blessed with salt & steel

lord teyron greyjoy | 36 king of the IRON ISLANDS & leader of house greyjoy ─ husband of evelyne greyjoy. what is dead may never die. ─ ‘we are ironborn. we're not subjects, we're not slaves. We do not plow the field or toil in the mine. we take what is ours.’ captain of the IRON TEMPEST.

[nevcrdie]

emeric: you're not even a real lord

morrec: you literally murdered a family member to become a 'real lord', but go off i guess.

[nevcrdie]

* ×    wylla stark

He was standing aboard a ship, his sister had a problem with the Dothraki, and his impish eyes were ones she had heard many a story about. “Lord Greyjoy, I can assume? Dagmar’s brother?” He definitely lived up to the descriptions she had heard of the Ironborn Lord. “It’s overkill because you didn’t really give him a chance. He’s not going to make it by a long shot. If you’re going to kill him, then you should utter the sentence and swing the sword yourself, no? That seems more fair than prolonging it.” 

         “ did the sigil give it away, or has my sister truly inherited our fathers temper as i have ? ”  he grinned, obviously this woman was familiar enough with dagmar, otherwise she may have balked by now.    “ i have given him a chance, he’s in the hands of the drowned god now.   the odds of him swimming... twenty five feet to shore ?    HIGHLY likely, i take from those who take and give them a chance to prove themselves more than the crime under the eyes of the drowned god. ”

         cocking his head, teyron looked the woman up and down,  “ so, did my sister take you to bed or something of that sort  ?     or do you have connections to liquor.  that & a pretty face two things i know dagmar can’t resist. ”

[evclyne]

house tyrell or house greyjoy?

this or that  —  accepting. 

             her hesitation speaks volumes ; the question is an uncomfortable one, which prods at lingering anxieties, raises questions she’d rather leave unanswered. “ house greyjoy, ” she answers, after a long silence, the admission feeling foolish, however true it may be. “ my loyalty always lay closest to my father, but he’s long dead, and emeric… for all my love of him, i find my husband’s ambitions to be better suited to my own. ”

[nevcrdie]

Rhaena Targaryen

   * ×      WHO DO YOU SHIP ME WITH ?

        ( @rhcena )

[nevcrdie]

ashara dalt

   * ×      WHO DO YOU SHIP ME WITH ?

            ( @ashoflemonwood )

[wildsigrid]

your eldest brother or one of your children?

meme / this or that 

( + @nevcrdie )

“I love my brother, I would give my life for him, but my children are everything to me. More than that, they are also helpless and my responsibility as their mother. I know the pain of losing a child, and I cannot handle such a loss again, but I have yet to know the pain of losing a living brother. I would choose my child, I am sure Tey would understand.”

[nevcrdie]

dragconsfire‌:

littlemusings‌:

( @dagmcr​​ )  &  ( @emerictyrell )

[nevcrdie]

☽

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse — teyron reacting to reyna  —  wandering alone at night.

         “ ah, princess martell.     i suppose its a good thing that i started punishing thieves who came to close to the iron fleet.    i dare say it’s afforded you some either peace or SAFETY.      should you need some assistance, my guards are nearby as yours are absent or very well hidden, ”  he gave a small bow and headed towards his ship, turning his head with a devilish smile, “… or dead. have a pleasant evening. ”      ( @reyna-martell )

[nevcrdie]

would you really have been satisfied with being rhaena's king-consort if she had married you instead?

    * ×        YES OR NO ?

           “ ... no. ”

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send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

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veilled:

alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !

✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ = asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

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rhcena‌:

kwonbaker‌:

Let’s play “yes” or “no.” You ask me questions on anonymous or not, and I can only answer YES or NO.

[rpmemesyo]

Anonymously or not, tell me who you ship my muse with.

[nevcrdie]

         * ×   announcing LORD TEYRON GREYJOY                              ─  attending with his wife,                       LADY EVELYNE OF HOUSES TYRELL AND GREYJOY.

        whilst not at all teyron’s preference; balls and celebrations, he’s content to come along and show support for his wife and her brothers house.    not straying from his typical ironborn style, you can find him wearing short-sleeved charcoal leather and braces on his wrist, hung from his belt is his hand-and-a-half sword with the kraken of house greyjoy on the sheath.      his hair, usually braided back, is free around his face and down his back, though with some sections braided and plaited and the left side shaved with the pattern of waves.    he wears jewelry of the ironborn: dark & oceanic theme, and is wearing a tarnished-iron style mask that is similar to the pattern of facepaint his sister wears.

[nevcrdie]

* ×    ashara dalt

The man in the water with her had many scars on his body, she noted. Perhaps he was a knight or, like Azriel, a hired mercenary. He knew how to survive a fight, that much was certain. “The Iron Fleet?!” Ashara said quickly distracted from her thought and whipping her head around to look up at the ship again in awe. “Is it really? It’s beautiful.” She sighed. Her eyes wanted to take in every aspect of the boat. She wanted to commit it to memory. There would be few times she would see something with such a reputation.

“I already told you. I was swimming, because I like swimming, of course, and I noticed all the ships docked here. I was curious so I swam over to look at them. Why do you ask? Am I not supposed to be here or something? I’ve nothing against Lord Greyjoy if that’s what you’re implying. I’ve never even met him. I doubt he’d have much interest in me either.” Ashara said, looking back at him. “And you didn’t answer me. Who are you?”

        teyron smirked as she complimented the iron fleet, and whilst beautiful wasn’t the first word he would have chosen... there was a savage beauty to the small section of the fleet that were currently moored in the blackwater.   “ aye, it is.   only about an eighth of the fleet though, there’s about seventy more back at the iron isles, ” he floated languidly, never taking his eyes off her just in case.  and it was amusing, in a way, to hear her speak about lord greyjoy as if he wasn’t floating three feet away from her.

      “ maybe i’m one of the men from the ship, or maybe i’m lord greyjoy’s guard.   how could you know ? ”  he commented casually, as though he wasn’t taking enjoyment from avoiding her question,   “ or maybe not.    does it really matter ?    my name is teyron, either way. ”

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* ×  reyna martell

As she listened to the orders of the Lord Reaper, she noticed the different approach the ironmen and the Dornish had. You wouldn’t see a scene like that in Dorne, Reyna thought. At least not now, during her reign as their ruling princess.

“No, I do not recognize the man.” Reyna quickly replied, shaking her head. The man did not seem familiar to her and he did not belong to the retinue she had arrived with at the capital. “That is how you punish a thief? It is rather harsh, don’t you think? Could have stopped at the severed hand.” The princess of Dorne was not particularly judging, it was a question out of curiosity. Her contacts with the Iron Islands through the years had been rather scarce.

         “ excellent, then you won’t have any problem with how we deal with criminals in the iron isles, ”   he responded with a smirk.  teyron had wondered if the dornish were as soft as they appeared; donned in colour and jewels and finery.  he would have assumed they were of the same ilk as the crownlands or westerlands or lords of the vale, but the dornish were known for their unique style of fighting ─   he liked to think of them as a more exotic type of warriors, but he had yet to see proof.      “ one hand for one blade, an equal punishment.   it’s up to him to survive the drowned god now, if he makes it to shore i’ll leave him be. i have no grudge against him now.     it is always the way: for example, i once caught a young man peeking in on my sister when we were much younger than we are today ─  she was only half naked, so i only took one eye. ”

[iheartgot]

You can defeat the invaders in the east and the pretenders in the north and south.

[nevcrdie]

* ×    evelyne greyjoy.

             it might have been more appropriate to remain solemn, but evelyne couldn’t help but smile, nearly laugh, at the story teyron told — and perhaps there was a note of hysteric relief there too, the strange laugh that sometimes spills out in the presence of a threat. she couldn’t think of two people less conveniently trapped in a brothel together, and the image conjured was too comical to be repressed. “ you must be jesting — my brother will do nothing short of calling his banners when he hears. ” but as much as she joked, she knew he wouldn’t. that would be too much to ask. “ no, i’m fine, ” she assured him. “ lady dagmar and i were caught in an inn, but it doesn’t make for nearly as thrilling a story as yours. ” moreover, they had escaped their circumstances intact ; she needn’t worry him further with details. “ can we return to our ships, yet, do you know ? your arm needs tending to. ”

         her small huff of a laugh and disbelieving smile on her lips brought a lightness to his mood, knowing his wife would have ripped the castle apart brick by brick to find anyone who hurt her family or herself ─    and would have absolutely no time for laughter.     a wild, but relieved, grin split his face and he cupped the back of her head and pressed a firm kiss to her forehead,    then gave a laugh, “ ah, let the banners come then ─  my wife is unharmed and now i hear my sister is also.   the drowned god watched over those i love today. ”

        he turned ice and teal eyes to the wound on his arm and gave a nod,  “ yes, we will return to the ships.   i have no want to be here anymore, and all our families have been accounted for safely, ”  it was a few minutes of teyron’s threats and a cleverly placed bribe that had the ruling lord and lady exiting the keep and riding down to the docks to avoid the chaos.    as he held his uninjured arm out to help evelyne down from the horse, orders were made for clean water, cloth, salve and a meal and drink for the rulers of the iron isles.   “ draw up the gangways of the iron fleet !   anyone not of iron blood or blood relations of my wife found aboard any vessel under my command will be tossed from the stern. ”