The old gods, he thought. They know me. They know my name. I was Theon of House Greyjoy. I was a ward of Eddard Stark, a friend and brother to his children. “Please.” He fell to his knees. “A sword, that’s all I ask. Let me die as Theon, not as Reek.” Tears tricked down his cheeks, impossibly warm.

Bear Island knows no king but the K i n g in the N o r t h, whose name is STARK

Julie Delpy photographed by Lyu Hanabusa, 1996.

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untitled by Sid Black on Flickr.