Theon Greyjoy

(choir singing)

I'll do anything, please!

Any last words, old man?

lt grieves me you've less honor than a back alley whore.

He's not. He's dead.

I see you've finally learned how to address your betters.

I've yielded Winterfell to Prince Theon.

I'll make you a Lord of the Iron Islands for this.

Aye, we know you for a steaming sack of shit.

Among them, but not one of them.

Your sister's waiting for you.

They died fighting Stark men, men like you.

I was his hostage, taken from my home.

BRAN: Theon, please don't. Do something!

You don't give commands anymore, little lord.

Ser Rodrik, it grieves me that we meet as foes.

You said no harm would come. Theon, please.

BRAN: (SOBBlNG) I'm begging you. RODRlK: Coward.

My father has donned the ancient crown of Salt and Rock

I'm the one who took you. What of it?

(CROWD MURMURlNG)

They'll never respect you while he lives.

You were raised here under this roof.

You were here the day l was taken.

Lord Stark raised you among his own sons.