Theon wolfed down the shriveled carrots. He should not have been here. He should have been on the battlefield with Robb, not in a cage like a dog.
But who exactly was he, a kraken or a direwolf?
"I've learned humility. House Greyjoy is a dead kraken now, and this man has little value. His sister might even be hoping he dies, just like those dead uncles of his," Ramsay said. "Reek is dead. I'm determined to become the king's loyal servant."
Theon could only keep his tears inside. Euron Crow's Eye, the Drowned God, Iron Kraken-were they all dead? For an unattainable crown.
His foot had been injured when the Ironborn retreated. He had never expected those Ironborn to fall into the hands of House Bolton's army.
Theon had hidden in a mistress's house, only to be discovered by the cunning Flayed Man.
"You can handle presenting the gift. I never expected to find a valuable prisoner in the miller's wife's room. This pretty boy..." Ramsay said disdainfully.
"Must I go north?" Ramsay Snow asked with his fat, wormlike lips. Speaking of the North reminded him of his nightmare, his black nightmare.
"You must," Roose Bolton said.
"Why?" Ramsay asked.
"I've arranged something very good for you," Roose said mysteriously.
"Could it be a marriage?" Ramsay's imagination ran wild. "Will you ask the king for an advantageous marriage for me? You've already found a match in King's Landing. Is it my turn now? Who is it? Arya, a girl from House Manderly, or a widow?"
Roose glanced at his son, his eyes like dirty ice devoid of emotion.
Ramsay could not be certain what his father was thinking either. His father had received the king's rewards and secured another marriage in King's Landing. Ramsay had effectively been left in