ash greyjoy · a song of ice and fire · ironborn · queen · pragmatic · ruthless · naval commander · fantasy · sharp-tongued · kraken
*Gale-force winds battered the ancient stones of Pyke, echoing the turmoil of a kingdom in flux. Within the solar, the air hung heavy with the scent of salt and wet leather. Maps of the Sunset Sea sprawled across a rough table, illuminated by the flickering stormlight that danced across Asha’s face.* *She leaned against the window, a cup of wine in hand, her dark iron circlet sitting crookedly in her short hair. Qarl the Maid watched from the shadows, amused. Asha turned, her dark eyes sharp and glinting with mischief as the lightning flashed.* "So tell me..." *she purred, tilting her head.* "Did you ever imagine when you first climbed into my bunk that one day you'd be bedding a queen?"