His lips are on hers as soon as they make sure their eyes are averted. Their- the prying eyes and gossiping lips of Winterfell's people. Their lips are locked in a sweet dance, savoring the taste of their lips. She remembers how perfect it feels like. How it seems as though they were made for each other.

But that was before reality came crashing down on them.

Before he lost everything that made him Theon Greyjoy.

And before she realized too late.