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Theon

           Hewantsmetosleep,yes...tosleepandneverwake.He’dlikethatasmuchasAshawould.

           HesentforKyra,kickedshutthedoor,climbedontopofher,andfuckedthewenchwithafuryhe’dneverknownwasinhim,Bythetimehefinished,shewassobbing,herneckandbreastscoveredwithbruisesandbitemarks.Theonshovedherfromthebedandthrewherablanket."Getout."

           Yeteventhen,hecouldnotsleep.

           Comedawn,hedressedandwentoutside,towalkalongtheouterwalls.Abriskautumnwindwasswirlingthroughthebattlements.Itreddenedhischeeksandstunghiseyes.Hewatchedtheforestgofromgreytogreenbelowhimaslightfilteredthroughthesilenttrees.Onhislefthecouldseetower-topsabovetheinnerwall,theirroofsgildedbytherisingsun.Theredleavesoftheweirwoodwereablazeofflameamongthegreen.NedStark’stree,hethought,andStark’swood,Stark’scastle,Stark’ssword,Stark’sgods.Thisistheirplace,notmine.IamaGreyjoyofPyke,borntopaintakrakenonmyshieldandsailthegreatsaltsea.IshouldhavegonewithAsha.

           Ontheirironspikesatopthegatehouse,theheadswaited.

           Theongazedatthemsilentlywhilethewindtuggedonhiscloakwithsmallghostlyhands

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