[ For all his caution and mistrust, for all his confusion, Theon can’t help but continue to feel protective of Sansa. She was always a sweet, but naive girl, and if she's told him really is the truth, she never deserved any of this. She never deserved a fate like Ramsay. ]
What of Sansa? The same as her brother. She has said nothing.
[ This time, it’s a lie. Sansa has told him plenty. She told him that Roose had legitimized Ramsay, that she’d been married to him, that Petyr Baelish had been the reason it happened at all, that she owed Theon her life. It’s still too much for him to process, and he had refused her the latter, insisting that she owed him nothing.
Perhaps Ramsay can see that lie in his eyes, or hear it in lurking behind the venom his voice, but Theon holds to it with far more strength than he held to his knife. He’s always been a good actor, even when his lies are transparent. ]
She was in King’s Landing when I took Winterfell. Leagues away.
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What of Sansa? The same as her brother. She has said nothing.
[ This time, it’s a lie. Sansa has told him plenty. She told him that Roose had legitimized Ramsay, that she’d been married to him, that Petyr Baelish had been the reason it happened at all, that she owed Theon her life. It’s still too much for him to process, and he had refused her the latter, insisting that she owed him nothing.
Perhaps Ramsay can see that lie in his eyes, or hear it in lurking behind the venom his voice, but Theon holds to it with far more strength than he held to his knife. He’s always been a good actor, even when his lies are transparent. ]
She was in King’s Landing when I took Winterfell. Leagues away.