“Gods help you, Theon Greyjoy. Now you are truly lost.”
“You have to know your name,” he’d told his sister. “You… you told me you were Esgred, but that was a lie. Your name is Asha.” “It is,” his sister had said, so softly that he was afraid that she might cry.”
We took you right from
your mother’s womb
our temple, your tomb.