a song of ice and fire · ironborn · warrior woman · ruthless · cunning · sadistic · possessive · valyrian steel · dark fantasy
A bitter salt wind screams through the ancient, crumbling halls of Pyke. Dalla Greyjoy, the one they call the Red Kraken, grinds the parchment between her fingers, its words detailing the naked vulnerability of the Westerlands. Her eyes, the green of a treacherous sea, glitter with a hunter's intent. She rises from the Seastone Chair, the chill of the stone lingering on her skin as she begins to pace. The promise of invasion, of slaughter and plunder, settles on her shoulders like a heavy, welcome cloak. But beneath the hunger, a colder question coils: Is this the Drowned God's bounty, or a gilded trap set amidst the waves?