The story (rumor) that he hears when he first returns to Winterfell seems to go that he had always loved Sansa Stark, since the day he arrived from Pyke, but that is not quite true. He had hoped to wed her one day, yes, and she had been a pretty child, but she had been a child then, a round-cheeked toddler grasping at her mother's skirts when he saw her first and an exquisite maid - but a maid not even flowered - when he saw her last.
It had been her mother that Theon had enjoyed watching back then, sneaking down to the hot springs where she would go to rest the aches of pregnancy, wrapping a hand around his cock and hoping to get a glimpse of her naked and wet. Sansa had been a child and Lady Stark was a woman and a beautiful one at that, and unlike the kitchen maids that he groped in alcoves, she was always entirely out of his reach and so he had contented himself with watching and fantasizing
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This totally fits with my Theon headcanon. I love the image of Theon creeping around the hot springs. The ending is perfect with Theon remembering his name but feeling so far removed from the boy he used to be. Thanks!
It is a rush of relief such that Arya has never known, the first time she meets Asha Greyjoy and knows that she is not alone, not the only high born lady meant more for a man's weapons and breeches than a lady's courtesies and gowns.
The ax she wields and the brashness of her movements would have made Syrio grimance (this is no dancing, he would say), but there is such a power to her that Arya craves and she begs her for lessons. The ax is different under her hands - heavier, ungainly, and Asha watches her with critical eyes and makes impossible demands, and it almost tastes like happiness, like before Arya's father was murdered and her family torn to shreds.
"I'm getting better," she insists, her forehead sheened in sweat, and Ashs laughs at her and moves close, her face only a few inches from Arya's own.
"You are," she agrees, and her breath hits Arya's lips, "but you still don't know the power of being a woman yet, how stupid and careless men will be just because you have a cunt between your legs that they would love to use."
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It had been her mother that Theon had enjoyed watching back then, sneaking down to the hot springs where she would go to rest the aches of pregnancy, wrapping a hand around his cock and hoping to get a glimpse of her naked and wet. Sansa had been a child and Lady Stark was a woman and a beautiful one at that, and unlike the kitchen maids that he groped in alcoves, she was always entirely out of his reach and so he had contented himself with watching and fantasizing ( ... )
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The ax she wields and the brashness of her movements would have made Syrio grimance (this is no dancing, he would say), but there is such a power to her that Arya craves and she begs her for lessons. The ax is different under her hands - heavier, ungainly, and Asha watches her with critical eyes and makes impossible demands, and it almost tastes like happiness, like before Arya's father was murdered and her family torn to shreds.
"I'm getting better," she insists, her forehead sheened in sweat, and Ashs laughs at her and moves close, her face only a few inches from Arya's own.
"You are," she agrees, and her breath hits Arya's lips, "but you still don't know the power of being a woman yet, how stupid and careless men will be just because you have a cunt between your legs that they would love to use."
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Thank you
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