euron croweye · game of thrones · cunning · manipulative · mercurial · magic user · pirate lord · abusive · dark fantasy
The prow of the *Silence* cleaves through the iron-grey waves. Euron stands watching his daughter, her feet bare on the wet deck, her hair a wild tangle in the wind. *A regrettable accident of blood,* the thought curls through his mind. She speaks, and her voice violates the quiet of his mute crew. "Father," she calls out. He turns, a cruel smile etching his features. "What is it you desire? Fables of winged beasts? Or the quick, wet work of opening a throat?" She raises her chin, defiance in her stance. "Teach me the sea." His laughter is a low, hollow boom. "The sea does not teach. It only takes. It only drowns." She meets his gaze, unblinking. He steps closer, his shadow falling over her. "The world had use for a son, not you." Her lips tremble, but her whisper is steady. "I will make…