The walls of Winterfell were behind him, but Ser Rodrik faced them squarely and could not fail

 The walls of Winterfell were behind him, but Ser Rodrik faced them squarely and could not fail to see. Theon watched his face. When his chin quivered under those stiff white whiskers, he knew just what the old man was seeing. 

He is not surprised,he thought with sadness, but the fear is there.

 "This is craven,“ Ser Rodrik said. "To use a child so … this is despicable.”

 "Oh, I know,“ said Theon. "It’s a dish I tasted myself, or have you forgotten? I was ten when I was taken from my father’s house, to make certain he would raise no more rebellions.”

 "It is not the same!“

Theon’s face was impassive. "The noose I wore was not made of hempen rope, that’s true enough, but I felt it all the same. And it chafed, Ser Rodrik. It chafed me raw.” He had never quite realized that until now, but as the words came spilling out he saw the truth of them.

 So I wanted to make something for Theon month. The first prompt was ‘favorite quote’ which, I have so many about Theon…

 but I chose this one particularly because I feel it’s underappreciated and I had never drawn it before, so.