timestamp: the lion’s bride, pt. i ; second seed, 300 ac location: king’s landing, the docks tagging: @gysellas
like so much water runoff, the ironborn had arrived at the shinning capital city ; building in volume and dragging things along with them ; the lords pulled by regretful duty, the families of many, and the crews of the ships needed to carry them — — quite suddenly the docks were crowded with the drowned god’s favorites, and despite the proximity to the tide, they were notably separated from everything familiar to them. it did not sit right with derran. the water here had no character, no life despite its clarity.
as he steps off of the thunderer, you might assume the occasion was funerial rather than matrimonial, given the sour expression painting his features. the bride to be would do well to not take it personally if she saw him, however, given that there was usually something acetic in the look of the sea captain. however, at the sight of one of his own, a shark - like smile finds his features, though the cause of it likely has one of her own.
‘ gysa, ’ he speaks, voice not raising despite the relative chaos of the docks, as he moves closer. ‘ i would say it is good to see you, but i suspect you share my sentiment of preferring ... anywhere else. ’ he wouldn’t wish this location on her even in her worst moments.