Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

The kraken's little wolf - Part 2 - Theon x Reader

(Y/n) looked out of the window. Watching over Jon's men. She had no idea how her life had got to this point. No idea why the gods could hate her family, hate her so much. The last thing that she was sure she could remember, was that she was young and happy. She was surrounded by her family. All the people she loved. She had even had...........even had Theon. Yet now, now her mother and older brother had been murdered by cowards. Her father killed as a traitor. She had no knowledge of what had happened to Arya. What would happen to Bran and Rickon. Jon and Sansa the only things she could cling to now.

When Sansa had made it to the Wall with Theon in tow, (Y/n) hadn't been able to believe her eyes. Didn't want to believe her eyes. He wasn't what she remembered. From the little she had seen, before Jon had his men usher her away, (Y/n) could tell that he was no longer that brash, boastful, arrogant and vain young man that she had loved as a child. No longer the little wolf's kraken. Instead, he looked meeker. Not as proud as he had once been. As if life had been drained from his body. But that didn't mean that she didn't hate him any less. That she wouldn't happily run a sword through him for his treachery. For turning against the family that had loved him. For betraying her. (Y/n) swearing that she would never forgive him for all the blood that was on his hands.

Now that she was of age, she had realised how ridiculous she must have appeared in the eyes of others. How her declarations of wanting to marry the Ironborn prince, must have made her parents think that their youngest daughter had lost her mind. But she knew that she had meant every word. That even from being small, she had loved Theon. That despite how he may have been in front of the others. In front of Robb and Jon, when it had just been he and her, he was so different. He had been kind and sweet. Attentive, as he would listen to her go on and on about something that she had seen, that she found highly interesting. How he would sit and watch her play for hours. How he had taught her to ride. To shoot with a bow. To hold a sword, despite her mother's protests. Yet now, now none of that meant anything. Theon meant nothing.

Sansa had already been to speak with her. (Y/n) unable to stop herself from crying, as she had been held in her oldest sister's arms. The little wolf sure that she somehow smelt the same way as their mother always did. (Y/n) sobbing as she realised that never again would she feel the embrace of their mother. Sansa doing her best to calm her, as the two sisters had just stood in the middle of the room. Holding one another tight, for fear of losing each other again.

Once Sansa had quietened her, the oldest she wolf had tried to tell (Y/n) about how Theon had saved her. How he had helped her escape from the clutches of Ramsay Bolton. How he had helped her get to Castle Black. She had told her about what Ramsay had done to Theon. How he had tortured him. How he had..........how he had changed him. How he had made him become a character that Ramsay had called Reek. The older Stark shocked when (Y/n) had declared angrily that she didn't care about what had been done to Theon. That he deserved everything that had happened to him. That Ramsay should have done more. (Y/n) not sure whether she meant it or not. Whether she did care or not. Her heart broken, shattered into a thousand fragments by the young man that had once told her that he would always protect her. Sansa eventually leaving her, but saying that she should perhaps talk to Theon before she made up her mind completely.

"(Y/n)." A soft voice came. The little wolf turning to see Jon enter the room. Jon smiling, as she rushed over and wrapped her arms around him, just as she would when she was a child.

"He has asked to see you." Jon continued. His tone now darker, deeper. Menacing, as he spoke of Theon. (Y/n) well aware of the anger that Jon felt towards the Ironborn. The same anger that was so conflicted in her own mind.

"Why would I want to see him. The only reason that I didn't try and kill him for what he did to Robb, to Rodrik. Jack and Billy, is because he helped Sansa. Theon Greyjoy is dead to me." (Y/n) replied, as her hands gripped tighter to his form. Jon sure that she did mean what she said, yet he also knew that despite everything that the kraken had done, deep down, (Y/n) would always be Theon's little wolf. Whether she liked it or not. The Lord Commander remembering how happy (Y/n) had been whenever she was with him. How everything she had ever done and said, was because of, and for, Theon.