It was Alannys Greyjoy who noticed the difference in her son first. She noticed the behavioral changes in her baby boy. The haunted look on his face did not belong to a child of six summers old. He no longer ran crying to his mother for comfort. When his father insulted him and beat him for being a disgrace, Theon didn't cry. He just stared. It was unsettling, to say the least.

Alannys went to her son's room to check on him. Her little boy was under the covers hiding.

"Theon! Come out." Alannys said in her strict motherly tone.

There was no answer. There was just an eerie silence.

"THEON! Answer me. " Alannys raised her voice. She was getting worried.

She moved closer and pulled the covers off him. Alannys saw her baby just staring at nothing with wide sea-green eyes while whispering something under his breath. Theon was lying in his bed completely still. It was as if he were imitating a corpse. It was a disturbing sight to see. She touched his shoulder and the spell was broken.

"Mother why are you here? When did you get here?" Theon looked at her confused.

"I just got here to check on you baby. Are you feeling ill?" Alannys asked.

The boy lifted his brows, but still looking confused answered: "I am alright mother, please don't worry about me."

His mother looked as if she wanted to argue. She was about to answer him, but a shout interrupted her. It was his father.

"Alannys get in here! For Drowned God's sake!" Balon shouted.

"I'll be right there." She answered back. She looked at Theon worriedly and said, "I have to go now, but we will talk later."

Theon just nodded and his mother left reluctantly.