"I'll be back, don't worry." Theon knew Robb had trusted him with this mission. A simple task really. All he needed to do was go home, and ask for help. How easy a task Theon had made it in his own head. To prove Catelyn Stark wrong. That he could be trusted. That he loved her son. Would do anything for Robb. His best kept secret. He always did like Redheads. Ros had been a distraction when Robb couldn't sneak away. It was hard enough sneaking her in. A whore in his bed could easily be explained away. Robb Stark in his bed however… Well, that was another thing entirely.
Just like this mission had been another thing. Plans had been made, and yet like everything in the young wards life, something had been said to screw it all up.
Theon sighed as he remembered the reunion with his father.
"Iron or Gold," Balon Greyjoy had asked him. "Stark or Greyjoy?"
"An Alliance…" Theon had replied. That would be easier than making a choice. That would ensure that the heir to Pyke could skate around his answer. Let the sea wash his secret away. Instead the proposal had been met with flames. Burned to ash without even a passing glance. He hadn't even broken the the seal. He watched as the wax melted in the flames. And it wouldn't be the first time he'd watched something melt.
Sneaking into each others rooms at night under the pretense of studying. In all reality, the only thing they had ever really studied on those nights was each other. Studies of sweat, and stolen kisses. And promises that couldn't be kept.
"A wolf in sheeps clothing," Robb would playfully mutter in his ear. (More like lack of clothing) Kraken jokes never really worked in those types of situations and when they were made, it usually just resulted in fits of laughter. Laughter, kisses, and fucking.
Theon couldn't help but wonder if maybe somehow his father knew. He seemed pretty ashamed of him as it were. The Starks and Greyjoys had a history. Wars lost, brothers lost, and yet, here he was. Trying to fix things.
"Instead I've made a mess of it all!" Theon slammed his fist down on the desk. He would need a good cover up. How could he earn his fathers trust? He swallowed. He'd known the answer for days now.
A false betrayal. But how would Robb possibly understand? How could he possibly be convincing, and still take Winterfell?
He'd been the first to bend the knee. Rose up, and declared his loyalty to Robb Stark. The King in The North.
He'd watched Greywind attack someone who dared question him. Had bitten a mans fingers clean off! What would that wolf do to him? What would Robb do to him?
A smirk suddenly spread across his face, as he picked up a pen. He'd write to Robb, all the while thinking of all the things The King in The North could possibly do to him.