Jul 31, 2014
victarion: big angry kraken who is too big and too angry to realize that he is in fact adorable
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victarion: big angry kraken who is too big and too angry to realize that he is in fact adorable
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I'm the princess of the bogs. A proud scion of House Reed. How dare this mangy old pirate and his band of ruffians think that they will just take over and rule here. In all the centuries, only House Reed and the other bog men have ruled the Neck. We are sworn to House Stark. The old kings of Winter. It is time to show this flotsam that has washed upon our shores what real North men and women are all about. Feed me to lizards lions, he says? Ha. I have swam with the majestic beasts since I was a babe. I will FEED him to a lizard lion though! Watch his men turn green and gray and black from my poisoned darts. The arrogant oaf!
VICKY-GREYJOY SAID: FORGOT THE KEYS TO YOUR CASTLE? AGE IS ADLING YOU, OLD BEAR.
You are no spring chicken yourself, you old barnacle. I'm surprised your Drowned God has not laid claim to you. He must have a fondness for moldy algae.
When the Greyjoy fleet was spotted sailing close to the shore of Dorne a raven had been sent to warn Prince Doran. In his state, and because of his brother's excitement, Prince Oberyn was permitted to go in his stead. The prince's main duty was to insure the Greyjoy's intentions were not to attack the Dornish capital. The coast was visible from the palace itself, it would not take long for men to attack from ships to reach them.
Ellaria stayed at the palace with Oberyn's elder four daughters and her own two. Her time was spent pacing the balcony that overlooked the road, waiting for a sign of the Dornish party's return or the Greyjoy fleet on foot. The dust cloud rose high with their arrival. The party appeared larger than the one that left.
She retreated into the palace fearing the worse. However, upon reaching the entrance she saw Dornish flags flying among the golden kraken of the Greyjoys. Prince Oberyn strolled towards her from his horse, a smile upon his lips as he kissed her and announced a feast for the ironborn. She caught her eldest Elia before she could run past her to the horses as the men filed into the palace.
The feast was in the great hall of the Sunspear, a large open room whose archways on the outer walls could be open to allow the breeze from the coast to flow through silk coverings. Ellaria arrived to the hall after the men had been settled and the food had begun to be served. She held onto her eldest's hand, holding her younger on her hip. Many of the Dornish men called out at her arrival, despite her bastard name she was held in high regard. She smiled, allowing Elia to run to her father as she continued to walk the length of the table.
"Greetings." Ellaria spoke finally as she reached the end of the table where the men sat nearest Oberyn, assuming those to be the ones of some sort of power. "It appears your men are not taking to the Dornish spice." She noted lightly.
"Lyanna." The Ironborn had an almost sheepish look on his face, as if he was a child that had broken something. Victarion attempted to regulate his gait, but there was clearly something off about it. "I..." He tarried, knowing that she would find out eventually,but not looking forward to the outcome. "I took a crossbow bolt to my leg. Half of it still remains in my flesh."
Lyanna had floury hands -- she was making a few loaves of rye for dinner, for them and the men, and she had just put the dough away to rise when Victarion came in looking shy and bashful. She dusted her hands off on her apron and then her eyes went wide.
"Victarion Greyjoy!" Heavily pregnant, he was lucky she didn't move as fast as she normally did, and she shooed him to the bed. "Sit, sit, before you're overcome by blood loss." She was getting better with each wound her lord husband received, but she still fussed over him too much for his liking.
"I don't.. you're going to send me to an early grave," she clucked, like a scolding housewife, though her tone was affectionate and warm, and she was getting water to warm over the fire and clean rags.
"Has it gone all the way through your leg or did it stop midway?" Soap and some astringent herbs, some balm and salves, all put on top of the floury cutting board. "You must stop scaring me like this, husband of mine. I cannot, I.." She paused, putting a hand to her chest. "You must."
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I guess everyone would just have to “bear” with his dominion
everyone would just have 'mor't'du' :D