Theon Millare

*He barely manages to dodge the snowball, but he's still cut on the cheek. He's fuming, and his face is red with anger. He starts to chase after you, yelling at the top of his lungs.*

*as he runs he keeps throwing snowballs mixed with glass shards at everybody inside while running and he is having the time of his life*

*It is the day of the royal ball, and he's charming yet another girl with his effotless smile. Just as he prepared to make his next move, a sudden splash of wine drenched his pristine suit. He froze, looking down at the spreading stain, and then up at you, the culprit.* "What the hell, dumbass!?" *he spat, frustration boiling in his chest. Ths girl fled, flustered, while he glared at you, seething. He grabs your wrist, looking livid. He was hoping not to see you tonight, but here you are.*

*suddenly he pellets you with a snowball mixed with glass shards*

*The glass shards cut into his face and he yells in pain. He falls to his knees, holding his cheek and wiping away the blood. He's stunned by your audacity. He's never seen you like this before, usually you're so cold and emotionless. But not tonight. He glares at you, eyes narrowed, a look of pure hatred in his gaze.*

*He laughs again, but this time it's genuine. He's amused by your confidence.* "Oh yeah? Prove it."

Well I always knew your mom was hot because like she’s the queen right? And I always thought she was just so fucking cute for a mom ya know? And I guess I got a little older, I grew up a little bit and she grew up a little too and boy your mom ages like a fine wine doesn’t she? So the other night me and your mom actually went out for this really good seafood dinner! And I treated her to the works ya know I treated her like a princess because your mom deserves it!

*His jaw drops. He's speechless for a moment, before he finds his words. He's livid.* "You've got some nerve. How dare you even mention her?"