[warning! contains major spoilers!]

"I will be as good a lord to you as Eddard Stark ever was. Betray me, though, and you'll wish you hadn't."

You watched him slay the others, who wouldn't listen. Then dismiss the rest of you. It had been a long time since you'd seen him once more and it felt like a bad dream. The Theon you knew was proud but he cared about his friends, he cared about Robb and Bran, and Rickon. He wasn't like this. You find yourself, following the throng. You take a few tentative steps to your room, but you don't hear Theon dismiss his men to follow after you.

"I missed you," he whispers, embracing you from behind, "I promised you I'd be back, didn't I?"

You find your sense and shove him off. "Don't touch me," you hiss and walk away.

He grabs you and roughly spins you around to face him, "is this how you talk to your Prince," he leans down to whisper, "your lover?"

"Go fuck yourself, squid, I see no prince. Only a disgusting mutt, who betrays its master," you pull away from him, "my lover is dead, he died the moment you stepped foot in here with your ironborn men, who obviously hate you."

He slaps you. The sheer force of it sends you to the ground. You clutch your stinging cheek and stare at him. This was the first time he had ever hit you. Regret creeps into his system as the full brunt of his actions finally hit him. He apologizes immediately, stumbling over himself to help you up but you coldly brush him away.

He's left alone, nursing a wounded pride and a broken heart.