Why should they? I was Reek before and might be Reek again. Reek, Reek, it rhymes with sneak. Foolish woman. He might well be a broken thing, but Theon still wore a dagger. It would have been a simple thing to slide it out and drive it down between her shoulder blades. That much he was still capable of, missing teeth and broken teeth and all. It might even be a kindness—a quicker, cleaner end than the one she and her sisters would face when Ramsay caught them.
Reek might have done it. Would have done it, in hopes it might please Lord Ramsay. But the old gods had known him, had called him Theon. The stumps of his fingers itched and twitched, but he kept his dagger in its sheath. These are friends. The furs stirred. An eye peered out, shining with tears. Dark, too dark. A brown eye. Theon has fully acknowledged his own identity at this point and he again, extends it to Jeyne, now that he is Theon again he cannot call her Arya anymore.
She has forgotten who she is. She has forgotten her name. Three of them. Robb and Bran and Rickon. We are all dead, Theon thought. I told them this was folly, but none of them would listen. Abel had doomed them. All singers were half-mad. Her eyes are the wrong color. And there are no heroes here, only whores. Even so, he knelt beside her, pulled down the furs, touched her cheek. I know you too. I know your name. Reek, it Rhymes with freak my name is Merel and I'm a huge obsessive fangirl, which I express through vidding.
I have made it my life's moto to defend Theon Greyjoy against all hate! Ask me anything Submit a post. Posted on Saturday, 2 August I never had no horse. The prince of winterfell In the prince of winterfell Theon is forced to marry of Jeyne poole disguised as being Arya Stark to Ramsay Bolton.
The dagger was still in his hand. He sheathed it. Reek bent to his task One Threat from Ramsay is enough to bring him back to his Reek persona, even if only temporarily. A ghost in winterfell A ghost in winterfell is all about death. I have no brothers now. If they take us alive, they will deliver us to Ramsay. Theon grabbed Jeyne about the waist and jumped. Theon I 3. Daenerys I Tyrion VII Daenerys IX 4.
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Try and act like one. Tales are told of you, Ramsay. I hear them everywhere. People fear you. It is not good. No tales were ever told of me. Do you think I would be sitting here if it were otherwise? Your amusements are your own, I will not chide you on that count, but you must be more discreet.
A peaceful land, a quiet people. That has always been my rule. Make it yours. So you could come down here and tell me to be quiet? There are tidings that you need to hear. Lord Stannis has finally left the Wall. Arnolf does not understand it. He swears that he did all he could to bait the trap.
Scratch a Karstark and you'll find a Stark. Be that as it may. Worse, the mountain clans have joined him, Wull and Norrey and Liddle and the rest. His strength is growing. Let me march on Deepwood. We have a girl, we have a tree, and we have lords enough to witness. I'll wed her on the morrow, plant a son between her legs, and march before her maiden's blood has dried. I' ve decided you shall wed the girl at Winterfell.
Theon Turncloak. What better place to wed her, bed her, and stake your claim? That is only half of it, however. We would be fools to march on Stannis.
Let Stannis march on us. He is too cautious to come to Barrowton His clansmen will not abandon the daughter of their precious Ned to such as you. Stannis must march or lose them He will summon Arnolf Karstark. I shall inform the lords that we march in three days and invite them to accompany us. Command them.
Power tastes best when sweetened by courtesy. You had best learn that if you ever hope to rule. I am taking him.
He's mine. You cannot have him. You would do well to remember that, bastard. As for this Get the keys and remove those chains from him, before you make me rue the day I raped your mother. He feared he might leap the table with his dagger in his hand.
Instead he flushed red, turned his pale eyes from his father's paler ones, and went to find the keys. But as he knelt to unlock the fetters around Reek's wrists and ankles, he leaned close and whispered, "Tell him nothing and remember every word he says. I'll have you back, no matter what that Dustin bitch may tell you. Who are you?
Your man. I'm Reek, it rhymes with sneak. When my father brings you back, I'm going to take another finger. I'll let you choose which one.
I'll do whatever you want, serve, obey, I The way he smells disgusts me. Reek could hear the wind sweeping across the rolling plains beyond the town. It was less than a mile from Barrow Hall to Harwood Stout's modest keep beside the eastern gates.
Lord Bolton offered him a horse. I think so. His flesh hung loosely on his bones, and Sour Alyn and Ben Bones said he twitched. And his smell She was a gentle horse, though, and she knew the way to Barrow Hall. Lord Bolton fell in beside him as they rode out the gate.
The guards fell back to a discreet distance. Reek, I' m Reek, it rhymes with wreak. It might have been a smile. He did not understand. I said-" "- my lord, when you should have said m' lord. Your tongue betrays your birth with every word you say. If you want to sound a proper peasant, say it as if you had mud in your mouth, or were too stupid to realize it was two words, not just one. Your stench is quite appalling. I beg your pardon, m'lord. The way you smell is my son's doing, not your own.
I am well aware of that. Reek heard music coming through its windows. He stank, though not for want of washing. I have never known a cleaner creature, truth be told. He bathed thrice a day and wore flowers in his hair as if he were a maiden. Once, when my second wife was still alive, he was caught stealing scent from her bedchamber.
I had him whipped for that, a dozen lashes. Even his blood smelled wrong. The next year he tried it again. This time he drank the perfume and almost died of it. It made no matter. The smell was something he was born with. A curse, the smallfolk said. The gods had made him stink so that men would know his soul was rotting. My old maester insisted it was a sign of sickness, yet the boy was otherwise as strong as a young bull.
No one could stand to be near him, so he slept with the pigs I gave her Reek. It was meant to be amusing, but he and Ramsay became inseparable. I do wonder, though The words caught in his throat, and he began to cough and choke.
I know what he said. You're to spy on me and keep his secrets. Sour Alyn, Luton, Skinner, and the rest, where does he think they came from? Can he truly believe they are his men? Some comment seemed to be expected of him, but he did not know what to say.
You met his mother whilst out riding and were smitten by her beauty. Why, the boy has a singer's soul Even the riding part is wrong. I was hunting a fox along the Weeping Water when I chanced upon a mill and saw a young woman washing clothes in the stream. The old miller had gotten himself a new young wife, a girl not half his age. She was a tall, willowy creature, very healthy-looking. Long legs and small firm breasts, like two ripe plums.
Pretty, in a common sort of way. The moment that I set eyes on her I wanted her. Such was my due. The maesters will tell you that King Jaehaerys abolished the lord's right to the first night to appease his shrewish queen, but where the old gods rule, old customs linger. The Umbers keep the first night too, deny it as they may. Certain of the mountain clans as well, and on Skagos
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