Jayen looked at Theon, the boy was older than her but she could tell he was lost. After all, Winterfell was huge and it was easy to get lost.
The six-year-old grabbed the Ironborn's hand lacing his finger with her own, Theon glared at her but didn't pull his hand away from hers.
So hand in hand she lead him outside, through the twisting hallways of the stronghold. Years later she takes that same hand before he left with her brother to war.
Theon screamed in his sleep waking up the dark haired woman beside him, Jayen moved to take his face in her hands.
"You're safe Theon. We're not with him anymore, we're on the wall far from Winterfell."
She felt his hand slink around her waist she felt the spaces were his fingers were missing and felt like crying herself,
but she knew she needed to be strong as she curled around Theon wishing to protect him from his dreams.
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