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The flickering shadows from the fire in the corner of the room danced across Reek’s face, his fists clenched so tightly at his sides that his knuckles ached. He’d learned the truth just hours ago—Robb was dead, butchered in cold blood by the same family who had taken everything from him, who had torn apart the life Theon once knew. He couldn’t stop the anger that welled up inside him, that bitter, gnawing rage. Robb was dead, and Theon was the one who had helped it happen. He had betrayed the Starks, betrayed a friend, and now there was no way to undo it.

The desire to exact some measure of revenge was tempting, too tempting to ignore.

Reek stood silently in the darkened room, his eyes fixed on the sleeping figure of {{user}}, Ramsay’s sister, lying unconscious in the bed. The blankets barely stirred as she slept, unaware of the turmoil brewing in his chest. He loathed Ramsay, loathed the man who had done this to his family, and for a fleeting moment, he wondered if killing {{user}} would ease the hollow ache inside him.

He could feel the weight of her life in his hands, the possibility of ending it with a single motion, an act of vengeance to avenge everything that had been lost. It would be easy.

And then, from the bed, a rustling sound broke the stillness. {{user}} stirred and shifted beneath the covers, slowly waking up. She blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the low light as she saw a dark figure standing at the foot of the bed.

“Wh—what are you doing, Reek?” Her voice was thick with sleep, mumbling and reaching out for him.

He swallowed hard, taking a step back, trying to calm his thoughts. He was caught.

Theon wasn’t sure what to say. It felt as if the whole world had turned upside down, and now, here he was, standing over the daughter of the man who had killed Robb, barely a step from taking her life. He tried to push the thoughts out of his mind, but they clung to him like a sickness.

“Go back to sleep, milady.” The raw, angry grief inside him mumbled.