#ircnreaver

me and @ircnreaver do not have an entire plot based on Ashara actually  getting married to Balon Greyjoy and The Iron Islands joining Dorne to avenge the murdered princess Elia. -- Ashara casting out her almost submissive personality to a more active role and embracing Balon’s culture.

❝ Does this mean you didn’t like the gift   I sent? How very disappointing. ❞

out . i hate them with a passion tbqh

“We are both very lucky I did not marry you for your poetry...” 

       the question itself is offensive,        the blonde woman he had once called ( mother ) had been the woman that had shaped his life, the idea that the young knight would be anything but unwaveringly loyal to her was an attempt to bait him into something he was sure... yet he stayed paused, a simple raise of his brow at the statement from lord balon.                 “ i more than your own sons, love and care for her now, you have my assurances, on the name of house harlaw that we take care of our own. alannys would need not want for anything, she would always have what she needed and desired except your own presence m’lord. ” his words are simple and structured. unlike the hand that’s found its way behind him, to hide the clenched fist from the grand house of the iron islands. of course harras would take care of her. who was the one that brought her gifts every time he went away raiding ? who was the one who visited in in that godforsaken tower they kept her locked up in ? it was the harlaws whom had kept up wtih her, rodrik the reader visited his sister in that tower more than anyone else, harras was a close second he was sure... he had never seen a greyjoy there other than asha. but then again, it wasn’t as if harras lived on isle harlaw, he was master of grey garden after all. 

    ( he shakes his head softly ) ——- trying to think a little more clearly.    “ if you were too     busy      to notice my king, it was our preists here on the iron islands not some fake faith that i am ( ser ) to. the drowned god is my only religion. ” part of that was a lie, his mother had in fact taught him the faith of the seven. and in rather dire circumstances, harras often found himself doubting his own faith, and praying to hers as well because he had not done so once…. and his only friend had died in his arms.                  “ i am no traitor. ”

A brow quirks in borderline amusement, or perhaps more a sense of knowing that this gesture is not one to be taken seriously, before returning with a nod of her features in equal display of mocking, however much hidden by sincerity. “Dare I ask what brings you here?”

Starfall, the home of house Dayne whose proud Tower stays tall like a beacon toward the sky. The Torrentine  in which the castle was built near the river’s mouth, the waters flowed through the  island toward the red mountains, the castle of blackmont  and ended in the summer sea. Today was a special day, all men not pledged to a woman have been summoned, for the daughter of Starfall finally will choose a betrothed or so was the gossip. In reality the girl has been extending her maiden status for far too long, turning away great matches with a easy smile. The eldest among the siblings have decided that it has been enough of her  childish tantrums and she should be by now a lovely mother with a husband a house for her own. Easy to say for him, he’s lord of the house, well married and with a child on the way Allem forgets that even in Dorne sometimes men are a little bit more privilege than the women. Imagine if she is to be married with someone outside of their borders? what would her fate be? And so the ceremony of courtship became a challenge harder than the just of well experienced knights  One suitor after the other started to fail and Ashara soon saw herself free of the chains of marriage,she even found the task amusing enough to drink and laugh and gossip with her hand maidens, who will whisper at her side and comment on the futile attempts of trying to win her hand. Of course she was not foolish lad, not easy prey, her plan was well developed and with Allem’s blessings of course, he could not say no to his dearest young sister. Even Arthur laughed at the weak resistance, because if Ashara made her eyelashes flutter everyone falls to her charms.  Days, became weeks, weeks became months and her plan has not been yet discovered and neither has been solved her ‘simple’ test. After 3 moons have passed the young lady was tired and bored and wished nothing but the end of this torture. All the men in the room have failed, except one a new comer from far away lands. And Island too and she gave just a lazy glance as Allem welcomed the new visitor, she instead said nothing and let the man speak and introduce himself.