THEY’RE ALL WEARING BLACK DON’T TOUCH ME
When you play the game of thrones you win or you die. (Inspired by this.)
And Robb. Robb who had been more a brother to Theon than any son born of Balon Greyjoy’s loins.
She wants her son alive, or the men who killed him dead. She wants to feed the crows, like they did at the Red Wedding. Freys and Boltons, aye. We’ll give her those, as many as she likes.