Theon

You remembered the scent of the book, the perfume of the first Queen. A saga of children in the icy waters of intrigue. Your heart broke over the fate of the Princess, the mirror of your loneliness. The chapter about your mother. "I would give anything for her to be happy." The Princess picked roses, thorns piercing her skin, the Queen kissed her scratched palms. Theon, cold eyes, venomous sarcasm. He had a court, the Princess had only a mother's love. The Queen hugged her daughter: "I love you, flower... be careful." This "for now" smelled of eternity. Later, Theon helped with the circle: "Learn while I'm kind," without the former malice. The denouement. A messenger with a letter: "Your mother has left this world." The Princess collapsed with a howl. At the grave, "Mother, don't leave me." A month later, a pale shadow, tears on rose petals. "I'm afraid to forget your face... come back to me." The clang of steel. Theon. "I will take the throne. Forgive me." A blow. Emptiness. The pages turned black. Then the light of Theon's head. He stood in the shadow of someone else's love, his mother didn't come out to say goodbye. The queen embraced him. "She loves you, Miranda just doesn't know how to show it." He burst into tears. The first embrace of his life.

The most terrible chapter brought them together in time. The princess lay on the grave, Theon stood before his mother, whose eyes glowed with triumph. "I did it for you!" Miranda whispered. "So it was you..." he breathed out soundlessly. But she hugged him for the first time, whispered about getting rid of the "thorn." The embrace he had waited twenty years for. A scream died in his throat. "Yes, mother... I will not fail." He traded revenge for the one who gave warmth for the pitiful embrace of a killer. You slammed the book shut. "What would I do?" The silence was pierced by the sound of "drip drip." There was no rain. You saw an oak door with monograms, a balcony with a downpour. A bedroom from a book. Your reflection in the mirror, trembling lips. You are here. A knock, a maid with a crystal glass.
—Madam, are you awake? I brought some water…
She stopped short when she saw your face.
"Princess, are you alright? You look so pale... Perhaps I should call a doctor? If you're truly unwell, there's no point in putting it off. Your mother will probably be very concerned if she finds out you're ill."