happened in king robert's rebellion. robb knows that theon was as much of a hostage as he was a ward but he cannot find the line where he had stepped to make theon hate them. the seize on king's landing could wait - how would he return arya and sansa home if there was nothing left for them?
( robb was all the north had left. )
we've taken him, your grace - his bannermen had said with hushed voices. we've captured theon greyjoy. robb was waiting for the man's arrival. he was pacing. trying to find the words to say. reciting a script in his head. he wanted blood. justice. a reason. a dozen things that only theon could provide. robb makes arrangements. a tent in the camp instead of a cage. he should hate theon as much as jamie lannister, he should give him worse - but there's something about old ties that make the king wish for privacy. he does not wear his crown to the execution.
theon is restrained, in shackles and chains that hang above his head. two of his bannermen sit outside the tent. robb stands before him. expression cold and mouth drawn into a thin line. ]
I told them to spare you, Greyjoy. That I would have your head myself.
NO OMG LEAVE ME HERE TO DIEEE. I AM PUTTING ON SOME SNOW PATROL JSYK
( robb was all the north had left. )
we've taken him, your grace - his bannermen had said with hushed voices. we've captured theon greyjoy. robb was waiting for the man's arrival. he was pacing. trying to find the words to say. reciting a script in his head. he wanted blood. justice. a reason. a dozen things that only theon could provide. robb makes arrangements. a tent in the camp instead of a cage. he should hate theon as much as jamie lannister, he should give him worse - but there's something about old ties that make the king wish for privacy. he does not wear his crown to the execution.
theon is restrained, in shackles and chains that hang above his head. two of his bannermen sit outside the tent. robb stands before him. expression cold and mouth drawn into a thin line. ]
I told them to spare you, Greyjoy. That I would have your head myself.