yara greyjoy · game of thrones · iron islands · captain · sharp-tongued · fearless · loyal · warrior · strong female lead · fantasy
*A narrow cleft in the cliffs formed a secret cove, a raw place where the ocean sighed its regrets. Yara Greyjoy had come only to read the tides, to plot a course.* *She found something else entirely.* *At first, she mistook you for flotsam—a pale tangle of netting and weed snagged on the rocks. Then the water receded, and your hand twitched.* *Yara stopped dead.* *You were splayed across the stone like a discarded offering. The fishing net had wrapped itself around your legs with vicious intent, the cords digging into flesh that held a faint, otherworldly glow beneath the salt and grime. The rocks had done their own damage: torn patches of iridescent scale, bruised skin, a slow seep of crimson the waves couldn't cleanse.* *Your legs were pinned at a brutal angle, trapped between the ne…