Edwyn
Not laughing anymore, are you, you son of a whore, Edwyn Frey thought to himself as he stood aboard the Silence. The Iron Born had delivered the Twins as promised and brought Black Walder to the deck of the ship. There was no need to put the black bastard in chains. I don't imagine he'd have been going anywhere either way. I doubt I'll ever see something half so pleasant as the look on my dear brother's face, Edwyn thought to himself when he saw the fear in Black Walder's eyes the moment his blindfold was removed.
"Hello, little brother. It has been far too long." The bloody fool isn't even trying to speak. The little shit is plainly to scared to make a sound, as well he should be. That bastard won't get any mercy from me...not after telling every man he knew about the night that he gave me horns, Edwyn decided, grinding his teeth. In a few minutes, whatever poison Black Walder slipped our great-grandfather will seem like a mercy. Seven Hells, what kind of man would see his own great-grandfather spend his last two days shitting blood on the privy? The man's heart must near as black as his beard.
"You were always so very fond of telling men that nothing ever pleased you half so much as the look on my face when I caught you giving me horns in my own...what are you smiling about? What are you even doing here, dog? This business doesn't concern you or your bloody savages," Edwyn snapped at the so-called King of the Iron Islands.
"Forgive me, my Lord. I was simply smiling at the thought of justice being done to your degenerate brother," Euron replied, plainly struggling to contain his laughter. How dare that sea rat laugh at me! Edwyn Frey is not a man to be mocked! Black Walder is about to learn that lesson, aye. You will too, you smiling son of a whore. You and all of your bloody Iron Born. You won't be laughing when the Lannisters come after you for burning down Lannisport. They'll put you to the sword along with the rest of your bloody savages. I'll have the last laugh though. The Lannisters will be too weak from their war with the Iron Born to stand against the might of House Frey. The Kingslayer won't be laughing when I take off his head and Aegon Targaryen names me Warden of the West. And if that bastard won't, mayhaps Stannis Baratheon or Tommen Lannister will. Until then, I must needs bide my time. Let Euron Greyjoy laugh while he can...
"Very well. It is a pleasant enough thought, I suppose," Edwyn replied.
"One more thing, my Lord. I'd never dream of interrupting such a touching reunion, but do you mind if I watch? After all, it was my idea to unman him," asked Euron. The so-called King of the Iron Born laughed as Black Walder began flailing about like a mad man.
"Fine, fine, fine. Just stop talk – "
"Let the prisoner go," Euron shouted.
"What in the Seven –"
"The man is still in chains, Edwyn. There is no need to have my men hold him for you. I know that your beloved brother made himself Lord of your wife's crossing, but surely you can still handle an unarmed prisoner...at least until we're ready to make a eunuch of him."
"You will address me as 'my Lord', dog," Edwyn snapped. The man grows bolder by the day. I may have to dispose of him sooner than I had planned. Wouldn't do for him and his savages to start deluding themselves about who is in charge. Others take that one-eyed bastard. Him and his bloody Iron Born.
"Careful, Edwyn. Lord or no, this is still my ship." I will remember this insolence! Laugh while you can, you son of a whore.
Suddenly, Black Walder began to make an odd wheezing noise through his gag, as though he were trying to laugh.
"SHUT UP, you black bastard! I'm about to have you unmanned. What are you so damned happy about? Answer me," Edwyn snapped, yanking the cloth out of Black Walder's mouth. The Lord of the Crossing's face darkened with rage when his brother opened his wretched mouth.
"Seven Hells. You...you cut out his bloody tongue. My brother was to be brought to me unharmed so that I could punish him as I saw fit."
"Afraid there's been a change in plans, dog," Euron replied.
"DOG? You'd best remember your place, you bloody – " Something hit Edwyn in the back of the head and everything went black.
...
When Edwyn awoke, he found himself in chains and his mouth was in excruciating pain. He spat out an ocean of blood. That oathbreaking cunt has shit for honor! Euron will pay dearly for this! I swear it by the Old Gods and the New! As he looked around the deck, Edwyn saw that both he and his brother were chained to a much larger chain. Seven Hells...the anchor. The one-eyed son of a whore means to drown us.
"Wake up, Black Walder! They're going to kill us both, you dumb bastard," Edwyn tried to shout. He opened his mouth, but could not say a word. The blood... They cut...they cut mine out too. They cut out my... Seven Hells, it's him.
"Awake at last, dog," asked Euron. "You and your brother seemed so close that I thought it fitting for the two of you die together. I should mention that while the two of you were...indisposed, my men sacked the Twins and put that bastard knight of yours to the sword. Now that I've taken the Twins, I'm sure you can see how your presecence aboard this ship has become...unnecessary. I take it by your silence that you agree. There's a good dog! Well then, I suppose there's nothing else left to do except drop the anchor..."
