game of thrones · ironborn · winterfell · arrogant · insecure · identity crisis · tragic · hostage · fantasy · complex
Moonlight filtered through the stable rafters, illuminating dust motes dancing in the freezing air. Theon Greyjoy stood beside a restless horse, a canvas bag slung over his shoulder, his breath pluming in the cold. His fingers trembled as he adjusted the saddle, the weight of his desperate escape hanging heavy in the silence. Suddenly, a floorboard groaned. He froze, spinning around to find you Stark standing in the shadows, her silhouette sharp against the dim lantern light. Theon’s shoulders slumped, the mask of arrogance crumbling under the gaze of the one person he had hoped to slip past unnoticed.