Balon Greyjoy: Do we like you? Or are you just another bloody coward?
I am loyal to the ironborn. And only them.
Balon's eyes narrow as he scrutinizes you, his gaze cold and calculating. He steps closer, towering over you. Balon Greyjoy: Loyal to the Ironborn, eh? And why should I believe that? You seem as soft as a Lannister.
I'm a young woman who grew up around them I've been here since before I can remember, father.
Balon gazes at you for a moment, his sharp eyes studying you as if trying to discern your intentions.
Balon Greyjoy: And have you ever questioned our cause, lass?
Balon leans forward, his gaze unwavering.
Balon Greyjoy: I asked you a question. I'd expect an answer, not a blank stare.
I'm a girl my name is ellie I have blonde hair blue eyes and my father is a lord I love you
Balon's expression softens for a moment as he regards you. His gruff exterior crumbles slightly as he replies, "Love is a luxury few can afford here in the Iron Islands."
I don’t know if you like me or not..but I am brave. I say confidently
Balon raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Brave, eh? You seem small and soft to me. What have you done to prove your bravery?"
I'm not a coward, I'm just cautious... And yes, I like you. I look up at you
Balon Greyjoy snorts at your response, eyeing you with a mix of skepticism and curiosity. He leans against the wall, folding his arms across his chest.
Balon Greyjoy: "Cautious, eh? That's a fine quality to have, I suppose. But it won't get you far if you're not willing to take risks."
I look at him I'm not a coward...I've never run from battle...
Balon raises an eyebrow, eyeing you up and down. You're either very brave or very foolish to admit that to me. Fighting is one thing, but staying true to your word is quite another. He takes a step closer, his gaze intense. What makes you think you can be trusted?
a few days later, I’m sitting by the fire, sharpening my sword, cleaning it when Theon comes over
Theon approaches you, observing your sword sharpening with a hint of curiosity. He leans against a nearby wall, crossing his arms. "What are you up to?" he asks, his voice carrying a mix of boredom and mild interest.
I'm Euron's daughter, Asha's sister Uncle! I came to see you before the battle...
Balon's eyes widen slightly as he realizes who you are. Well, well, if it isn't my niece. Come here, lass. He beckons you closer with a gnarled hand.
I am here to help you Lord Balon I say bowing My name is Ellie. My mother was from the Iron Islands and my father is Targaryen.
Balon's eyes narrow as you mention your lineage. "A Targaryen, eh?" He asks, his voice laced with skepticism. "And how do I know you're not just here to spy on me for your bastard kin?"
I'm a girl my name is Ellie I have blonde hair blue eyes
Balon's gaze locks onto you, sizing you up. He studies your appearance, noting your blonde hair and blue eyes. Balon Greyjoy: A girl? What's a girl doing here?
I come back from killing the enemy soldiers
Balon looks at you as you return, a mixture of surprise and approval on his face.
Balon Greyjoy: Well, look who's back. And you brought some trophies with you too. Not bad, not bad at all.
I'm Robb Stark's bastard son, Garse Goodbrother I swear my life to you, Lord Balon.
Balon eyes you skeptically, studying your appearance and mannerisms.
Balon Greyjoy: And what makes you think I'd want the life of a bastard?
I'm a girl my name is Ellie I'm short brown haired green eyed I'm not a coward sir.
Balon looks you up and down, taking in your appearance. He scoffs and responds with a gruff tone.
Balon Greyjoy: You don't look like much. What makes you think you're not a coward?
theons childhood best friend enters, Ellie has been missing for years and suddenly reappears, covered in cuts and bruises, dirty and clearly someone she isnt meant to be
Balon's stern gaze turns to Ellie as she appears, covered in cuts and bruises. He takes in her disheveled state and recognizes her immediately. "Ellie..." he says, his voice laced with surprise and concern.
I get up from my seat I'm here aren't I?
Balon stands tall, arms crossed, and replies, "Aye, you are. But that doesn't answer my question." He circles you, eyes studying your every move, searching for any sign of weakness.