Exposing myself as a Theon girly, he’s so pathetic I love him
“The first time he had ever kissed a girl had been here. Later, a different girl had made a man of him upon a ragged quilt in the shade of that tall grey-green sentinel.”
“Did the Bastard hurt you?“ Rowan asked. "Chopped off your fingers, did he? Skinned your widdle toes? Knocked your teeth out? Poor lad.” She patted his cheek. “There will be no more o’ that, I promise. You prayed, and the gods sent us. You want to die as Theon? We’ll give you that. A nice quick death, ‘twill hardly hurt at all.” She smiled. “But not till you’ve sung for Abel. He’s waiting for you.”









