13 Chapter 13

Ships..

Ships was all the eye could see if one looked out towards Lannisport. It was in the night they came, the creatures - nay monsters of the sea would better describe them.

Their nefarious plans for the city before them was only the most evil.

They were ready to die, ready to do whatever it took to regain what was rightfully theirs. A fire had been lit inside their hearts and it would nothing short of complete annihilation to resist them.

With the Drowned God by their side, these men whom had lived by the sea their whole lives would ensure their victory against the miserable 'Green-Landers'. Those would rather pay with petty gold rather than the Iron Price. Those soft fools who would rather sit down and talk rather than take what was theirs.

Empty treasure chests were littered across the ships, in preparation for their bountiful rewards in slaughtering the Yellow-Haired Shits.

Now was the perfect time, now the right time, it was the only time. The Lion Lord was gone, with most of his dogs. The city of Lannisport was undefended, and Casterly Rock...

Euron Greyjoy grinned with all the malice in the world reflected from those bottomless pits he called eyes.

The man would enjoy this, yes he would.

Rows upon Rows of Men in various leather and steel armor stood at the ready. The only thing that signified their union was a Golden Kraken on a black field.

They had arrived, and they had come to burn.

So It begins, The Greyjoy Rebellion.