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capitalisthippie:saintmichaelthearchangel-moved:“Be done with me, then,” he urged the king. "Take off my head off and stick it on a spear. I slew Lord Eddard’s sons, I ought to die. But do it quick. He is coming.“ “Who is coming? Bolton?” “Lord Ramsay,” Theon hissed. "The son, not the father. You must not let him take him. Roose… Roose is safe within the walls of Winterfell with his fat new wife. Ramsay is coming.“ “Ramsay Snow, you mean. The Bastard.” “Never call him that!” Spittle sprayed from Theon’s lips. "Ramsay Bolton, not Ramsay Snow, never Snow, never, you have to remember his name, or he will hurt you.“ “He is welcome to try. Whatever name he goes by.”My king is the one true king -- source link