She wakes in the morning after her wedding far more sore than she has ever been. Her eyes blink slowly before she inhales sharply. No, she doesn't want to wake just now. Let her fall back into her dreams of fine princes, of a land where men are galant and ladies are protected. But she knows it too late, and while she lays in her marriage bed as still as can be, she already knows it too late.

Jeyne is awake. It becomes apparent that Ramsay is not beside her, to that she is relieved of. She is sure she would burst into tears if he were still here. Instead it is a silent stream that flows down her cheeks. She is not sure if it is from the pain of the night before or if it is from realizing just what her life will be like now. This was never supposed to be. But she does not get long to linger on that before she hears an awkward shuffle near the door. Quickly she turns, squinting to see. The morning sun shines brightly, making it hard to see past the window. But she sees the figure, bent and huddled in the shadows.

And her heart sinks further. It is Theon, she knows for sure. She doesn't wish to see him either and quickly turns her back on him, wiping her tears. He's already seen too much.