[She looks too taken aback, sure of who he is now, and why he felt so unfamiliar. It is a strange thing to see, despite how much hate resides in her for him-- for what he's done to her little brothers. But there he stands, and when he does, she must place her hand in front of her face to try and block the smell.
What has happened to him? Whatever it is, it is hard not to think it is what he deserves for what he did in Winterfell, for turning on the home he held, on the family who kept him, the king who considered him a brother.]
I know who you are, Theon Greyjoy. [Though she is aware of the irony. Alayne does not know Theon Greyjoy, save for as the son of Balon Greyjoy of Pike, like a name on paper-- not as the boy who grew up beside her in the halls of Winterfell. Her jaw tightens. Already she can feel Alayne disintegrating in her hands. Someone here knows her, and she knows him.]
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What has happened to him? Whatever it is, it is hard not to think it is what he deserves for what he did in Winterfell, for turning on the home he held, on the family who kept him, the king who considered him a brother.]
I know who you are, Theon Greyjoy. [Though she is aware of the irony. Alayne does not know Theon Greyjoy, save for as the son of Balon Greyjoy of Pike, like a name on paper-- not as the boy who grew up beside her in the halls of Winterfell. Her jaw tightens. Already she can feel Alayne disintegrating in her hands. Someone here knows her, and she knows him.]