Much to Adaira's surprise, Cassia was in her room, poring over papers that were spread across her desk. After a light knock on the open doorframe, the older girl spun surprised in her seat.

"Oh. It's just you. Come in," she said, her demeanor still stiff toward her younger sister.

"Who were you expecting?" Adaira asked, raising an eyebrow as she crossed the room to her sister's side.

"No one. I just finished my lessons with Lady Catelyn and I wasn't expecting visitors is all," she answered, but the slight blush on her cheeks didn't go unnoticed.

The two girls sat in what usually wouldn't have been uncomfortable silence, but given their rift, it was aching. After enough time had passed, Adaira swallowed her pride and mumbled the two words she had always hated saying.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" Cassia asked flippantly, focusing on the ledgers and documents before her.

"For the other night. For accusing you of not remembering our family," Adaira couldn't make eye contact, twisting the ends of her hair nervously.

"You don't need to be sorry, Daira. You were upset. I understood that," Cassia responded, turning her eyes to the younger girl for the first time since she had entered the room. Her green eyes were glossed over with tears unshed, a rare sight to see.

"And I forgive you. But please, please remember that they were my family too. And I don't understand what you saw, because you won't let me, nor anyone, into that part of your mind. But I lost them all too, and I miss them every day."

"I miss them too. I wonder all the time what our lives would have been like," the younger girl added, looking at the floor, ashamed for what she had said to her sister no matter how much she had meant it at the time.

"We can't do that, little sister. These are our lives now," Cassia said, tipping Adaira's chin back up to look at her. Just as quick as they were there, the tears were gone. "All is forgiven, Daira. You are the only family I have left, and I love you very much."

"I love you too, Cass. And I have missed you a lot these last three days."

"You haven't looked too lonely," the older girl teased, watching the blush creep over her cheeks.

"He is…well, he…I don't even know where to begin."

"A man who leaves you speechless? Someone knight him, he has managed to do the impossible."

"You were right when you said that what we are doing is not appropriate."

"It doesn't matter if it's appropriate or not. You're going to do it anyway, both of us know that," Cassia said with a smile, but when Adaira's face fell, she took her hands into her own. "Little sister, you are nearly a woman grown. It's only natural that you would develop feelings like this. And you couldn't have picked a better man to have them for."

"Have you ever felt like this before, Cass?" the younger sister asked the older, a hopeful, yet lost look on her face as she sought advice.

With a heavy sigh, Cassia was unable to keep the smile from her lips as she stood and crossed the room to her window. In the yard below, Theon and Robb were sparring again. It took more than a little effort to pull her eyes away and glance back at her sister.

"It is my understanding that falling in love is the most wonderful, terrifying feeling in the world," Cassia said quietly. She turned towards her sister with a smile, "Now, tell me everything."

Excitedly, Adaira sat down on her sister's bed and with a wide smile, quickly began to tell her what happened in the past three days.

"Cass—ia," Theon cut off as he saw the girls laughing in her room. He stood awkwardly in the doorway, attempting to find the something to say as Adaira turned a questioning look to her sister.

"Did you find it?" Cassia asked, thinking on her feet.

"Uh, yes," he answered, following her lead.

"Find what?" Adaira questioned.

The elder Devenny bowed her head, shaking it, "I was a fool and left Davian's dagger outside. I couldn't find it all of today."

"That is unlike you," her sister returned.

"I haven't been myself in days," Cassia replied. For a moment, a punch in the stomach reminded her how much she hated lying, but she couldn't explain this to Adaira. Not yet.

Theon added quickly, "I have it in my chamber, when you have a moment."

"Thank you," she replied, watching after him with full green eyes that pulled him to a stop at least temporarily. She came to him shortly after with a glowing smile upon her face.

"So you and your sister have made up, then?" he inferred.

"Yes, finally. It took longer than I hoped."

"You feel better?" he asked and then added, "You must. Your seem much more relaxed now, even without my help."

She blushed as Theon strode towards her, placing his arm just above her shoulder and shutting the door, keeping her between it and him. Cassia's breathing picked up just a notch, which drove a smirk to Theon's face. She hadn't yet been in his chamber, a fact she seemed keenly aware of.

"I shouldn't be here," she said softly.

"No," Theon returned, pressing himself closer to her. Her breath completely caught as she stared into his hazel eyes. "You should."

"We—"

He caught her lower lip in his teeth, pulling at it slowly as she curled her body towards him in response. He cupped her face with his hand, forcing her eyes to slowly rise to his. Theon felt as though he could guide everything now that she was here, staring in such confusion as though needing direction.

He pressed his lips against hers, slowly, smoldering as it built up intensity. She let out a soft moan in his mouth, which encouraged him further. Cassia let him take control for a moment as he pulled her hips towards his and slowly ran a hand up her side as her fingers tugged softly at his hair. It was only as he picked her up, locking her legs around his waist with her back against the door that she seemed to remember herself.

"We need to go to supper," she breathed quickly, putting her hand on his chest for distance.

For a moment, Theon waited, staring into her eyes to make sure she registered her legs wrapped around him, how his hands felt on her waist and high on her leg.

"Theon," she protested as he leaned in for one more kiss. Then, he slowly set her down, watching her reaction as she slid down his body.

"So, now, we have to be the picture of propriety?" he teased, enjoying her embarrassed laugh.

"This is moving too quickly."

Theon raised an eyebrow. On the contrary, he felt this was moving ridiculously slowly. Cassia had barely let his hands touch anything but her waist and side. In three days, he had usually bedded whomever he targeted. For once he held his tongue, though, looking towards Cassia with curious eyes.

"So what do I get for keeping this quiet?"

"My eternal gratitude is not enough?" Cassia asked sweetly as she walked to the mirror to salvage her hair and eliminate any evidence of this run in.

Theon watched her fingers work in odd fascination as she fixed her hair and dress, nothing out of place. She stood, still looking in the mirror in concern, thinking Adaira would somehow know just by looking at her. But, as Theon walked behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, a soft smile came to her lips.

"The only thing people will notice is how beautiful you are," Theon stated, looking into her eyes through the mirror.

Now, Cassia smiled even more.

"They will never think you were in here."

There was a slight sadness to his tone that made Cassia turn around to face him. Her green eyes were wide with concern as she touched his face.

"You realize that if you and Adaira got along, this would be so different. We would not need to sneak so much," she explained.

"Just tell me you're mine, and that's all I need to hear."

"Of course I am," she answered, kissing him softly.

Theon shook off his uneasy feelings in an instant and replaced them with an overconfident smirk, "You should be so lucky, Cassia Devenny."

Cassia furrowed her eyebrows, shaking her head thoughtfully, "No…I think you are the lucky one."

As she swept out of the room, Theon watched her with a growing smile before following.