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He was playing with Robb and that brooding bastard, Jon Snow, throwing snowballs at each other and fighting like dogs. Theon hit her with a snowball, that had a rock hidden beneath it. It was originally meant for Jon and he had no idea how it had landed on her head with a barely audible 'thump'. She sobbed immediately as a thin trail of blood oozed out of her shaggy, unkempt, (hair color) mane. Maester Luwin, himself, took her upstairs to treat her and Lord Eddard had a stern talk to him about it afterwards. After, he ordered him to apologize.

He remembers standing in front of her that night. She had a cap of bandages on her head and he could make out little pink splotches on the snowy white cloth. He bites his lip, glancing outside. Robb and Jon stare at him, holding back their laughter.

"I'm sorry."

She blinks at him, once, twice, thrice, and nods, giving him a big smile.

As he turns around, he smirks, thinking her quick acceptance of his apology was due to his looks. He feels a sharp stab of pain on his head and turns around holding his injured appendage.

She threw a freaking chalice at his head.

"Now, we're even," she smirks.

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