Darya had always loved the sea, her father used to take her out on his ship and they would spend months on end sailing and visiting foreign lands. That all ended the night her father's ship was attacked and Darya was taken to Astapor as a slave. Yea...
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Darya clutched a dagger in her hand as she snuck onto one of Euron's ships. A part of Darya wished that Euron himself would be on board, just so she could get a chance to kill the man herself. Or at least help as Yara did it herself... She spotted a man leant back against his chair, loud snores erupting from his throat as he slept. He, however, was soon startled awake by a loud creaking sound coming from behind Darya.
The woman turned and glared at Theon before rushing forward and slicing her dagger across the awakening man's throat.
"Could you be any more fucking obvious?" she whispered, turning back to the Greyjoy who just stared back at her guiltily.
"Sorry..." Theon murmured in response, Darya rolling her eyes before continuing forward.
This time she walked at a normal pace, the sound of the rest of their crew killing the men aboard Euron's ship providing more than enough cover. Darya quickly sheathed her dagger and pulled out her sword as she heard thundering footsteps approach.
They didn't even have enough time to spot her before her sword sliced through the air, a body thudding to the ground moments after its head. Her and Theon fought them off as more came, attracted by the sound of swords clashing as well as the pitiful gargles and shouts of death.
"Go get Yara! I'll hold them off!" Theon yelled over the noise, glancing briefly over his shoulder to see Darya already cutting her way through the crowd.
When the woman finally reached the captain's quarters she was met with the sight of a hulking mass of a man guarding the door, an axe already drawn before his eyes even landed on her. Darya ducked as he came barreling towards her, already analyzing his movements inside her head. She had fought many men like this before, they were all strength and size, all offense and no defense. That was how Darya knew that as soon as his axe was hurtling toward her head, all she had to do was duck and-
There was a grunt of pain as Darya lodged her sword up through his unprotected rib cage, the man looking down as if he couldn't believe that he lost. Darya just raised her leg up and kicked him backwards, his body sliding off her sword and knocking down the door behind him.
"Darya?" came the hoarse voice of Yara, the Greyjoy woman staring up at her in shock as the blonde stepped over the dead body and made quick work or her restraints.
"Yes, it's me. Now, as much as I would love to do the entire sappy reunion thing, I left your brother fighting three of Euron's men so we should probably get going," Darya rushed out, placing a quick kiss on her lips before shoving an axe into her hands.
"Well then, lead the way," Yara replied with a smirk.
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Yara groaned in relief as she slipped into the bath, even if it had gotten a bit chilled. Darya just watched, leaning against the closed door as the woman scrubbed the dirt and grime from her hair.
