Theon has a day of religion, reconciliation, and redemption. When Shadow stumbles upon Theon having a bonfire all by his lonesome on the beach, harsh words are exchanged and then his nightmares are realized and Theon meets his end at the hands of Robb Stark's walking corpse.

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In progress.

It's been a few days now, maybe four, and Tyra is still righteously pissed off. With Tim, and that Hayley bitch too, with the entire world. Hell, she's even starting to miss Dillon. At least if she was in Dillon she could go out and get shit-faced ( Read more... )

With a skin of mango wine in hand and his bow strewn haphazardly across his back, Theon Greyjoy was well on his way to being drunk under what few rays of sunlight peaked through the cloudy sky ( Read more... )

There was something about hard work. Something about it that made a woman feel like she was doing something with her life, and that's why Shadow was currently straddling a piece of wood as thick around as her thigh ( Read more... )

It is brilliant weather for a tourney, if a bit hot for those wearing army. The list at Summerfell is decorated in flowers and the brightly-coloured flags Sansa gave Robb for his last name day. There is a boar roasting for the celebration after-downwind, of course-and logs pulled up or blankets spread for people to sit down ( Read more... )

Sansa had been thinking on this ceremony since the day of Eddara's birth. Not constantly for Eddara took up much of her time and Sansa was not generally one for thinking in any case. But there was not a sept here or a septon not did she not feel the lack. Her mother had been named in the Faith, but Sansa was a daughter of Winterfell not Riverrun ( Read more... )

Sansa had woken early that morning, her back bothering her more than most days. When after dressing and breakfasting the slow dull throbbing ache seemed worse than ever she had decided to take her mother's advice and try some exercise to see if that might not help matters. Worryingly the ache was not the only problem, there was a new regular twinge ( Read more... )

The trouble with being a knight on the island, Silence has found, is that there is nothing for a knight to do. There are a number of kings, but no kingdoms; there are no battles or tournaments or tests of arms, no monsters to defeat (now that the dinosaurs are all back behind their fence) or quests to complete. There is, in fact, very little point ( Read more... )

[Theon comes across Robb, thinking. Theon wants to talk about the kiss, and when Robb is reticent, he does some confessing and thinks he'll help himself to another. Grey Wind reacts before Robb can, and there are some mumbled awkward apologies before they part ways. (Backdated to early May, before Jeyne arrives.)]

Theon Greyjoy wasn't spoiling for a fight. In fact, he appeared to be trawling for a good time as he considered the fattest tree trunk near the compound ( Read more... )