Sansa Stark woke up on a bed she was home at Winterfell, not really she still had her clothes on they. Didn't take advantage of her body she was grateful for that, suddenly. The door opened Sansa jumped out of her skin a handsome but blood thirsty looking boy. About the same age as herself came into the room with a caricature of one her elder brothers. Not by blood it was Theon he was foul smelling unkempted and dirty. His blue eyes darting around the room then back at the boy in complete fear the looked at Theon.

"Reek put Lady Stark's breakfast on the table are you happy to see your sister?" Theon...