Fate of Lady Stark
Theon didn't know how long he laid there for.
His body felt numb, his vision blurry and the world around him seemed to spin constantly. The fall had been short, but the landing painful. Everything hurt and he just laid there, even when the clansmen came down from the Great Keep, they noticed he was still alive, but did nothing.
They just rushed past him.
And he just continued to lay there, even as those who came from the Sept and the Great Hall rushed past him a few moments later.
Perhaps it was right after that, or maybe a little later, Theon didn't know, but he started moving. Slowly, turning onto his front, grasping the muddy ground in shaking fists and just crawling along the ground, dragging himself to safety.
It was as he reached the Guards Hall, that Theon braced himself against it, slowly pushing himself to his feet. But it was also at that moment that he could hear the sound of soldiers shouting too, "open the gates!" He didn't need to look to know that the Greatjon had been defeated and Ramsey was returning.
Even if it weren't Ramsey, Theon knew his fate would be the same either way.
And as he leaned against the wall, groaning out as his ribs protested. He looked to the north, seeing the opening to the First Keep that led to the Broken Tower and the Crypts. Without even a moment's hesitation, Theon pushed off the wall and limped as fast as he could.
He never stopped nor did he look back.
He just kept his gaze locked onto the Crypts where he would hide.
And as he reached the Crypt, he took one look behind him to see no one there before sneaking down into it. However, the moment he entered down he heard shuffling. Panicking, he gripped the handle of his blade, but never shouted, never said anything in fear of alerting the Bolton's and Dustin's to his presence.
It was only when he caught a flash of red a little further down the Crypt as the figure moved further away from him that Theon truly froze in shock. "Lady Stark!" He whispered and then there was a moment of silence before a fingerless hand came from around the corner of a statue. Then Catelyn Stark looked around, her eyes instantly widening in shock before narrowing in anger.
But she never rushed to him and when he instead moved towards her, it was she that cowered away.
However, Theon couldn't say anything.
It was just a brief flash, the light fully illuminating her face and Theon felt his heart drop. The relationship between him and Catelyn had never been good, but it had never been bad either. She had ignored him much as he had ignored her.
Yet the scars and marks upon her once beautiful face were horrifying to behold, and he almost thought it was a trick of the light.
That was until she truly stepped out from around the statue of the Stark ancestor and into the light and Theon felt the words, he had been about to speak get stuck in his throat. 'My God, what have they done to you?'
The once beautiful face of Catelyn truly was disfigured beyond belief. Numerous deep cuts revealed the bone of her cheeks. The left side of her mouth was fully split open as revealing teeth and gums. Her nose was missing, and one eye was gone leaving only a black hole where it once was. Clumps of her red hair almost as if torn out were gone as were her fingers.
Theon breathed heavily, in fear of what he was beholding.
"Theon." She hissed, her voice whistling as a result of the opening in her mouth. "Traitor!"
And as she moved towards him, Theon moved away in fear. The visage of Catelyn's disfigured face scrunching up was horrifying and his feet tripped over themselves in his attempt to move away.
As he lay on the ground, groaning in pain, Catelyn came upon him. "Kill me!"
"W-w-what?" He stuttered out in fear as the stubs that were once her fingers trailed along his cheeks.
"Kill me!" She hissed once more. "I can't have this child!"
Theon's already wide eyes opened wider, his gaze flickering down to her stomach and no longer distracted by her disfigurement, he noticed a noticeable bulge in her stomach. And as he did, his breath got caught in his throat once more.
"What's wrong, traitor! You had no problem betraying my son! No problem invading the North and killing countless men, women and children!" Catelyn snarled. "You had no problem defeating Lord Umber and the bastard! So, kill me!"
Theon eventually found his voice. "I-I can't. I promised myself I'd get you, Bran and Rickon out of here, back to Robb."
Catelyn laughed shortly, it was a broken sound, lacking everything that could be considered a laugh, but there was no denying what it was meant to be. "Don't tell me you believe you're doing this for Robb?" She mocked. "You have always been selfish, and this is no different. You betrayed Robb for yourself and now you betray your family for yourself."
Theon said nothing, just watching as Catelyn with her fingerless hands, squeezed her palms together, trapping the hand that was holding his dagger. He didn't do anything, just allowed her palms to guide his hand to his stomach.
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