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Summary : He had never really been a Stark. But he had just learnt from his father that wasn't truly a Greyjoy either. Then, what was he?
Author's note :English isn't my first language, it's French. If you spot any mistakes or weirdness, please feel free to notify me ! This is also a translation from a OS I wrote five years ago.
This story is part of the writing month challenge from TheWritter1996: Write a one-shot per day and share it for an entire month. For more challenge, I decided to go one different fandom per day.
Midwater
Theon was looking at his letter, destined to Robb, warning him of his father's refusal to support him and his plans for invading the North. Reading it again, the prince wondered who he was.
' What a stupid question! I'm Theon Greyjoy, the only surviving son of Balon Greyjoy, king of the Iron Islands! ' He thought
Despite this, he still doubted.
He was an ironborn. The sea was in him like the Greyjoys blood ran in his veins. His loyalty was in his people. Yet, his first reaction after hearing of his father's plans to invade the North, invasion planned during Robb's absence, was to write to the young and new Lord of Winterfell.
Who was he?
His father almost denied him, rejected him, while he came back ten years after being handed over the Starks because of the failure of his family's rebellion.
In the North, h was seen as Eddard Stark's ward, but he was mostly seen as a stranger, the son of Balon Greyjoy, an ironborn.
At Pyke, his father made him understand that for his people, and even worse, for him, he had become a Stark, unworthy of the Iron Islands, prefering his sister Asha, who was acting like a true Greyjoy daughter.
It did not matter where he was.
In Pyke or in Winterfell, he was seen as a foreigner.
Despite the blood running through his being when he was in Pyke.
Depsite the friendship he had for Robb when he lived in the North.
He was stuck between two identities.
It hurt.
Who was he?
What was he for the rest of the world?
He had to choose.
And both options were to be painful.
Yet, in the end, all he desired, all he ever needed, it was a place where he would be welcomed sincerely, a warm place, it was a bit of acknowledgment.
And betrayal seemed to be such a heavy price for a so little benefit.
The End