Edaline was locked in a dank cabin below deck - there was one tiny window where she could see boots moving and lights flickering.
It place was icy.
She was thankful for that small favor.
Someone threw a disgusting blanket that looked like it could stand up and tell it's own tales - probably for her to warm up.
They cut the rope binding her hands - after all where would she go?
She kicked it away with her wet boots.
The bone numbing cold was waking her up, making her feel stronger and better.
She wasn't vomiting every time the ship moved here - probably because of the temperature as well,
She should have been terrified - and she was.
She was terrified of Jon finding her missing, thinking she fell overboard - who would guess she got snatched so silently off a FUCKING SHIP.
She was terrified of the guilt he will feel, his heartbreak as he tells Sansa, blaming himself.
She was terrified of what her lover will do to the entire world when she didn't return.
That - that scared her the most.
She promised him she would be safe.
As much as she loved her king she knew deep inside who and what he was - she knew Jon Snow, Sansa people she loved, Winterfell - he would leave them unharmed for her and only her.
But if he lost her, she couldn't imagine the icy fury he would unleash on those he presumed were tasked with her safety. They wouldn't even know why his sudden rage fell on them.
Her king was - he was winter itself, she should have made better plans, made sure she had a way to contact him even here.
She felt as stupid and young as she was at that moment.
As stupid as she did after Hardhome.
As for being captured - yes, she should be scared of the men upstairs - but he said he was taking her to Cercei for blackmail purposes so no murder
At least that means they would let her family know she was alive, but who would let HIM know…would there even be time if she tried to fix this?
Everything else she could handle.
If her soft sweet sister survived in the hands of the Lannisters this long.
She didn't even think of Euron Greyjoy as a threat.
Edaline exhaled sharply and if she wasn't so furious she might have noticed the clouds her breath was forming in the icy air.
Euron Greyjoy changed into dry clothes and had a few to celebrate his success before he went to check on his little guest.
She should be nice and terrified now. Maybe if she behaved he would let her warm up his bed tonight.
He walked into the darkened room and was disappointed to see her sitting in the corner with that mouth pursed like a little brat and her arms crossed and not crying and cowering like she should have been.
When he walked in - she looked startled and annoyed - like he disturbed her walking in here and she wasn't his prisoner and half his size.
This little northern bitch was really starting to get under his skin with her lack of respect for the Ironborn. The always showed no respect!
He grabbed her roughly by the arm and lifted her easily restraining her with one arm as he stroked her breasts and the dip between her legs with his other hand.
"Well there little Edaline? That's your name? Me and you are going to have a little fun until I deliver you to my queen - I bet you never even seen a cock before so you are in for a treat"
And he unfastened his breeches and pushed Edaline to to her knees. Expertly prying her mouth open - clearly he has done this before.
"If you bite, I will cut off your tongue"
Edaline who was so lost in her angry thoughts and worry was completely thrown back by this sudden change of events.
She simply didn't consider the possibility that many Westeros men behaved in a way that Yarro and his cannibals did.
After all, even Ramsay was Sansa's husband before he ever touched her.
And she never even bothered to look at Euron or what demons he was harboring - he simply didn't catch her attention the way others sometimes did.
Because she was naive and stupid she realized. Oh gods old and new how naive of an idiot she still was.
His cock was big, it was true, but it wasn't beautiful like her King's - (even when he used another body) it wasn't smooth and silky and cold, it was - so… hot and sticky.
Everything in her experience with her lover was beautiful and cold and sometimes cruel but always intense and it alway drove her crazy with desire for him to wrap her mouth there.
This was… a meat sausage. The thought made her giggle and she almost choked as she laughed.
Euron pulled her by the hair to see her laughing - he was expecting the usual crying choke and was giving this cunt a breath so she wouldn't hurl on him.
She was…. laughing.
He slapped her and she just giggled again and wiped her mouth.
Edaline suddenly saw the entire sweaty hard breathing flushing LIVING man with his sausage cock out as extremely funny.
He was no match for her lover of no breath or heartbeat who in moments of intense pleasure made ancient pines crack and fall from freezing and snow storms bury entire forests because of what HIS night queen did to him with her mouth hands and body.
Who was this…,? This wasn't even a proper man if he had to force himself on women.
"It's just, it's so tiny, if it's hereditary I am not even sure how Theon noticed a difference" she said between giggles.
He smacked her hard enough for her lip to bust open.
But the taste of her blood.. just reminded her of who she was more.
She was the Night Queen, lover of the Night King himself who was marching his eternal army of the dead to wipe out most of the living.
Who was in love with her, who fathered the child she carried inside. How DARE…
She laughed harder and beckoned him from the floor.
"Come here… Euron, is this all you got for me? A tiny cock and some fists?"
Euron roared and jumped on top of her lifting up her dress and plunging his cock, only made harder by his anger, into her pussy.
Then he froze.
He literally froze.
The bitch was cold as ice, where warm wet (or he was expecting in her case tight and dry) piece of heaven laid between every woman's legs, his cock plunged into what felt like the iciest waters he ever touched.
Her skin… it felt like… all he could think of was bodies he pulled out from the sea after the drowned god was done with them.
Her thighs, her hands her breasts were so…
He yanked his cock out and scooted away from her.
She stood up, lifting the rest of her dress over her head and discarding it on the floor, left in just a wet bodice and smallclothes both of which he ripped earlier that night.
She slowly peeled those off too, leaving her beautiful body totally nude.
At least he vaguely registered it should have been beautiful. But he never seen anything more repulsive in his life.
Her white skin in the eerie half light of the cabin did look like something sent back by the drowned god.
No living human should be this pale - almost blue.
Her long hair loose around her shoulders was still wet, it looked wetter, it looked positively like someone who was just pulled up from the ocean floor.
He could have sworn he saw strings of seaweed caught in it. A lot of seaweed.
Edaline smiled at him, her lips no longer a pouty red, but grey and swollen - the blood from his punch dripping out and freezing in solid lines on her face and breasts.
Her black eyes now looked completely black, like eyes of someone he once saw drown in a black bog.
She ran her deathly white hand over herbreasts.
"Come Euron, show me ALL the things you were going to do to me, it's been so lonely in here. I am so lonely and cold"
And the air did feel icy and he could see his breath forming in it.
She ran her hands through her hair and more water ran from it dripping down her body, slowly leaking off her feet and freezing as it creeped up the floor towards him.
She was slowly walking towards him. Naked and pale.
A lot of tales are told on the iron islands by superstitious people worshiping the drowning god. What is dead may never die.
Euron Greyjoy remembered them all!
The one about a drowned maiden that will drag your ship under on a moonless night, the one about women on top with fish tails for legs who sang the tired sailor towards crashing into rocks in the fog.
The one about the army of the drowned god that could rise from the bottom of the sea.
Dead bloated arms reaching up your ship - wet rotten feet of every man you ever drowned, every ship you ever sunk..,
She just kept walking towards him, those lips forming into a kiss.
"Captain?" A light shone into the tiny room and the spell was broken. Euron saw Edaline was standing a few feet away from him - arms crossed over her naked breasts, her smile predatory - but the floor was dry, her hair was dry. Her skin was still so pale and it was still so cold here.
He shivered in disgust at the thought of ever touching her again.
It would be a while before he touched any woman, and she would have dark skin and it would be very warm where he was!
He tucked his limp cock in and ran out. A few moments later someone threw a dry dress and a clean blanket in for her. No one came to bother her the rest of the night