Theon takes in the fresh salt air on the deck of the merchant ship he’s on to get back to his home, finally after all these years. The closer he gets to Pyke, the more ironborn he feels. The more he feels he can take what’s his, like a true Greyjoy.

He goes back down to the quarters he’s been given and in his bed is the captain’s daughter who he’s been bedding since the voyage started nearly a week ago. She lays there, naked, still asleep. Likely exhausted from the previous night. He chuckles.