[ Theon understands too well, though part of him wishes he still had the guts to bite anyway. Those teeth may pain him, but they’re jagged and sharp and for a brief and dangerous moment, he risks thinking about what kind of damage they could do if he dared to bite down.
It’s a thought that’s gone as quickly as it comes, though. Fear seizes him again. His clothing would always be to Ramsay’s misliking. He has a wardrobe full of clothes that Theon Greyjoy would wear, but Reek never would. The trouble is, none of it fits the frame of a half-starved man. It was Claire who bought him new clothing, along with Robb Stark’s gloves. ]
This was all I had, my lord.
[ He knows it’s an unacceptable answer, and he lowers his gaze, hoping it will be enough. He can’t be expected to own everything from Westeros. Surely Ramsay is wise enough to know this as well. ]
no subject
It’s a thought that’s gone as quickly as it comes, though. Fear seizes him again. His clothing would always be to Ramsay’s misliking. He has a wardrobe full of clothes that Theon Greyjoy would wear, but Reek never would. The trouble is, none of it fits the frame of a half-starved man. It was Claire who bought him new clothing, along with Robb Stark’s gloves. ]
This was all I had, my lord.
[ He knows it’s an unacceptable answer, and he lowers his gaze, hoping it will be enough. He can’t be expected to own everything from Westeros. Surely Ramsay is wise enough to know this as well. ]
I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking clearly.