“I prepare for the noble war. I’m calm, I know the secret. I know what’s coming and I know no one can stop me, including myself.”

His fur was white, where the rest of the litter was grey. His eyes were as red as the blood of the ragged man who had died that morning. Bran thought it curious that this pup alone would have opened his eyes while the others were still blind. “An albino,” Theon Greyjoy said with wry amusement. “This one will die even faster than the others.” Jon Snow gave his father’s ward a long, chilling look. “I think not, Greyjoy,” he said. This one belongs to me.

“Is that how you see me?”

“And rugby… Rugby isn’t helping, and actually, I hate it. And I, I hate the bullshit… the bullshit, the nonsense, and Rider, I fucking hate Rider, And I hate…”

Chris, what’s wrong?