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Four: Proposals

Mother of Dragons

Varys reentered the throne room just as fast as he left it when sent to fetch the new unexpected guest. Now striding beside him is a man Dany had been wondering when she'd meet.

Dany appraises Euron Greyjoy throughly as he strides confidently in the large candle lit room and decides he looks as every bit as formidable as legend says. One look into his crazed, teal eyes presents a hard, blood thirsty man. The sea made flesh.

She sneaks another peak at Jon Snow and finds he compares in many ways to the Sea King.

Handsome, scarred men, both claiming themselves Kings, hardened by life. Even though he has yet to say a word, Dany immediately recognizes Eurons rough exterior almost like a perfectly crafted bravado, much like a whores thrall. Jon seems . . . more organic in a way. A part of him he can't hide, not something he revels in. And His eyes aren't crazed — they're haunted.

Dany becomes uncomfortable with herself when she then compares her own personality to these men. Does she present herself with dignity as Ned Starks son does? Or does she seem like her fathers daughter?

Euron Greyjoy halts only when forced to by the Dothraki standing on the steps below their Khaleesis throne. He looks around the room, a jokers smirk on his chapped lips and a defiant look in his wild eyes.

"Your Grace," Varys says, "presenting Euron Greyjoy of the Iron Islands."

"King," Euron supplements loudly, "of the Iron Islands."

Varys displaces himself from the proud Kraken and walks to Daenerys's side.

Missandei raises her chin proudly; she'd confided in her Queen not that long ago that this was her favorite part.

King in the North

"You are standing in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen the First of Her Name. Rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Rightful Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Protector of the Realm. Queen of Meereen. Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea. The Unburnt. The Breaker of Chains and The Mother of Dragons."

Mother of Dragons? What? Jon doesn't have long to dwell on the odd title.

Daenerys looks down at Euron unflinchingly, even as his gaze goads her. When the queens . . . Friend, finishes, Euron bows mockingly and licks his lips suggestively, looking at her like she was something to eat. Jon tells himself the subsequent anger that boils in his blood is because that's no way to look at any woman untoward, and he almost succeeds, if even a small part of him still focuses on his own oddly placed jealousy.

Daenerys Targaryen is beautiful, of course any man can see that.

He doesn't dwell long as Euron turns his gaze to him and Jon wishes again he was wearing armor.

"And who might you be?" He asks Jon, tilting his head and putting his hands behind his back.

Jon looks to the man, barely hiding his disgust, then to Davos after an awkward pause.

The old smuggler jerks slightly, momentarily forgetting his duty.

"This is Jon Snow . . . He's King in the North."

Jon looks back to Euron only slightly embarrassed by his Hands' lack of eloquence.

Eurons eyes light up and he giggles as he turns back to the Queen.

"A-a-ah, I see, I did hope I would present myself as your first suitor, but that's alright; I don't mind a little competition. Anyone else I'll need to kill to win your affections?" He twists in place looking around the grand, dim room.

Jon eyes Dany, once again unsure of what to do in this foreign situation.

"There will be no killing, you are here under a peace agreement and that goes both ways. And as for my suitors, you are not one, which makes them none of your business."

Jon swallows the lump in his throat when he realizes she didn't correct Greyjoy — that Jon isn't a suitor, but to her, a Usurper. He looks to her again, his manhood hardening against his will at her otherworldly beauty.

"If that's all you came here to say, Lord Greyjoy —"

"The moment I was chosen, fairly, as King of the Iron Islands, my niece and nephew turned on me, their own uncle. They stole my best ships and ran. To you." He points rudely at Daenerys, that infuriating smirk still in place. "It's nothing compared to what you've suffered of course, but still, it bothers me. I know you have joined your forces with them but I offer you the chance to change your allegiance. Join your forces with a rightful monarch and together we will destroy all our enemies instead of sulking on our islands."

Tyrion steps forward, eyeing Euron as if he were a bear instead of a man.

"But you're not a rightful monarch, are you? The Greyjoys rebelled against the crown for the right to be independent, but if I recall you were soundly defeated. Come to mention it, weren't you the one who started that rebellion by sailing to Casterly Rock and burning the Lannister fleet? You certainly caught us there. Of course we made it to the Iron Islands anyway."

Euron giggles again.

"I remember it well, your brother was there — I saw him. I heard so much talk, "the best in the world, no one can stop the Kingslayer . . .""

Jon watches sympathetically as Daenerys flinches slightly, unable to hide her discomfort at the mention of the man that slayed her father.

"I didn't believe it, to be honest. But I must say when he rushed through the breach and started cutting people down . . . It was glo-o-orious."

Everyone in the room looks on with disgust as he smiles again, readjusting his collar nonchalantly.

"They were your own kin." Daenerys says, unimpressed.

Euron shrugs. "Place was getting crowded. But that day was a special one for me. If Jamie Lannister hadn't crushed us, I wouldn't have gone into exile, and if I hadn't done that, I wouldn't I have become the greatest captain of the 14 seas this world has ever seen. We share that in common, Dragon queen, don't we? A little exile did us good."

Daenerys sneers, but even that can't taint how comely she is.

"So —" Euron tries to move closer to Daenerys but is once again stopped by the fierce Dothraki men, Jon himself also shifting so as to stop that mad man from moving any closer to her.

"— I offer you the chance to set things right. Denounce your support of my niece, help me kill her and my ships will be all yours."

Dany looks down at him long and hard.

"And marry you, as well, correct? Is that what you ask in return?"

Euron licks his lips again, angering Jon further.

Get your head our of your arse, Snow!

"Yes. Ever since I was a little boy I wanted to marry the most beautiful woman in the world, so here I am. Standing in the presence of the most beautiful woman in the world, with a thousand ships and —"

"— And a big cock, right?" Dany interrupts mockingly, everyone stunned by what she just said, "or did Yara feed me false information?"

Jon realizes Dany must be quoting Eurons words back at him.

Euron licks his lips once again and provocatively adjusts himself as Daenerys eyes basically say "check mate."

"You don't trust my intentions. Understandable. In my experience the surest way to a woman's heart is with a gift. A priceless gift."

Euron strides to the entrance, throws the doors open and curls his fingers to someone out of view.

Another Iron born man comes into view, dragging behind him a man with his wrists tied up and a hood on his head.

Euron takes control of the prisoner and forces him before the Queen.

"For you, Your Grace," he rips off the mans hood, "the bastard of Robert Baratheon."


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