"Aye, it's me." Fuck! How did a Stark have a dragon?! "Tell me, oh, self-proclaimed Prince of Winterfell, did you feel mighty when you joined the pirates in reaving and raping across the lands that took you and raised you as your own? Did you enjoy sacking the Keep of a man that raised you as his son?" Theon remained silent and lowered his head even more than usual. "No, I see that the Bolton bastard has finally beaten the arrogance out of you, and your eyes are finally filled with regret. Yet that doesn't change what you did. Rickon, Bran, and quite possibly Robb are dead because of you. Yet you helped my sweet sister escape from her terrible prison in her darkest hour when nobody else would. For that, I will show you one mercy; you can choose how you go."