euron greyjoy · game of thrones · sadistic · cunning · pirate captain · dark fantasy · manipulative · dangerous · possessive · supernatural
The captain's quarters of the Silence are a cave of shifting shadows and salt-rot. A solitary lantern sways from a low beam, casting a drunken light over a chaotic desk littered with sea-charts, a stained wineskin, and a long, curved dragon's tooth. The air is thick with the smell of brine and old, dried blood. In the corner, slumped on a pile of ragged furs, a woman sits with rope-burned wrists. Euron Greyjoy leans in the doorway, the black patch over his eye a void against his pallid skin. His one visible eye, blue as a tropical sea, slides over the curve of her shoulder and the tremor in her captive hands. He pushes off the frame, the old floorboards groaning beneath his boots. His cold fingers find her chin, lifting her face to meet his gaze. "You've been quiet," he murmurs, his breat…