crows nest

"And make death proud to take us." Euron Greyjoy of the Iron Islands, Captain of the SIlence

[genna-thelioness-deactivated202]

“Family and friends… though I doubt they truly count as more than merely allies, but they serve their purpose all the same.” The wicked gleam in Genna’s eyes intensified as she stared into those of the strange man next to her. He seemed to be enjoying her brazen attitude, which was a rare find indeed.

She thought briefly of how her brothers would react to her interaction with him; Genna was certain they would be appalled but not surprised… except Gerion, who would role his eyes in order to hide his mirth toward her exasperating ways. “The only intentions I own are those of following my own free will. I do not concern myself with the opinions of sheep.”

[eurxn-blog]

"Allies we cannot choose," Euron concurred with a sharp nod. It was something he understood too well, particularly where his brothers were concerned. He could only imagine how different his family would compare to hers, though unsurprisingly she gave him no insight whatsoever in that regard. That was a positive, he supposed. It showed there was true cunning in her.

"A noble motto, my lady. I can only see it getting you into the worst kinds of trouble. For instance, if someone were to find you close enough to kiss a Greyjoy, I cannot see them being best pleased."

[bethany-ryswell]

Bethany couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows slightly at how he’d taken her sharp words so easily. Either they hadn’t been as bad as she had thought or the man in front of her simply didn’t care. Perhaps she just wasn’t at all of any interest to him, her dress seemed to be but it wasn’t as though she herself came across as a very convincing threat. “I suppose I would have no way of knowing. However, it is rare to meet someone who isn’t a lord who has such confidence with someone who is highborn.” She said it quite matter-of-factly, not thinking any less of anyone simply because they hadn’t been fortunate to be born into a life like hers.

His lingering glance made her feel slightly uncomfortable at the unexpectedness of it but she reused to let that show. She wasn’t rattled quite so easily. As she glanced at his hand she couldn’t help but wonder where he was from. Something in his accent was familiar but she was struggling to place it. What he said about the clothes where he was from only made her more curious. “And where is it you are from that you have been so starved of fine dresses, as you called it?” Bethany took a step closer to him, knowing it wasn’t exactly proper for her to do so but she’d almost given up caring. Nonetheless, she studied him carefully as she did so. “I suppose I quick look won’t hurt anyone.”

[eurxn-blog]

Euron gave the trusting girl a smile filled with warmth, and shifted to the front of the bench. With a surprisingly delicate movement,  he draw a thumb along the fabric of the dress, before grabbing a fistful of it and yanking the woman down with a sharp tug. In truth, her slight was minimal, but something about her struck Euron as meek, and he was not a man to miss an opportunity.

"Somewhere slights like that would earn you a black eye, and it would be an awful shame to ruin that pretty face of yours, wouldn't it?"

[rhaenysthedragon]

“Oh, you are not one of my “betters”. I don’t think a king would ever look like you. I’d expect more gold chains and silk fabrics from a king.” She chuckled. “Are you even a Lord? You look more like a pirate than a Lord.” 

“Why must you be so rude? If plan to spend time in court you’ll have to learn to hold your tongue or you might find yourself an enemy to many High Lords and Ladies.” She rolled her eyes at his statement. “I never told you I was from the North. Do I look like a Northerner to you?” She crossed her arms over her chest, glaring down at the man.

[eurxn-blog]

"I am, as a matter of fact, a Lord," he assured her. Antagonising this one was less exciting than it usually was, he found. She had a certain indignant attitude that was more irritating than amusing. "My name is Lord Euron Greyjoy, of the Iron Islanders."

"I find rudeness breeds anger, and more often than not, even ladies show their true colours when they're angry. You, for instance, are easily brought to boil," he explained, giving her tight-lipped smile. "You don't look as much like a Northerner down here, but it's an unmistakable accent, and one I recognise well."

[krakenrodrik]

Rodrik scowled and clenched his jaw as Euron spoke to him the way he might speak to little Theon, and cursed the Drowned God for letting the tides bring his uncle to the capital. He had worked so hard, and let go of so much of what he believed in for the position he held in King’s Landing. The last thing he needed was foul-mouthed, quick-tongued Euron here to ruin that. 

“Nice to know you have assumed that responsibility, Uncle, seeing as I can hardly remember you being in the Iron Islands, let alone taking part in being a lord of them, when I was there.” The younger kraken said bitterly, Euron’s words only emphasised the sickening fact that he had a greater claim to the islands it had once been Rodrik’s right to rule. “And no, I still bear the Greyjoy name. Exiled or not, I am still Lord Balon’s son, whether he or I like it or not.”

[eurxn-blog]

Seeing his nephew visibly riled gave Euron an intense sense of satisfaction, and one he was not eager to be quiet about. "Very true," Euron allowed with a gesture of his hand in place of a nod. It would be a lie to say he had spent much time on Pyke in many years. "They don't much care about that here, though. Personal achievement means very little compared to a name people recognise, and what name is so familiar as Greyjoy? If you've managed to hang onto it as you say, I'm sure you've already heard what they have to say about our family. Stirring stuff," he remarked with clear disdain.

"Sorry to hear you and my brother haven't kept in touch," he added, just on the off chance his stream of insults was becoming too impersonal.

[genna-thelioness-deactivated202]

Genna was quickly becoming fascinated by the rough-looking man at her side. She looked down at his folded hands and back up to his curious stare. Oh how delightfully interesting, she thought.

“Being at court requires you to socialize and sit with strangers on a regular basis, and the threat is just as great. And I have always been particularly fond of doing as I please.” Genna leaned slightly forward, into his personal space. “You could indeed end my life quite easily. But it would be the last thing you do as a man wholly intact.”

[eurxn-blog]

"Oddly, I got that feeling from you," Euron replied with a pointed smirk. He kept himself steady as she leaned closer to him, though privately he was undoubtedly surprised by her forwardness. In a place where so many of his own morals and actions were rejected as uncouth, it was a curiosity to see them reflected to an extent in such an unlikely host.

It was yet more curious that under such threats of violence he felt so compelled. "How stirring," he teased. "Have friends in high places, do you? Wouldn't they shudder to see you now - Or is that your intention?"

[rhaenysthedragon]

“You are in public. You might want to act a bit more lordly.” Lyanna said, glaring at the man. “Who are you then? I’m pretty sure you’re not the king nor any member of the royal family. You can’t be that important.” 

[eurxn-blog]

"All the more reason to act like an entitled prick, surely," Euron reasoned with a smile, though he sat up all the same, resting his hands in his lap as he looked up at her. "You're pretty sure I'm not the King? I should hope you have a better eye for your betters than that. It would be a sad realm indeed if the Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms looked a thing like me," he continued, gesturing to himself and his attire - all dark and leathery, a far throw from the finery of the Sourthron court.

"You're correct, of course. I'm no King just yet, though by that measure I'll wager you're no Queen and have no right to command me thus. If you'd kindly waggle your pretty Northern arse in someone else's face, I'm sure it would save us both a great deal of breath."

[bethany-ryswell]

Bethany had resolved to stay calm and well mannered, offering te man a polite, if strained smile. “I was distracted so once again I apologise, though I have to say it’s not where you would expect to ever disturb someone.” She had almost succeeded, apart from perhaps a small dig about where he had chosen to sleep, until his last comment. Once again the man managed to rile her and politeness was no longer a priority for her. The side of her she usually worked so hard to keep at bay to maintain appearances rose to the surface and before she knew it curt words rolled off her tongue. “And perhaps you could afford some manners, it’s not as if they cost anything.”

[eurxn-blog]

Euron shrugged a shoulder dismissively. “Perhaps I haven’t a penny. How would you know? But you, you advertise it,” he pointed out with a gesture to her dress. He lingered perhaps a little too long in the gesture, and flicked his tongue over his lips in thought before he looked back up at her again.

“That is a very fine dress, if I may say so. Unlike the others down here. Where I’m from there isn’t much appreciation for finely made garb.” He sat up gradually, and held out a hand, apparently having forgotten their previous cursing. “May I take a look?” He splayed his hand out for her to see. “I promise I’m not filthy.” 

[queenoftheiron-islands-deactiva]

After a long and hard trip, a walk through the garden was more than desirable. Beautiful flowers were a rare sight after years of living in place like the Iron Islands. The vast majority of people often tends to underestimate the power of flowers and gardens.But Alannys wasn’t one of them.Flowers would always bring happiness and joy to her heart.And those were the only two things she didn’t have. Suddenly, her serenity was interrupted by a loud snoring.

She came nearer to see who to person was, but before she could have seen anything she heard a voice. The voice was too familiar. “That’s all you have to say?” she tried to say as coldly as she could. “Forgive me, for disturbing your rest, I’ll leave you to your dreams.”

[eurxn-blog]

Her voice came before any sense did. With thumb and forefinger, Euron rubbed his eyes to convince himself he wasn’t seeing illusions. On recognising his brother’s wife, his heart sprang and sunk simultaneously, though it was enough to raise him quickly to his feet. “Don’t be so serious,” he insisted, as though he had not meant his words a moment ago.

He regretted standing so purposefully, as for once his mind drew blank. “I confess, I don’t much know what to say to you.” His fingers flexed and unclenched at his sides. “I’m so very pleased to see you again.” It felt like a strangely empty statement, though it was undoubtedly true.

[genna-thelioness-deactivated202]

Genna raise a perfectly shaped eyebrow at the man’s bravado. There was something about the stranger that seemed almost familiar to her. Perhaps he was indeed highborn, she thought with growing interest. She glanced at the space he was gesturing at and gracefully sat upon it, all the while keeping eye-contact with him.

“Not any longer. Besides, I’m surprisingly good at sharing.”

[eurxn-blog]

Euron raised an eyebrow of his own at her response, and allowed his mouth to curl into a smirk. There was a brazenness here that suggested this woman was not so similar to the weakly bred ladies he had already encountered - not as much as he assumed anyway. Of course, he could simply ask her name, but the challenge of guessing was all too intriguing.

This gaze of hers was a challenge in its own right; one Euron accepted without prompting, matching her eye-contact. “On the topic of surprises, do you often sit with strangers?” he asked, folding his hands into her lap. “Bearing in mind - you being a woman of worth - I could stab you very easily from this position.”

[thevipersparamour-deactivated20]

When she heard the stranger’s voice,she turned around. ‘’I’m not?Now I’m disappointed.’’ Ellaria said while she was walking towards the end of the hall. ‘’The answer will depend on who’s asking.’’ She said to the mysterious man. The light of the candles was weak and she could barely see his face. Ellaria loved the attention of the strangers. And she often received it.

[eurxn-blog]

“Do be serious,” Euron insisted with a tightening of his lips. “I’m not looking to flirt on this particular occasion. I would like to know if I can steal this thing without incurring the wrath of some apparently insomniac matriarch.” As he spoke, he gestured with his candle first to the sculpture, then back at Ellaria with a controlled patience. 

[krakenrodrik]

Rodrik felt strangely self-conscious as his uncle looked him over. For many young boys they wanted to be just like their fathers, however for Rodrik it had never been so. Instead he had wanted to be like his uncles. fierce like Victarion and cunning like Euron. But now, here he was, not really anything like either of them; dressed in greenlander clothes that he certainly did not pay the iron price for, and in a place he would never dreamed of setting foot in, let alone living in, only months ago.

“I’ve had enough bad luck lately, that I doubt it would have any effect.” Rodrik said, with a sigh and a roll of his eyes. He had worked so far, he didn’t need Euron here to ruin the reputation he’d made for himself here at court, no matter how fake it was. “You know very well I don’t mean here, here.” Rodrik motioned to the garden. “I mean in the capital, Crow’s Eye…”

[eurxn-blog]

“Really?” asked the older man and tilted his head to the side, offering him an exaggerated frown of concern. “How very tragic for you.” With a sigh that tilted his head all the way back, Euron childishly rolled his eyes at his nephew. “Of course I know what you mean, boy. I’m no lackwit, rest assured.”

“For all intents and purposes, I’m a lord of the Iron Islands,” he explained slowly, as though he were speaking to a much younger boy, while he still lay across the bench. “That’s enough of an excuse to invite myself wherever I please. Or perhaps you’ve forgotten. I forget myself, was your title officially revoked? Haven’t you technically been made Rodrik Pyke by now?” He finished, unable to suppress a grin.

[bethany-ryswell]

Once again they had been given a beautifully hot day in King’s Landing which Bethany had quickly learned to appreciate greatly. It lifted her spirits and she took enjoyment in exploring the gardens once more. As much as she loved her home she knew that they could never boast gardens such as these and she was almost determined to have as much of them memorised as possible for she knew it could well be the last time she saw them. The peace of them was soothing until it was disturbed by loud snoring and then a man speaking to her. “Oh forgive me, my lord.” Something in his tone or perhaps his tutting irritated her and she found her tone taking on a much chiller quality than usual. “I did not realise that there would be anyone here to disturb.”

[eurxn-blog]

“Then perhaps you ought to use your eyes? Or else invest in a pair of spectacles,” he suggested sarcastically, noting the shift in her tone. It seemed the majority of people around here had their heads in the clouds, though Euron wasn’t sure why he was surprised at this point. Looking her up and down, he added “I assume you can afford such a splurge.”

[eurxn-blog]

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[krakenrodrik]

It had been months since Rodrik had seen anyone from his homeland bar the occasional shadow of a Greyjoy longship on the horizon which the young kraken had convinced himself were imagined. When he saw the ever familiar figure of his uncle Euron sprawled out on of the benches in the gardens he at first thought he was imagining that too until the sound of the grating snores reached his ears. He had heard them before, definitely, as a little boy through the thick walls of Pyke, and as he got closer there was no doubt that this man was who he thought he was. Especially when he opened his eyes - or rather eye -, and his mouth. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Rodrik said, not sure whether he was happy to see Euron or not, moving towards his uncle and sneering slightly. He didn’t bother covering up his harsh Iron Islands accent as he did when talking to the greenlanders, there was no need. 

[eurxn-blog]

Euron looked his nephew over with the hint of a smile, taking in all the changes the south had made to the lad. While life here had clearly made some marks on him, Euron admitted to himself that he was pleased to see the Iron still ran through his blood. A part of him wanted to stand up and shake him by the hand, for it was unusual to find two men of their ilk so far from the sea. Though the part of him that resented Rodrik as his brother's son - and, ultimately, little more than an obstacle - was felt far more strongly.

In response to Rodrik's question  - though it came more across as something rather harsher than that - Euron gestured down at himself. "Sleeping, up until recently. You know, in many places they say it's poor luck to wake a sleeping man - that his dreams'll come after you. Have you ever heard that one, lad?"

[rhaenysthedragon]

The girl was unsure if the man in front of her was a servant or some drunken lord who hadn’t made it back to his chambers. “You should not be sleeping here.” Lyanna had spent the last few days sitting in that very same bench he was on. “Or at least sit up so I can sit down.” She said, running a hand through her hair. “Who are you anyways?”

[eurxn-blog]

Euron made no move and only gave the young woman a long and challenging look, assuring her of his intentions to remain where he was. "And why not? What law is there that a man cannot lay down his head to rest when he is tired?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. "You ought to be more careful with that tongue of yours, my lady. I could be anybody for all you know."

[genna-thelioness-deactivated202]

“Not at all. My apologies for disturbing your beauty rest. Though with the sounds you were making it was hard to tell if indeed you were resting or rather being strangled by some sort of beast,” Genna quipped with the slight raise of an eyebrow. She could not tell if the man before her was a weary lord or a homeless urchin by the looks of him. If he were an urchin, his rudeness, as intriguing as it was, would need to be put in check, she thought.

[eurxn-blog]

Any irritation was difficult to hold onto when faced with the apparently untouchable confidence of a highborn lady. Or at least, he assumed that was her nature. Her colouring and finery already spoke volumes about her identity that didn't leave much to guesswork. It was an odd way to be, to advertise so much through appearance alone, but it seemed the custom of the continent.

Euron laughed loudly at her remark and pushed himself into a sitting position, swinging his legs over the side of the bench. "I may deign to forgive you," he replied with a small smirk. "I suppose I have all the time in the world to catch up. Not taking up your favourite spot, am I?" He gestured to the space on the bench beside him, not expecting her to take him up on the 'offer.'

[thevipersparamour-deactivated20]

Ellaria was walking  through a long hallway.The only sound that was filling the hallway was her breathing.No matter how hard she’d been trying to fall asleep,the dreams never cought her. So there was only one solution,a little adventure. There was nothing more she loved but researching of new places.She had no handmaidens to keep an eye on her.With a candlestic in her hand her little adventure began.The endless Moon shadow was the only light besides the candles. After passing through only a few empty rooms and storages,she found herself in a long hallway.It seemed to be empty. The walls had some carved animals and paintings of people’s faces, which she had never seen before. Everything was so peacefull and quiet until she heard some foot steps in the dark. “Well, I hope I haven’t frightened you.”

[eurxn-blog]

As Euron passed her, he held his own candle close to her face, surveying her features. "Not to worry. You're not very frightening," he assured her with a wink. Initially, he moved ahead enough to make it clear he hadn't intended to stay and chat, though he came to a stop as something caught his eye. One of the elaborate animal carvings that hung from the walls fell under his close inspection, and filled with curiosity, Euron turned his attention back to the woman he had passed. "Do you live here?" he inquired with an odd sort of intensity, holding his candle up to cast light on her again.