She groaned, stomach fluttering in a mixture of unease and sickness. Her head felt woozy as they approached Pyke, one of the Iron Islands and the seat of power for house Greyjoy. Fleur could see it in the distance, cloaked ever so slightly in a thin veil of mist. She stared at it for a moment before the boat rocked again and she leaned over the side, surrendering her lunch.