Theon

           Onemomenthewasasleep;thenext,awake.

           Kyranestledagainsthim,onearmdrapedlightlyoverhis,herbreastsbrushinghisback.Hecouldhearherbreathing,softandsteady.Thesheetwastangledaboutthem.Itwastheblackofnight.Thebedchamberwasdarkandstill.

           Whatisit?DidIhearsomething?Someone?

           Windsighedfaintlyagainsttheshutters.Somewhere,faroff,heheardtheyowlofacatinheat.Nothingelse.Sleep,Greyjoy,hetoldhimself.Thecastleisquiet,andyouhaveguardsposted.Atyourdoor,atthegates,onthearmory.

           Hemighthaveputitdowntoabaddream,buthedidnotrememberdreaming.Kyrahadwornhimout.UntilTheonhadsentforher,shehadlivedallofhereighteenyearsinthewintertownwithouteversettingfootinsidethewallsofthecastle.Shecametohimwetandeagerandlitheasaweasel,andtherehadbeenacertainundeniablespicetofuckingacommontavernwenchinLordEddardStark’sownbed.

           ShemurmuredsleepilyasTheonslidoutfromunderherarmandgottohisfeet.Afewembersstillsmolderedinthehearth.Wexsleptontheflooratthefootofthebed,rolledupinsidehiscloakanddeadtotheworld.Nothingmoved.Theoncrossedtothewindowandthrewopentheshutters.Nighttouchedhimwithcoldfingers,andgoosepricklesroseonhisbareskin.Heleanedagainstthestonesillandlookedoutondarktowers,emptyyards,blacksky,andmorestarsthanamancouldevercountifhelivedtobeahundred.

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