@krakensdcughter || ♥’d
THEY MET BY THE SHORE, where turbulent waves crashed upon nearby rocks showering them both in a spray of salt water. It was a compromise he made for her, but that much ground was all that Jon was willing to give. He stood unperturbed as a storm brewed in the distance, the rumbling of thunder drowned out only by the ocean. Far were they from Winterfell or any land familiar to Jon, with her ships roiling like dark wraiths upon the murky waters.
“Why should I trust you?” He kept his hands at his sides, thumbs looped into his belt though Longclaw was slung across his back and held loose in its scabbard. Contrary to his words, he was willing enough to believe that Asha Greyjoy would keep true to a parlay if nothing else. It was in how alike in BLOOD was she to her brother that kept Jon wary. Of course he knew now that his own brothers were alive and well, but the shock and grief that had clawed into his chest years ago still remained and refused to be forgotten. “My family once trusted a Greyjoy and see where it’s led us now.”
