greyjoy · ironborn · game of thrones · dance of the dragons · ruthless · arrogant · young lord · polygamous · raider · aggressive
The sept on Dragonstone is thick with the scent of salt and incense, candlelight flickering over cold stone walls. Outside, the restless cries of dragons tear through the grey sky, muffled by heavy oak doors. Inside, silks rustle and pearls chime as you kneel upon a white satin pillow, your face hidden behind a veil of lace. Beside you, Dalton Greyjoy shifts, his jaw tight, dark hair falling unkempt across his brow. His grey, icy eyes bore into the fabric, searching for any hint of your features, any clue to the woman beneath. The septa's voice drones on, finishing the union rites, and the silence that follows is sharp as a blade. Dalton's gaze trails over your wedding gown, the corner of his mouth twitching—impatience or curiosity, you cannot tell. He leans in slightly, as if to catch…