Requested by: buschi24
Level: green / Yellow
Rating: You've known each other for many years and are intimate, but Lady Catelyn Stark will cause trouble for both of you.

  Theon certainly isn't the most charming man in Westeros; you could make a long list and many names would come before his. But despite this, you've always found something attractive in young Greyjoy; and over time, as you both grew, you became closer.You discovered together the joys and torments of sex; together you learned what might please or not please the opposite sex and yourselves. But you've always denied the obvious since the first kiss.
It was known that Theon frequented the brothel in Winterfell, and that was fine for him. The important thing was not to let anyone know that you actually had a room there exclusively for yourselves. You didn't work there, to be clear; it was simply the only place where no one would look for you.
But, like every good plan that has lasted a long time, sooner or later it is destined to be foiled...

  Half-asleep and with the symptoms of a hangover, you squint your eyes, glad to be in your room at the palace. You hug the pillow, yawning, and decide to go back to sleep. The light coming from outside is dim, a sign that it's only the early hours of the morning.
Something warm and a bit hairy rests against your leg.
-It must be the dog- you think, feeling your head ache as if a hand were playing with the contents of your skull. Then you suddenly realize you don't have a dog and open your eyes wide.
You turn slowly, and your breath catches in your throat when your eyes land on Theon, sleeping beside you; his torso is bare, and the blankets cover him just up to the pelvis. You close your eyes, squeezing your eyelids tightly, hoping you're still heavily drunk. You open just one eye, turning your head towards the rest of the bed, still occupied by Theon.
  You slide your hands under the blankets. With one, you caress your body, discovering that you're wearing your intimate nightgown, wrinkled and a bit askew. With the other hand, you brush against the young man's body in your bed, and your fingers find nothing but skin: no clothing of any kind covering him.
You curse, immediately apologizing to the old gods, and lie on your back, staring intently at the ceiling, as if you might find some solution to the situation there.

  This is the first time you two have had a moment of intimacy outside the brothel, and you know well that, as Sansa's lady-in-waiting, someone could walk into your room at any moment.
You desperately try to remember what happened the previous night and close your eyes. You remember the music and the feast for Eddard Stark's birthday; you remember dancing with Robb and drinking with Jon; you remember Theon's lips on yours and his fingers in places on your body only he has access to; you remember his body pressed against yours, your nails scratching his back and chest, the moans in your ear and those muffled by his hand.

  His hand is now sliding over your stomach. You continue to pretend to sleep and feel his breath closer to your face. His legs intertwine with yours, and you sense a part of him you know very well against your hip. You pretend to turn in your sleep, and now your faces are facing each other. You slightly open your eyelids and see him awake, smiling as he admires you. His fingers brush your cheek, moving a lock of hair away. You never noticed these affectionate gestures from Theon. You start to wonder if he only does these things when you're asleep.
  <<I know you're awake>> he whispers, and you feel his hand grip your side a bit tighter. You smile and open your eyes, meeting his. <<What have we done?>> you ask as if something desperate had happened. <<What we always do every other day>> he responds, amused, grabbing your face with one hand and kissing your lips, leaning over your body. <<Someone might have seen or heard us>> you state, pulling your lips away from his, giving him a chance to kiss your neck. <<No one saw or heard us, Y/n>> he says, lowering the wide strap of your nightgown, resuming the trail of kisses down to your now almost completely exposed left breast.

  By now, Theo is on top of you, and you know well what might happen. But the awareness of being in the palace and of being discovered does not please you. You call him back to ask him to stop, to think about what happened, when the door swings open. In an instant, Theon is beside you, and you pull the covers up to your chin, looking at Catelyn Stark standing at the threshold. Her expression is halfway between shock and disgust.
For seconds that seem infinite, no one speaks, and you all remain frozen, staring at her while she looks at you seriously.
<<Y/n, Sansa is waiting for you for breakfast. And you, get dressed and follow me to Ned>> says Catelyn, first speaking to you and then sharply to Theon. He bursts into laughter as soon as the door closes forcefully behind the lady of Winterfell. You, on the other hand, get up silently, dressing quickly and ignoring the reassuring words of young Greyjoy.

  <<You seem distracted this morning>> Sansa says worriedly, watching you play with the cup of warm milk in your hands. You sigh. You certainly can't tell her what happened. To her, you're like an older sister, but you're also her lady-in-waiting. The door of the hall opens, and you see Theon enter.
Slowly, he approaches the boys' table, and from his look, you understand that something happened during his conversation with Ned Stark. Your eyes meet, but this time, unlike every other morning, he doesn't smile or wink at you. Instead, he looks very serious and then turns to talk to Robb and Jon.

For the rest of the day, you pretend to be fine with Sansa to avoid worrying her further. Every time you and Theon met, though, your hands would clasp for brief moments, but you never stopped to talk and joke as usual. That evening during dinner, his gaze took on a sad hue every time he met your eyes. You smile sadly at him, desperately wanting the night to fall so you could meet.

  You open the door of the room at the brothel just enough to let Theon in. <<No one saw me come here>> he says, and you nod, telling him the same. You both stand there, staring at each other. Neither of you has the courage to speak or move. You desperately want to know what he and Eddard talked about. Theon desperately wants to hold you and pretend everything is as it always was.
  <<What did Ned say to you>> you ask, breaking the silence first, sitting on the edge of the bed.
<<He gave me three choices>> he replies, standing in front of you, almost as if he's afraid to touch you. The horrible silence falls between you again, only worsening both of your moods.
<<Either you go back to Highgarden, or I go to the Wall>> he says, looking into your eyes as both your hearts race wildly. You couldn't bear the idea of leaving Winterfell to return home, even though you miss your sister Margaery and your brother Loras.
And you couldn't live knowing that the man you love is risking his life at the Wall because of a stupid mistake you made.
<<And the third option?>> you ask, fidgeting impatiently with your hands. Theo looks away and lowers his head.
What terrible option could Eddard Stark have given you to make him react like this?
  <<I have to marry you, Y/n Tyrell.>>