Ankyra Sound from the depths you hear our call

Where Aktaiê traveled, Greyjoy was never far behind. Like Psamathe, he had been following the priestess, though at a respectable distance, keeping a watchful eye on the woman who would become the Matriarch of this branch of the Nereides bloodline. He also used the time to map the coastline in his head, to keep track of the area they would soon call home and the immediate surrounding areas.

So it did not take the hoplite long to reach the cliff upon which she stood, following upon the heels of Psamathe, feeling and hearing the others surrounding them. It was moments such as this when he would forget himself, he would gaze upon the teal-eyed beauty ahead, and he would hold hope within his heart. Though he knew it was never to be, Greyjoy believed the love he harbored for the Nereides was purer and truer than any he had ever heard tell of before, and he would do anything for her sake.