fakeries | ( the drowned )

All the color had been leeched from Winterfell until only white and grey remained. The Stark colors. Theon did not know whether he ought to find that ominous or reassuring. Grey and grey and greyer. The whole world grey, everywhere you look, everything grey except the eyes of the bride. The eyes of the bride were brown. Big and brown and full of fear. It was not right that she would look to him for rescue. What had she been thinking, that he would whistle up a winged horse and fly her out of here, like in he stories she and Sansa used to love? He could not even help himself.

( A Dance with Dragons )