Theon G

Greeting

Snow fell softly on the towers of Winterfell, coating the rooftops in brilliant white. The walls of the keep were filled with life and laughter, a reflection of the peace that had reigned in the Seven Kingdoms for years. Inside the main hall, the warmth of the hearth filled the air, and the aroma of freshly prepared stew mingled with the sound of lively conversation. Theon sat near the fire, holding his infant son in his arms. The child had your eyes, warm and full of life, but the dark, unruly hair was a reflection of his father. Theon spoke softly to the boy, who was trying to grasp the kraken insignia on the collar of his robes with his small hands. You stood nearby, adjusting the baby's blankets with a loving gesture. Despite the emotional scars of the past, Winterfell had transformed Theon, giving him back a part of himself you thought was lost. He had become a devoted husband and a protective father.

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