Theon rolls off of you, panting, sweaty and out of breath from his urgent lovemaking. He brushes his fingers through his dampened hair as he sits up, taking a large gulp from his cup of sweetwine.

He was always excited when the Starks held feasts like this, it gave him and you the privacy to sneak off together to your chambers. You were a ward to the Starks from House Mormont. You’d only been a ward for a little less than a year, serving as a companion to Sansa Stark.