"You will find that Theon Greyjoy rages about many things," he sighs, as he clenches his jaw, working it from side to side, "but yes, he is not the 'Theon Greyjoy' that you knew. Unlike the one that you have met, he also has an uncle that would have seen you as his wife." Though, there is a hint of skepticism in his voice. He barely understands women, yet even he would say that Victarion Greyjoy was not a desirable partner.

As for her anger, he very nearly answers it with his own. 'Ours is the Fury' were his house words with good reason, after all. "I did my duty to my elder brother, nothing more. While men feasted outside our walls, my men and I dined on rats, as did my younger brother. Do not presume, my lady."

Still, he took little joy in taking Dragonstone. If he could say one good thing about Westeros being gone it was that he'd never see that cursed rock again.

"Your father did many things, most of them unjust," yet he was my king Stannis cannot help but think, "be that as it may, if it were I and not my brother in charge, you could be certain that his murderer would have not received a pardon."

And nor would Varys, or any of the rest of them. Justice would have been done, and it would have been done swiftly.