Well you built up a world of magic Because your real life was tragic

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Well you built up a world of magic Because your real life was tragic
Please. A sword, that's all I ask. Let me die as Theon, not as Reek. (insp)
Yes, my captors were so very kind to me. You love reminding me of that. Everyone in this frozen pile of shit has always loved reminding me of that. You know what it’s like to be told how lucky you are to be someone’s prisoner? To be told how much you owe them? THEON GREYJOY, GAME OF THRONES, SEASON 2
Asha Greyjoy
She was lost before she had gone ten yards. Asha could see the beacon fire burning atop the watchtower, a faint orange glow floating in the air. Elsewise the village was gone. She was alone in a white world of snow and silence, plowing through snowdrifts as high as her thighs. "Justin?" she called. There was no answer. Somewhere to her left she heard a horse whicker. The poor thing sounds frightened. Perhaps he knows that he's to be tomorrow's supper. Asha pulled her cloak about her tightly.
She blundered back onto the village green unknowing. The pinewood stakes still stood, charred and scorched but not burned through. The chains about the dead had cooled by now, she saw, but still held the corpses fast in their iron embrace. A raven was perched atop one, pulling at the tatters of burned flesh that clung to its blackened skull. The blowing snow had covered the ashes at the base of the pyre and crept up the dead man's leg as far as his ankle. The old gods mean to bury him, Asha thought. This was no work of theirs.
"Take a good long gander, cunt," the deep voice of Clayton Suggs said, behind her. "You'll look just as pretty once you're roasted. Tell me, can squids scream?"
God of my fathers, if you can hear me in your watery halls beneath the waves, grant me just one small throwing axe. The Drowned God did not answer. He seldom did. That was the trouble with gods.
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There's that horse again. "Do you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"A horse. No, horses. More than one." She turned her head, listening. The snow did queer things to sound. It was hard to know which direction it had come from.
IRON ISLANDS APPRECIATION WEEK DAY SEVEN: Favorite character
Asha Greyjoy did not intend to be taken alive.
Her nose was too big and too sharp for her thin face, but her smile made up for it.
For @eddtollett
THEON GREYJOY Game of Thrones, 2.10
I am a G R E Y J O Y of Pyke.