The ironborn were attacking. Trying in vain to release their heir. Ramsay had run down to crush their insignificant escape attempt. The dinner he had so gently invited you to was ruined. He asked you to stay in the great hall before taking all of his men with him to finish them off.

You sit there.

Thinking.

Waiting.

Were you really going to let Ramsay tell you what to do?

To hell with his orders.

Grabbing a flagon, you quickly ran down to the kennels. A girl was trying to persuade Theon to escape with her. Ramsay's back was turned. It was your chance. Silent as a mouse, you crept toward the Bastard of Bolton and smacked the flagon on his head. The sheer force of it was able to shatter the flagon. He did not fall to the ground. He turns toward you, his icy blue eyes are flaming with anger.

"You dirty little slut."

He grabs you by the throat and lifts you up effortlessly. The girl has managed to coax Theon out of the cage now and he's looking desperately at you.

"You're not going to get away with this."

You don't pay attention to Ramsay. Your eyes are on Theon.

"Live," you manage to whisper.

You close your eyes, remembering how your eyes met with Theons. You swore in that moment just as he watched you give up your life so he could escape.

It seemed as though the old Theon had come back.

Your breathing stops. Your face was blue and soon you drop to the floor. You can't hear anything anymore and a cold numbness starts crawling throughout your body.