And what do you want, my sweet Reek? Do you want to go with them, return to your bleak isles in the cold grey sea, be a prince again?
Ramsay always made him ask. Ramsay always makes me beg
Tears trickled down his cheeks, impossibly warm.
Lord Eddard had tried to play the father from time to time, but to Theon he had always remained the man who’d brought blood and fire to Pyke and taken him from his home. As a boy, he had lived in fear of Stark’s stern face and great dark sword.
#look i mean i don’t care how much you like the starks #those battles were fought on the islands #this little boy watched stark men slaughter his family #lay waste to his home #and was snatched away by this man #of course he can’t be loyal to him#of course he will always fear him #and his affections for this family are so deeply rooted in stockholm syndrome and survival instinct and #the human need to be loved #and this is especially interesting when you see him reflecting at dreadfort because #hes been so royally fucked with his whole life #that the thing that brings him comfort is to look back on the people he was terrified of who never really loved him #and idolize them and build them up as this great thing #and blame himself for not being good enough to these people that robbed him of his family and his home#theon greyjoy is so wholly damaged that he attaches his love to anyone and anything #just to have some bright memory to hold onto
I was ironborn. A son… a son of Pyke, of the islands.
“little boys who became what they feared”
what happened to theon greyjoy? was he slain?