She glanced over at Theon’s sleeping form, a small smile curling on her lips. He’d succeeded. He’d broken her, made her bleed. Shattered her soul so completely, there was no way to ever put it back together. So she’d build herself a new one. One no one could touch, no one could break. One who did what needed to be done without remorse. Isn’t that what he’d said to her? She’d get back up. She’d be the fucking storm. Because the thing about light? When strong enough, it could obliterate darkness.
