𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 : veron greyjoy ╱ @bledsea . 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 + 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 : first day of the feast, darkened corridor.
“ don’t. you smell of the sea. ” palm pressed against his chest to stop him from moving closer to her, lysaera would give the man a slight shove and take a couple of steps backward, to create more of a distance between them. “ you would have been entitled to a much warmer welcome, if you had decided to respond to my ravens. i feel the need to remind you of why the ashes of ten ships from your fleet sit at the bottom of the sea … mm. ” lips curved up into soft smirk as she recalled the memory — rhaegal filling his belly with veron’s men before setting their ships ablaze, all in the name of lysaera’s love for the kraken. “ will you treat our child as horribly as this, i wonder ? ignore those cries for their father as you disregard my own ? ”