AN: Sorry this took so long, but I was busy with finals and then I had writer's block. Hopefully I will be able to make this a more regular thing. I hope everyone had a good Christmas. I did, but I was very upset by the passing of Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds. I named Leya after Princess Leia so yeah... anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones. George R.R. Martin does.

Raena

She let the sea air swirl her hair around. Her face was cold from the water in the atmosphere and she could taste the salt. She liked the way it felt but at the same time she didn't. Traveling across the sea held many painful memories. Arms wrapped around her waist. "Do you enjoy being at sea? You will have to learn to enjoy it. The sea is the Greyjoy's home after all."

"I enjoy the sea," She started. "It's salty to the tongue, sour to the brain… Bad memories. It reminds me of bad memories. We were very young, Marya and I, when it happened. When everything happened."

"The rebellion?" he stated in answer, bring her closer to him.

"The rebellion," She sighed, "In around a year's time after the beginning, Robert had won. He and the Lannisters had decided to dispose of the Targaryens."

"Rhaenys and Aegon, they sent the Mountain after them, didn't they?"

She remained silent for a moment. "Aegon was just a babe… Rhaenys was a good friend. We weren't able to spend time with very many children that weren't relatives. We, kids… we did everything together… stole lemon cakes from the kitchens, snuck around the dungeons playing in dragon skulls, pretending we were knights and princesses and kings and queens and damsels… Things were so simple then." She shivered inexplicably. "They sent the Mountain after us, but they do not like flaunting their failures so no doubt you haven't heard. We were in Dorne, very slowly making our way to the Martells. When the Mountain came Ser Jents was to protect our mother. He died quick enough that we could hear our mother's screams. Ser Zajur carried the both of us to the ship he bought for us. Marya and I were sick for the majority of the journey across the Narrow Sea. I just remember being so sick."

"You're not sick now, are you?" he turned her around to face him.

"No, I am not. We were not sick from the rocking of the waves. We were terribly distraught about our mother and father." She remembered how worried Ser Zajur was at first, and then how annoyed he was about cleaning up their lost meals.

"Ah…" He let out in understanding. "Let us go down to the cabin now." He grabbed her wrist and led her below deck. There the captain's daughter was wandering aimlessly. The girl's plump face took Raena back to the moment they arrived aboard. She had separated from Theon for a moment to explore the ship. When she returned, she found him schmoozing the young girl. Without even bothering to listen to what kind of conversation she took him by the wrist saying only one thing, "Absolutely not."

The sight of her made Raena unnerved. She had not the slightest idea why this girl intrigued Theon, when she was directly in front of him. She had heard stories of his frequent whoring. She had hoped that this would stop but clearly putting a stop to it might be more difficult than she had first thought. Theon's eyes lingered on the girl for another moment. "No," she simply said. He smirked down at her.

Once in the cabin, he tugged at the ties of her dress. When they loosened and the dress could easily be peeled from her body he began to feverishly kiss her shoulder, and then her neck, and then her mouth. Theon's lust was nothing, if not legendary. She had imagined it might be this way, based on just the way he smirked. She never imagined that this would be pleasing to her, and sometimes it wasn't. Sometimes, she was tired. Sometimes, she just wanted to talk. But most of the time she was happily compliant.

He pulled at her sleeve lightly and the material flowed off her body. For a moment, she was cold, but he pushed her down onto the fur covered bed. He crawled on top of her. Instead of unlacing his breeches, he began kiss her lips. She gladly invited his tongue in. He rested his hands on her breasts and thumbed at her nipples. He pulled away from her mouth and moved down her body, trailing kisses across her bare skin. Theon spread her legs with his palms and nested his head between them. His lips grazed her sensitive areas in such a way that she could not help but shiver. He moved his lips more fervently and his tongue. In a way, it was unbearable. Moans escaped her lips, although she attempted to hold them in. She felt like she was becoming undone. As her utterances grew louder, he pulled away. He moved back to her face and planted a wet kiss on her lips. He nipped at her lower lip and as he did so he finally unlaced his breeches.

He thrust into her and she grabbed at his back with her hands. "Theon…" She found his name slipping from her lips. Her mind was going a million miles a minute. She felt her grip on reality loosening. And then it slipped away completely. She shuddered with pleasure. He continued his movements until he spilled his seed into her. He rolled himself off of her and sprawled onto the furs.

She nuzzled her head onto his chest, where she always rested it afterward. Raena had the inexplicable urge to speak to him endlessly. She hadn't the slightest clue what about, but she wanted so desperately to speak about. "That was… amazing…" She looked up at him and trailed her fingers across his jaw. "You have an extraordinary talent for taking my breath away. You really do."

He kissed her head, "Many thanks, my lady." He laid his hand on her breasts, fingers fiddling. He began to kiss her and the words on her tongue melted away.

One night Raena woke while Theon was still fast asleep. As she lay awake she thought back on her brief time at the whore house. It was the middle of the night and both Viserys and Daenerys slept soundly. She and Marya both woke and silently left. They went to the finest establishment in the city. The woman who greeted them was called Madame Lasharys. She had narrow, sultry eyes and sleek dark hair. She spoke with a thick accent. When they asked her for a job, she gladly received them. Every day while Viserys went off to work, the two girls snuck away to the house, leaving Daenerys with the inn owner. She paid them very small amounts of coin to train, since she did not feed or house them.

Raena didn't remember what the man who helped her train looked like but she remembered that he was named Roshk. Without spoiling her, he would coach her on how to behave and how to react. He taught her how to ride a man, like her time with the Dothraki taught her to ride a horse. He taught her how to pleasure a man with her hands and mouth. It took several sessions to finally have it down and keep it down… now that she thought about it, perhaps she should please Theon in this way. The thought comforted her and made her feel powerful, as if she had somethings over him. She could surprise him.

The next morning Raena woke alone. She quickly slipped back on her underclothes. She wanted this to be exactly the way she wanted it. Raena positioned herself in the furs in what she thought was an engaging pose. Soon after, Theon came down to their room, "The islands are in view, you must come see…" He trailed off, "What are you doing?"

"Waiting for you," Raena rose and closed the door to their quarters.

"Well, get dressed. I want you to see the Iron Islands." He simply said. She brushed against his chest with her hand.

"I will, but first I have something for you." He raised his brows at her. She slowly dropped down to her knees. His eyes lit up in realization. She tugged at the laces of his breeches. They came undone and she slid them down wards. She took his manhood in her hands. Then she took him in her mouth, moving her lips and tongue in the way she had been taught. Soon enough he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her closer to him. She noticed that he filled her mouth more than the male whore. He had more hair and smelled not at all like oils and perfume. He smelled salty like the ocean. When the liquid filled her mouth, she braced herself for the nauseating taste. She truly had not forgotten her training because it went down easier than she expected. Some dribbled down her chin.

When she stood up again, Theon relaced. His seed on her chin was distracting so she wiped at it with finger. Fueled by boldness in her heart, she licked it off her finger. He looked at her smirking his smirk. "Are you pleased my Lord Husband?"

He planted a kiss on her lips, "Very. Now get dressed and meet me on the upper deck."