Callista.

I don’t sleep that night.

I don’t cry either. Although the sadness in my heart, mixed with anger, indignation, and desperation combined is the size of the sun, and just as hot, I don’t cry. My eyes remain dry as I listen to the soft breaths of other maids, nothing pulling the lids of my eyes down and dragging me into a slumber.

How can I sleep, when I know this is the last night I will be spending here?

In the perfect world, I would be sleeping by Theon’s side, bearing his ...