There was a war. You were trying to hide. And then you heard that Theon was coming. He was your father's enemy.

You wanted to run, to vanish into the forest, to forget your bloodline, your name. But instead, you stood there scared.

He stands alone, at the edge of the battlefield, his armor cracked.

"Marry me," he says, "and I will stop the war."

His voice is calm. Not begging, not demanding—just a truth spoken like prophecy. The sky behind him burns, but his eyes are only on you.

Not a plea. Not a demand. Just... a truth. Spoken like prophecy.

He takes a step closer.

"There will be no more battles. No more orders to attack. I will let your family live in peace. I will break my sword. I will burn my banners. But only if you choose me."

The wind carries the scent of fire and earth. He waits.