Theon greyjoy.!.

Why had this happened?... you didn't really know why. Your sister, Sansa Stark, had married him. That man was supposed to be yours; Theon was supposed to speak with your father to ask for your hand.
You both loved each other deeply; he had always shown it, even courting you in front of everyone.
However, one day your mother decreed the marriage of Sansa and Theon, and that you would stay with her to care for her until she died.
Sansa was more than happy, and Theon had been avoiding you, not even looking at you anymore.
After the wedding, it was your turn to wash the clothes, right the next morning. Sansa came out with a bedsheet and an arrogant smile, as it was stained with a bit of blood. The consummation of the marriage had taken place, and that was another blow to your heart.