;; lost at sea

[kingvmorra]

dahliaflcwers​:

who: @kingvmorra​ where: pyke, the iron islands, some time after the lefford-hightower wedding

the last place on earth she expected to ever be was pyke. but dahlia was here, and gods knew it was a strange place. the glittering beauty of the reach was surely something that was unique, if not renowned. and she wasn’t sure what she had expected, but she did not expect it to be as dreary. she instinctively kept looking toward her left side, half-expecting to see the joyful face of her companion. but he was far away and dahlia wondered frequently if he stopped thinking of her. “ah, are we there yet or….?” she paused at the question, knowing the ironborn next to her was not particularly chatty. respectful, though. which surprised her, dahlia always thought ivar was a rarity. she had heard horror stories her whole life of the ironborn, but the blonde had matured enough to understand that they just didn’t care to hide what they were, and that they were doing no different than the others across the land. although thinking of her own recent actions, she knew it would behoove her to not judge anyone for awhile. she didn’t know titles, she didn’t know if morra was a queen or a king and she had hoped that the ruler would be forgiving if dahlia was not accustomed. when she finally approached her, blue eyes searched for how much of ivar was in her. the bastard wished that he had been with her in the moment. she curtseyed, bunching up the essosi dress ivar had gifted in her scarred hands, not sure what to really do. “ah, i hope….err….your grace? is well..and i am immensely grateful to the generosity and hospitality offered thus far.”

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morra had gotten word a few days prior about the new arrival coming to shores of the pyke. she had yet to meet her but she was very interested in who her brother was so smitten with. a smile graced the lips of the ironborn king as she saw the blonde approach. she could see why her brother was enamored with the young woman. she was beautiful and if the stories from the wedding were true then she had some fire within her as well. “oh please you are too kind.” she said motioning her hand for the young woman to stand. “any guest of my brother’s is a guest of mine. i’ll see that you are treated as any lord or lady might be. i know we may not be as glamorous as the reach is but i hope you will be comfortable here. plus if anyone gives you any trouble you just tell me. though i’ve heard some talk you can take care of yourself quite well.” morra smiled, giving the young woman a wink. 

“come this way. i’ve had a room set up for you in the pyke. i think you will find it comfortable, i hope.” morra said motioning down the halls towards where the room would be. “i hope you don’t mind i took the liberty and brought you some new clothes. i was not sure how much you would be able to bring with such a quick escape from the reach. but do let me know if there is anything else you need.” morra said, studying the young woman’s face for a moment. “my brother tells me you are a very talented seamstress.”

[kingvmorra]

location: morra’s chambers in dorne

@crxwniron​

morra had been pouring over hundreds and hundreds of documents, going over what little details she could. there was so much in the balance right now. so many moving pieces of the board she needed to watch for. one move could be wrong. one move could cost her and everyone else everything. they needed support if they were going to take back what was theirs. what was hers. 

‘my king she is here to see you now’ one of the guards announced as he entered the room.

“ah yes, please let her in.” the king said.

morra gave her a true smile as relya walked in. none of the fake smiles of the lords and ladies of the court. there was no need to hide how she felt. and while she did enjoy reyla’s company there was much for them to discuss. “lady harlaw, thank you for coming to see me today. i hope you are adjusting well to the change here. i have been coming to dorne all my life and still i find the sun to be extreme at times.” morra said motioning her towards the seat across from her, a glass of dornish wine already set out. morra grabbed her own glass, taking a sip as she watched the former northerner.

 “i wanted to speak to you about some chatter that has made its way to me. i have heard about your relationship with the starks has been more strained recently. people have told me they overheard some….arguments happening. i wanted to get your side of it all.” she asked, casually leaning back in her chair but her eyes stayed firm on reyla. “i am sure you are aware we are in a very precarious position right now.”

[kingvmorra]

indrasblacktyde​:

♦

behind the closed door that the greyjoy king had quietly pushed behind her, they would once feel as though they could be who they always had been; the same unsure, socially distanced lady of house blacktyde and the greyjoy heir that fought to make her place in the world. “no.” indra commented, her tone characteristically quiet, though she quickly raised her midnight orbs to look upon morra’s face, an  inherent sense of guilt somehow etched upon her facial features. she knew little of what exactly it was she should be feeling guilty for, and yet the mark upon her wrist only further amplified that constant reminder of just what role it was she had played, like a puppet attached to strings.

she were stood before the king, and yet a part of her felt as though they were both toys on a string, pulled into matters neither thought they would have to deal with. “you are not alone there.” she spoke, her hands clasping upon the leather of her lap, noting the sense of hesitance that came with morra in this moment. how human she seemed, now more than ever; and how lady blacktyde loved her so much more for it. she were dancing around something, some topic that needed to be brought up, for she was a subject to a king as well as her closest companion for many a year.

“you can ask, morra.” she spoke, glancing her dark orbs over toward her, almost as though she were opening a door for so much more to come tumbling out. and perhaps she wanted it to, before they came face to face with the reality of some knowledge others had of her. knowledge indra did not even have of herself. “it is not as though i do not ask myself the same, each day upon returning to those i consider family…those who are my family. why did the ritual consider me a traitor?” there was a silence that could hear a pin drop.

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the list of things morra woud do for those she loved stretch out like the horizon. what she would do to take away one ounce of pain or guilt that lived within others. she would cross oceans for it, fight whoever she needed. it was what pushed her to hunt down the pirates on the ocean. to watch their boat sink beneath the waves. to find her. to get her back. she would have sunk a hundred more boats if she could have.

but here, in the silence between them there was no sinking a boat. no heroic deed that could magically erase all that indra was feeling. there was just morra here. not a king or a greyjoy but just a woman reaching out her hand to pull indie back from the dark. 

and there the question was. and the quick silence that fell into place before morra broke it.

“there is nothing to ask indie. i don’t need to ask you.” morra said quietly, watching her carefully. searching for the truth behind her question. the worry what indie may believe is true about her. “it is no secret i do not truth your family. with everything we know about what they are doing. but you are not them indie.” she told her. 

“look,” she said first undoing her belt where her sword hung, tossing it away. then untying the top of her shirt, opening it enough to show of her collarbone above her heart. “you have a dagger right there. if you were a traitor you could plunge that into my heart and i would not stop you. i would not want to stop you.” morra locked eyes with her, not looking away. “i trust you indra. i trust you with my life and that has not changed for me. those pirates were working off the knowledge of some old hag in the woods who knew shit all about us. i am not letting their words cloud what i know to be true about you. what i feel about you has never changed.”

[jaehaerysiitargaryen-deactivate]

a starter for @kingvmorra

regnar preferred to spend his time away, he preferred to go out and earn the reputation of house drumm that sat on his shoulders. if he wished to be more than a lord, and oh how he wished to be more than a lord, then he would have to prove himself to their king. regnar didn't mind proving himself. if one asked him, he would say that he's been doing a wonderful job at showing that he's more than a bannerman. regnar would always think of himself as more. from his youth, he felt that his mother prepared him and his siblings to be as great as the drumm name demanded.

it was why he came to the iron islands with ships. three ships. he considered bringing more, going to take more, but he sent his brothers to carry out this deed. at worse, she would request his departure and he would have more ship add to his household fleet and he would just try something else. persistence was key in success. even if it meant taking the risk of upsetting your king.

"tell the king i have something for her. i'll wait."

[kingvmorra]

wcrdsarewind​:

a starter for @kingvmorra

regnar preferred to spend his time away, he preferred to go out and earn the reputation of house drumm that sat on his shoulders. if he wished to be more than a lord, and oh how he wished to be more than a lord, then he would have to prove himself to their king. regnar didn’t mind proving himself. if one asked him, he would say that he’s been doing a wonderful job at showing that he’s more than a bannerman. regnar would always think of himself as more. from his youth, he felt that his mother prepared him and his siblings to be as great as the drumm name demanded.

it was why he came to the iron islands with ships. three ships. he considered bringing more, going to take more, but he sent his brothers to carry out this deed. at worse, she would request his departure and he would have more ship add to his household fleet and he would just try something else. persistence was key in success. even if it meant taking the risk of upsetting your king.

“tell the king i have something for her. i’ll wait.”

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the time was getting closer and closer to when she needed to make her decision. her advisors were pushing for her, her family, her mother. they all knew what needed to be done and what a match regnar would be. he was a strong iron islander but also the drumm family’s support of the greyjoys would be invaluable to them.

how was she supposed to tell her though?

no, no. she couldnt think of that now. couldn’t think of any of that. but how was she not supposed to think about it? and it wasn’t like she didn’t enjoy regnar’s company. she could feel herself relaxing whenever she was taking to him. no need to put on a fake air about herself. he didn’t expect it nor want it. she could be herself. wouldn’t that be what she wanted in a king?

her mind raced with thought as she was called down to the docks. she was told he needed to see her but would not say what it was.

“well if it isn’t lord drumm himself washed up onto my docks.” she called over to him, smiling as she caught sight of his massive frame. “this is a nice surprise. i thought you were going to be out at sea for at least another few weeks. but you are always welcome on the pyke.” the king smiled. “i heard you had something for me? am i being gifted with your presence?” she teased.

[kingvmorra]

indrasblacktyde​:

who: @kingvmorra​ where: the iron islands settlements, a cluster of homes directly on the docks

kohl lined black orbs flickered over to the sounds of the bustling docks from atop the cluster of thatched houses provided to the ironborn faction; smaller than most of the other settlements, though most had chosen to remain within their cabins of the vessels lining up the river flowing into the bustling town. it had been a few weeks since the return of the search party, in which indra herself had been brought back to be with those she had known best; and yet something remained different, disjointed, dislocated - the notion of possibly dying so far from the sea had been a notion that had installed some sense of paranoia within the woman, wondering whether she would have found salvation within the drowned court of the drowned god.

each had been allocated a role, a purpose; and her own had been one that she had slowly realised as the night passed - gods knew she had no royal blood, was no innocent, which left one possibility…yet how could she be? the woman scratched quill upon parchment, a means of communication between herself and her brother, the ruling lord of blacktyde who had insisted on remaining within the iron islands rather than travel to the north, a letter only meant to assure him of her safety. 

she heard her door click, the sound of footsteps causing indra blacktyde to turn her gaze from the parchment to the doorway, where she saw the familiar sight of a face that had always caused all others to blur around her. how she had disappointed her, had she not? “your grace.” indra spoke, raising to her feet and throwing down her quill, bowing her head in respect. she had avoided speaking much to morra of what had occurred during that trip, though for good reason - the woman barely remembered anything.

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there had been an invisible weight on morra’s chest from the moment she discovered who had been taken during the kidnappings. to think someone so close to her taken away and there had been nothing hse could do to stop it. wondering if this was her fault. and swearing to the drowned god she would kill anyone who stood in her way of getting her back. morra hadn’t expected that anger. that deep rage that churned like ocean water. an iron born rage she had worked so hard to control. that control gone in an instant when she heard the news.

she had done her best to hide the rage, the anger, the worry. all of it she could push down deep inside to try to keep others from knowing. to keep her mind clear and focused on what needed to be done. there was a time to let out that rage, and it had come out in the battle on the sea against the pirates. it came out when she hugged indra tightly when she returned.

part of worried she would be gone again when she went to see her. it was odd to feel that relief in her chest when indra was in her rooms. “there is no need for titles when it is just us indra.” morra told her closing the door behind her. “we’re all set to head out in the morning. god i cannot wait to be away from here and out on the sea again.” the king smiled, closing her eyes for a moment thinking of it. looking over towards the papers on her desk, she motioned towards it. “need some help putting things away?” she asked her, dark eyes glancing over in her direction. how was she feeling? morra was almost scared to ask. it wasn’t that she was scared of the answer, but pushing her further away.

[kingvmorra]

Truth Serum: Do you trust the Blacktydes? Considering all that has been whispered to have occurred, it is surprising you still have a Blacktyde upon your council.

“there is a difference between indra and her family. i do not blame her for what her brother is doing, just as i hope people do not blame me for the choices my father has made. i trust indra as a person. i do not trust her family. indra...indra is special.”

@indrasblacktyde

[kingvmorra]

ivar-greyjoy​:

Ivar cracked a smile as the King of the Ironborn spoke, as he was equal parts amused and intrigued by their sister’s cryptic ways. He never put anything past Alys, and he knew better than to doubt the mysterious reach her magic had. Had his little sister tricked him into believing the most innocuous things were tied to her blood magic? Of course. After all, she was clever, that one. He was proud that she knew how to wield power by being smarter than most, or at the very least by carrying herself as if she was, blurring the lines of what could be achieved via her magical knowledge and what couldn’t.

“I’ve missed you too, Mor,” he admitted easily. Morra knew more than anyone why he’d left and remained away for such long periods of time whenever he set sail, but that didn’t mean his heart didn’t ache for his sisters from time to time. They were what tied him to this side of the world, more than titles, more than the sigil of his house. “I fucking hate this place already, but getting to see this smug face makes it worth it,” he smirked, lightly touching his knuckles to her chin. “At least for now. I might start shouting at you later”.

The ocean always called to him, the thrill of the unknown and the promise of adventure. But there was one call he would always answer and that was his sisters’. Any of them. They were the only ones who could make him steer his ship away from the path of building his legend. “Sure. And let’s see if Northern ale is half as good as they claim it is,” he draped his arm around his sister’s shoulders and let her lead him away from these bloody cold docks. 

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there were few people in this world who could fully understand what morra might be going through. and she knew ivar was one of them.

ivar however had seen one of the lowest moments morra had felt directly after the sack of lannisport. he had been the one who find morra attempting to wash the blood from her face after she had gotten a beating from their father’s advisors. he had been the one who helped her to her feet. helped her when she was too stubborn or proud to ask for it herself. both of them had seen a side of their father and advisors that day that neither of them would ever want to see. they both had their minds changed. 

perhaps that’s why morra understood why ivar left. she never argued against it despite how much she wanted him to stay. but she was glad he could leave when she could not. she wanted him to run far far away from the influences of the advisors. and now that they were gone, she was glad to have him back by her side. a new advisor for a new king. a new way of like for the iron born.

things were going to change and she would need ivar’s support to do it. “come now brother. i think after the journey you just made you deserve to drink enough until i have to carry your ass back to your boat myself.” she laughed, following him back into town. a sense of warmth filling her hear as the chilled air whirled around them both.

- E N D -

[kingvmorra]

Fuck a princess, I'm a king Bow down and kiss on my ring Being a bitch is my kink What the fuck else did you think? Fuck a princess, I'm a king Bow down and kiss on my ring It's gonna hurt, it'll sting Spittin' your blood in the sink

I'm crazy, but you like that, I bite back Daisies on your nightstand, never forget it I blossom in the moonlight, screw eyes Glacial with the blue ice, I'm terrifying

[kingvmorra]

alysvgreyjoy​:

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alys let morra pull her about, the blanket heavy on her shoulders and the cup gently sipped at as the witch listened to her kingly sister worry over her. it was nice, honestly, to not see the royal but instead the sister she’d grown up with. morra who worried when she was missing for a few days out by the sea side, learning from her mentor or just wandering the beach, instead of morra with the weight of the iron islands on her shoulders. “i know, i know.” alys muttered as she sat by the fire, the blaze warming her bones even if she hadn’t minded the cold nor felt too affected by it with only a few minutes outside. but something itched in her bones that told her longer would have been a bad idea.

“copper like blood, sister. like from a bitten tongue or knocked out tooth.“ aly’s fingers trace the priest’s tooth on her necklace, as if evidence as she remembered the bloody maw of the man. she recalled sitting with morra as they talked to their kidnapped sibling, investigating the scars on their arm and listening to the stories they told. what they had heard the half-mad pirates say. there was deep and horrible magic in blood, and they had access to the dragon king in white harbor, and the new royal houses after. to her, the thought of summoning a storm would be blasphemous against the drowned god, but to others who thought of only darkness and ice…

“the blood of a dragon could bring on such terror from the skies. a kingly dragon, why that would be a dream to conjure with… it would make stone bend and the sky red if i wished it.“ she tried to offer an explanation as her mind work to figure out another magician’s art. if only she could see the way the conjured it, the circles drawn or the tools used. sitting back in the chair, she drank of the heavy liquor in her cup, letting it make her heavier still in her chair, an anchor as her mind flapped in the winds of thought for a long moment. then she looked to her king and sister, dark gaze serious. “i want some of the pirates’ blood. i want to figure out what’s going on.“

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morra was thankful at least her sister was not fighting her in her attempts to warm her up, and to get away from the snow. the lines blurred between king and sibling were tricky to navigate at times. hard to put one side of herself away while focusing on another. but at least right now she could just be the concerned older sister wanting to know her little sister was going to okay. and making sure she was not going to catch her death of cold. gods knew she would wrestle her inside if she had to. 

“like blood?” morra mulled over what that could mean for all of them. “some sort of blood magic maybe? or a sense of something wicked coming towards us. the blood of the dragon king is still fresh in the ground….maybe it’s a sign of that.” vision and thoughts were never easy to understand. it took time to figure out the small hints given their way. “do you think they’ve used the dragon’s blood for this?”

nodding along to what her sister said, she took a large sip from the bottle. it did not seem odd to her that her sister needed blood of the pirates. made sense actually given all that she was speaking about. to others it may seem odd or completely insane to even think about but the greyjoys were more than willing to listen and decode their sister’s thoughts. “i think i can arrange that. or at least arrange for us to visit with the pirate. we might need to find a way to get their blood after that. but honestly i don’t think the guards there will give us too much trouble. looking over at her sister again, she nudged her leg. “keep the blanket around you. are you warming up yet?”

[kingvmorra]

aodhanstorm​:

where: the docks, barrowtown

who: @kingvmorra​​

It wasn’t often that Aodhan gained the favor of noble born folks and even rarer that he found himself in the good graces of a regent but somehow he had caught the eye of the Greyjoy King. The egotist in him pushed him to believe he’d won her over purely by his talent as a bard and his boyish charms but none of her people really had stricken him as connoisseur of the arts so the more cautious and jaded parts of his heart did cling to the possibility that she continued to invite him and hire his services to make a fool out of him. Well, no matter he thought his pirate shanties were surely more inventive than the ones the shit for brains she employed could ever hope to conjure up. He’d put on his best silken shirt colored a dark blue and a beautiful red and golden long coat Dahlia had gifted him and was making his way towards the docks. By the Gods he’d never understand this obsession with boats, even now that they had their own quarters in the city the Greyjoys still spent majority of their time aboard. “Really?” He asked aggravated as two armed men barred him entry. “I’ve come several times. You know me by now. I will not ask for permission to come aboard anytime soon, fellas so I suggest you go fetch her majesty.” He demanded, arms crossed and yelling his last word in hopes to catch Morra’s attention.

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that voice. god she would recognize that voice just about anywhere really. not only was it extremely loud and seemingly able to cut through the noises of the docks. it was all too familiar and welcome on her ship. a cheshire grin spread across the king’s face as she headed up to the deck. “and there he is in all his glory. honestly, every time i see you it seems you’re causing some sort of commotion somewhere.” she laughed. it was funny how one bard could catch her attention so much. but it wasn’t just his music that caught her attention, while it was beautiful she had to admit. it was just…him. his personality, the way he carried himself and spoke. everything about it intrigued her, could draw her in. someone who spoke their mind to her, someone who was completely themselves and didn’t hide it. there would always be n admiration for people like that. something they shared in common.

the two guards blocking him waited until their king gave a wave to dismiss them. “don’t worry about him boys. i think unless he was planning on killing me with his lyre or flute, i don’t think you have to worry. that is adohan, dear, do you still have that dagger i gave you from last time? please say you do or else i will be having to purchase you another one.” her arm looped around his as she lead him away from the others. “let’s get inside, aye? it’s freezing out here.” giving a small nod with her head she lead him back towards her quarters. “come to visit me for a reason or just stopping by and saying hello?”

[kingvmorra]

wcrdsarewind​:

a starter for @kingvmorra​

the blizzard would keep them in barrowtown. they should have taken their time coming back, or sailed the other way if they weren’t doing something important. regnar wondered if this was what it meant to be a king? or, in this case, being close to a king. he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the feeling of being involved in everything going on versus hearing about it later. that didn’t meant he wanted to continue their extended stay in north but there was still a murder mystery happening and murder mysteries led to wars and so on and so forth. 

he didn’t like snow, the harsh whistles of the wind and unnatural cold that came with it. regnar was no stranger to being cold and wet but the snow, the snow changed the feeling of cold to something else. regnar braved the snow to speak to his “king”. he would bring himself and a bottle of spiced rum; two things good for the mind and the body if he said so himself. 

“Your grace.” 

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sitting in front of the fire, morra had wrapped a large fur blanket around herself, trying to keep warm. the wind blew hard that night and it felt as if the entire building had a chill to it. her eyes moved from the dancing flames, to the ironborn lord who had joined her. 

“you know lord drumm, i just might think you are able to read my mind. just thinking how i could kill someone for a good bottle.”  

standing up from her spot next to the fire, she already felt the cold biting at her as she walked over to regnar. “you know with a bottle like this, it would be a shame to not share it with someone else. come join me.” she said. 

grabbing two glasses, she took her seat back down in front of the fire motioning for him to join her. morra was no fool. she had seen the way regnar had been from the moment he arrived in the north. the time the two spent around each other was getting more and more frequent as the days passed. it seemed he was always the first to volunteer to help her with any jobs or missions. there was part of her that did not mind….and another part that wanted to push it away. wanting to be independent and strong on her own. but being king no longer meant just being her. 

holding the glass out for him to pour her some, she waited for him to do so before smiling. “are we drinking to something? or just for our own enjoyment?”

[kingvmorra]

alysvgreyjoy​:​

ever since the search parties returned, she could feel a change. like pressure before a storm was gathering, though she knew it was only her and those like her feeling it. those taught in the arts of blood and magic unknown to moral men. while the war raged, she’d seen asshai, wandered the shadowed streets where her understanding of her arts and her connection to the drowned god grew. she was no priest or prophet but there was an understanding as she would spend high tides drinking salt water and listening to the crash of waves.

alys couldn’t deny the pull anymore as she wandered out into the cold snow that gathered and swirled, not even bothering with a cloak. for what was snow but a different form of water? and was it not something she had power over? but this was not normal snow, not a curse down from the stormy god above that the ironborn all hated. it smelled like copper and smoke to alys, every snowflake thrummed to her in a way only blood and seafoam did. 

staring up at the sky, the greyjoy looked for her answers in the clouds, letting the blasted cold winds batter and the snow gather on her. she was so still someone could mistake her for a statue until morra came and pulled her into the building, shutting the door and shattering the connection alys was making with the storm. “it’s not natural, sister.” alys gave as a response, letting morra put her in a chair, dark eyes following the king of the ironborn as she moved. “the snow tastes of copper and dirt. the wind feels… wrong.” she didn’t know how to communicate the feelings she had to morra.

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“listen i don’t give a shit if it’s natural or not right now. i care about my sister not getting frost bite because she wanted to look at the snow.” the king’s voice yelled from the other room as she grabbed what she needed. morra had learned long ago that often what alys was saying had more than one meaning to it. the things she felt and saw was beyond what morra could understand at times. the greyjoys had been blessed by the drowned god years ago. her own mother given a vision all the way in dorne from him. but alys had an understanding that baffled most but had always fascinated morra. 

walking back inside into the room, she wrapped the blanket around her younger sister. “don’t be stupid, alright? the number of people getting sick right now from this shit. i don’t need you getting sick as well, alright?” the king handed her sister a rather heavy pour of strong-smelling liquor. anything to warm her up. in fact she grabbed the chair pulling it closer to the fireplace. once she was sure her sister was all set, morra sat down on the ground next to her taking a sip directly from the bottle she had poured for her sister. “it tastes of copper? could it be the mines in the area?” she asked, her eyes glancing to the window. “i won’t deny it is strange the storm has not let up in days.”

[kingvmorra]

ivar-greyjoy​:​

It had been well over a year since Ivar last saw his sister and he parted ways from his crew with a grin at the sight of her. While he had a more silent bond with his dear Alys, he certainly was more raucous with the King of the Iron Islands. “Alys beat you to it, she clearly loves me more!” he shouted back as he strode towards his sister. If he’d taken long enough to see Morra, it had only been because he’d spent some time catching up with their little sister.

Ivar rushed on the last steps to meet her, lifting her off the wooden dock as he embraced her. He’d started doing that since they were little and went on doing it for each of their reunions, which only became more amusing for him as he grew so tall and Morra remained a little spitfire that barely reached his shoulders. “It’s so good to see you,” he told her as he set her down. Ivar then tilted his head a bit, a loving smirk on his lips, “My king”.

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“i would not be surprised if alys told me she knew the minute you were arriving by studying the cracks of bones. i do not doubt she beat me here first.” very honestly it could be true. the drowned god worked in mysterious ways, sending dreams and visions to some iron born. alys was lucky enough to be able to tune into the mystery. it was always a wonder to see what she might do. 

morra was more than happy to throw her arms around her brother as he picked her up off the ground. some things never got old and this never would. seeing him again after being away for so long was hard to bear. but her siblings were all strong-willed captains. she would never want to hold them back from what they wished to do. even if she hoped to see them more often. “i have missed you very much.” she told him as he placed her back down on her feet.

“thank you for coming all the way up here. i can’t imagine the freezing weather is going to be nice after all your time in essos. but it means a lot that you would come up here so quickly.” part of her hated pulling him away from his time there but right now she needed all the help she could get. and she needed to be surrounded by people she trusted the most. “come on, let’s get inside at least so i don’t freeze my ass off.”

[jeynestokeworth]

where: somewhere who: @kingvmorra​

the clouds held a certain flurry around them that mimicked…well, a cloud. mara accepted that she was not a poet long ago and that had been the best way she could describe them to herself. clouds looked like clouds. trees looked like trees. she was unusually grumpy for someone that was so freshly fucked. perhaps it was the damn weather. or the missing people. the weather, definitely. no, the missing people, well, just wylla. she would have to settle on the weather. mara paced through the door into the warmth. she pulled her hood back and peered around, fair eyes darting around for a place to post up. the lady bracken finally settled on a bench by herself.

suddenly, she found herself bored again. she pulled out her needlework from her pockets and began to finish her latest creation: a mushroom surrounded by other mushrooms. which, to any bystander would appear to be just outlines of erections. a sea of erections. it was not mara’s intention, but it did make her consider adding in some flowers to make it more balanced. she was an egalitarian, after all. part of her did question just who she was so inspired by. she sticked for a few moments, drowning out sound around her before feasting her eyes upon someone far more interesting than needlepoint dicks: an ironborn. a rather lovely one, if mara had to be honest. an eyebrow cocked and mara stuffed her project back into her velvet pockets. standing, she made her way over. “hello, i am mara and i daresay you are quite the force to behold.”

[kingvmorra]

the loud sounds of the tavern were oddly comforting to listen to. people all enjoying themselves despite whatever troubles they might be facing. the light sound of music was mostly being drowned out by the chatter but the tune still hung over the crowd. an upbeat melody to help warm the spirits of everyone in there. the weather outside was awful but one could not tell that inside this place. morra had found a comfortable spot amongst some of the other iron born who were looking to get off the ship tonight. they’d already spent most of their time playing a betting game with various dice. easy way to lose your money certainly, but fun enough not to care. she only left her game to go get herself another drink and then she’d be back to take more of their money.

the ironborn king turned to see a woman walking in her direction and she certainly was beautiful. her skin was pale against the curls of red pulled back from her face. the woman’s face was soft but there was something behind her eyes. a strength that could not be so easily hidden. no fake demure or innocent bullshit. she liked it. “a force to behold? i could say the same thing to you, miss mara. i am morra.” the ironborn smiled. “you certainly are not the normal folk i see in a place like this. i’m not going to have some jealous husband chasing me off for speaking with you am i? would certainly be a shame.” she laughed. “you look might be some trouble.”

[kingvmorra]

location: iron born lodging, barrowtown

this fucking storm needed to end. days were bleeding into nights and nights into days. it was getting hard to tell what time of the day it was. or even what day it was anymore. outside there was only snow and harsh wind that rattled the windows around them. there was not enough alcohol in the world to make this enjoyable. morra had barely moved from her spot infront of the fire, trying to let herself relax for once. it wasluckily she arrived back in barrowtown right before the storm hit them all. she could not imagine trying to travel the road between white harbor and barrowtown in this awful conditions.

“alys are you going to join me? this wine isn’t going to drink itself.” morra called out to her sister. she had been gone for….too long. “alys?” peeling herself off the ground she wandered the house looking for her, feeling the air chill as she got closer to the front of the house. 

the front door was wide open and her sister’s eyes glued to the storm. “alys! what are you doing?” she said running over to slam the door shut. “you got a death wish or something?” morra wasted no time pushing her back towards the fire and making her sit down. “stay here, let me get you a blanket.”

@alysvgreyjoy​

[kingvmorra]

location: the docks of barrowtown

giddy. that was not an emotion that was very common for the iron born king. but giddy is how she felt in that moment as she rushed down towards the docks. she barely had a moment to throw her heavy fur cloak on before she hurried outside into the snow. it was like she was a child once more. rushing down the steep, rock steps down to the docks to meet her brother as he got back from an adventure. the two of them spending so much time apart on the seas. happy and safe reunions on the docks like this were some of her favorite memories as a kid.

a few iron born moved out of their kings way as she rushed down the docks until she was infront of the familiar ship of her brothers. thank the drowned god he made it back here safely. there was no time to waste as she hurried up the gangway and onto the deck of the ship. there she could see him with his crew. “took you fucking long enough!” she yelled out to him. “stop to visit a tavern or two on your way to see me?” the smile on her face was wide, as she walked across the deck to embrace him.

@ivar-greyjoy​

[kingvmorra]

nelaenatargaryen​:

“He was one of the best indeed.” Nelaena did seem to hear it a thousand times already. It was hard; a constant reminder that he was no longer with her. “I wanted to discuss all that you and my brother had spoke of. And I would hope that despite his passing that our alliance still stands strong. We count you as a most valuable ally.” She didn’t want to see the bonds that her brother had so delicately forged fall away under her watch. Heavy was the weight on her shoulders to honor his memory by honoring all that he had done to secure the Targaryen claim to the throne. 

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morra had no idea how the targs were holding in their rage at their brother’s death. morra felt herself like a kettle wanting to boil over just at the news one of her siblings was kidnapped by these pirates. if they were killed by them? morra would be sure to burn the entire island of skagos to find who was responsible. fuck the consequences of what might happen.

a most valuable ally? that sure seemed like a lie. maybe it was a bitterness still within morra but she still felt the tension from the others who were aligned black with her. daemon had fought for her place within the alliance yet still she felt they viewed her beneath them. king rowan arryn had kicked her out of the vale rather suddenly. it was not exactly a warm welcome. still she could bear it if it meant the betterment of her people. maybe this would bring some sort of change to it all. “i have no intension of leaving the alliance your brother and i worked out.” she told her. “right now there is much uncertainly around all of us and i believe we all need to keep our allies close.”