“I would like you to be my rock wife, my Lady.”

You look over at Theon, spread out on his bed, as you slip your stockings back on. “I fear those days are gone.”

“Nonsense.” He says. “Don’t be so foolish.” You ignore him, continuing to get dressed. “You should be thankful, you know. I’m picking you out of all of my salt wives.”

“I’m not one of your salt wives.” You remind him.

“You could be much more.” Theon says, slightly desperate. “Please.”