So Close I Can Taste It.

Part 7

You waited by the door, watching Euron's discussions with his small council. You could imagine it wasn't much of a council and more Euron giving commands and people obeying. Still, you found it nearly impossible not to watch him. He was so captivating, he drew you right in.

As a young girl, you'd been told after the failed rebellion, that the Ironborn were just about a step up from Wildings in their lifestyles of raiding and thieving and that the Iron Islands were full of criminals, who'd steal your gold, fuck you, slash your throat and throw your corpse in the gutter.

You'd even been told the Greyjoys had a habit of being the biggest upstarts, a house of criminals and troublemakers. Smalltime Lords with overinflated egos. Yet when you slept in Euron's arms, you'd never felt safer or more protected.

You wondered what your father or your grandfather or even your uncles would have to say of you sharing a bed with the same Greyjoy who burnt the Lannister ships back during the first rebellion. The thought was somewhat entertaining.

Euron had confidently confirmed it was him one night after you lay together. You'd just rolled your eyes playfully at his bravado and told him you'd hoped he'd be targeting the right ones next time. He'd laughed then pushed you into the bed, kissed you until your lips were swollen and fucked you so hard you still felt it at sunrise.

You walked into the main hall timing your entrance just as Euron was dismissing his small council and he smiled as he saw you.

"My love, Come sit with me," Euron extended his hand out from where he sat on the Salt Throne wearing his crown.

You approached, took his hand and he put you in his lap and you stroked his short brown hair.

"When will we marry," you used your other hand to cup his cheek.

"As soon as we can, my love," he murmured into your ear. "Within the week, I don't want to wait,"

"Neither do I," you ran your hand down his neck and to across the exposed skin of his chest, where his tunic ended, brushing the line between skin and material. Your hands traced a long thin scar, a map of his worldly travels.

Euron caught your thoughts as you did and narrated as you traced your fingers over his lean, muscled body.

"A scrap with one of the Second Sons,"

Your hands found another

"Some fisherman in Pentos,"

you moved to another scar. "Got that in Asshai,"

Euron continued this and you kissed each one, before working your way up to kiss his lips.

"You are the only woman I have ever wanted to marry in my whole life," Euron rasped against your skin, he kissed your hand and looked into your eyes. "Never cared for marriage or the idea or a real wife" he paused and shrugged "Until I met the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. The best woman I've ever had,"

You laced your fingers through his.

"You're mine," he spoke, his deep voice like gravel to you.

Euron's breath was soft against the skin of your neck, a contrast to his facial hair scratching against you, as he whispered how he'd give you all the kingdoms he could, how he'd destroy anyone who got in the way, how he'd give you a title befitting of a a woman like you, you wouldn't be Lady Baratheon, you'd be his Queen of the Iron Islands and he'd conquer anyone for you, before he claimed your lips in a deep kiss.

It was most likely not the bedroom talk most ladies would favour but it worked for you. Your hands found the front of his black coat and you used it as leverage to pull yourself closer into him You could hear the sounds of pleasure from his throat and untangled yourself from him, standing up.