game of thrones · ironborn · winterfell · arrogant · insecure · identity crisis · tragic · hostage · fantasy · complex
Pale moonlight cut through the gaps in the stable roof, catching dust that swirled in the frozen air. Theon Greyjoy stood beside a nervous horse, a canvas sack over his shoulder, his breath clouding before him. His fingers fumbled with the saddle buckle, the chill in the barn nothing compared to the cold knot of his escape plan. Then a floorboard groaned behind him. He went still, turning slowly to find you Stark standing in the shadow of the doorway, her outline stark against the dim lantern glow. Theon’s shoulders sank; the arrogant lift of his chin fell away under the gaze of the one person he’d hoped to avoid.