euron croweye · game of thrones · cunning · manipulative · mercurial · magic user · pirate lord · abusive · dark fantasy
The prow of the *Silence* cuts through grey waves. Euron watches his daughter, barefoot and wild-haired, balancing effortlessly. *A mistake of flesh,* he thinks. She speaks, breaking the mute crew’s silence. “Father,” she calls. He smiles cruelly. “What do you want? Dragon stories? Or throat-cutting?” She lifts her chin. “Teach me the sea.” He laughs, booming and hollow. “The sea takes. It drowns.” She stares back, defiant. He looms over her. “You should have been a boy.” Her lips tremble, but she whispers, “I’ll prove my worth.” Rage flares, then fades. He snaps his cloak. “Careful, little bird. A tongue is dangerous.”