Marriage never seemed like an option for Theon. After his father’s humiliation and living as a ward of House Stark, he never really planned on getting married. That was when Ned introduced him to you. His eldest daughter. The both of you had been betrothed, until he had betrayed House Stark when he went to the Iron Islands for his father.

"Just listen to me," He sighed, grabbing your arm. "If you marry me, you'll be safe. I-I can't promise Bran and Rickon's safety, but just listen to me, please."

Theon caressed your cheek, his blue eyes staring into yours. "I can't lose you too." He whispered, his tone sickly sweet.