[ He tilts his head, stares, searches for a lie. Ramsay is angry, but there’s nothing in those pale eyes to indicate that he’s lying. There had been nothing to indicate Davos was lying either.
Theon is a poor judge of such things, and he wants someone to point him in the right direction, to tell him who’s right and who’s wrong. He can’t do it on his own, though he’ll never admit it. ]
What if Baratheon’s theory isn’t wrong?
[ He hates admitting it, hates even entertaining the idea after calling Stannis a madman, but it’s something better than doubt. ]
Two Westeroses? Two of you? One who made it into Winterfell and one who never did.
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Theon is a poor judge of such things, and he wants someone to point him in the right direction, to tell him who’s right and who’s wrong. He can’t do it on his own, though he’ll never admit it. ]
What if Baratheon’s theory isn’t wrong?
[ He hates admitting it, hates even entertaining the idea after calling Stannis a madman, but it’s something better than doubt. ]
Two Westeroses? Two of you? One who made it into Winterfell and one who never did.