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@starfrckled / “I’m only here to avoid bloodshed.” ( arianne )
LOUD AND ROUDY ARE THE MANNERISMS UPON A SHIP. no place for a lady, one might usually think, and yet the very second she has set foot upon the wide deck of Kingfisher, she appears to own the very air around them. a small skiff had carried her over, across the dark bay before the glorious city of Sunspear. an unexpected visit, to say the least, given that Maron’s men had obeyed the command not to draw attention ever since setting anchor before the coast of Dorne, but the large, black sails with the golden kraken painted upon them could only be ignored for a while. nobody, not even the courageous people of Dorne, rests easy with an Ironborn ship hovering nearby. and especially not this one, with it’s wooden woman upon the hull, her long beak having shredded too many ships already while the wings spread across the wood carry her across the seas like a deadly breeze.
her words are clear; a direct slap in the face of some, but with Maron they merely evoke raised brows and a minor, almost invisible display of amusement. he wonders if she has come here on her own volition, or if her father had sent her. Arianne Martell. the most beautiful woman in the world here, on his ship. and it seems the rumours about her beauty indeed are more than true.
“bloodshed? I didn’t know there was a risk of that.” laughter echoes from the men around them, and Maron raises his hands almost defensively. “we are merely here to stock up and trade, no further mischief happening, bloody or not. you have my word.” more laughter and this time the throng of men around him slowly dissolve once her appearance is no longer a mystery. the cushioned seating area build upon deck, illuminated by torches and the stars above looks comfortable, and Maron Greyjoy barely seems like the predator the world thinks he is.
“but by all means, princess, sit, have a cup of wine with me. it would be a shame to have made the journey out here only to exchange a few words, wouldn’t it?”
borgia sentence starters / accepting.
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