AAAAAANNNNNDDDDD WE'RE BACK!
High Valyrian will be Italicized
Dothraki will be bolded
Inner thoughts will be in between apostrophes
After ensuring that Euron and his crew were properly tied up with some left over rope he had in his satchel, Zacrys took them back to Fort Rhaegar and had the guards lock them in the dungeons. He then proceeded to go tell Ser Arthur of what had transpired . Needless to say, he wasn't too pleased. "YOU WENT WHERE WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE?!" the knight screamed at Zacrys at the top of his lungs. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED TO YOU IF YOU DIDN'T HAVE YOUR DRAGON HORN?! YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED!" Ser Arthur yelled. This went on for about an hour, with Zacrys sitting in place listening to all the possible things that could have happened to him. They ranged from being discovered to drowning to getting eaten by a lion, which is unlikely seeing as how the Summer Islands don't HAVE lions, but he felt as though that would only anger Ser Arthur even more and thus extending this lecture by another hour, or five. So he decided to hold his tongue. "As much as I just LOVE listening to you drone on and on about safety and responsibility" he said sarcastically "Do you not think we should discuss what to do with our prisoners? You know, the ones that are currently rotting in the dungeon?" Ser Arthur was glaring at him so intensely, you would think he was trying to set the Zacrys on fire through sheer willpower. Ser Arthur closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then said "Agreed, but this is NOT over boy" "THANK YOU" Zacrys said exasperatedly. A servant brought wine and poured Ser Arthur and Zacrys two cups and a plate of jelly tarts with them before leaving. Ser Arthur took a sip of his when Zacrys says "So, how are we going to get Greyjoy to join us?". This caused Ser Arthur to choke and spit take at the same time. "What?! Are you stark raving mad?!" Ser Arthur asked disbelievingly. "Possibly" Zacrys replied with a sly, toothy smirk. "We are NOT asking Euron fucking GREYJOY" emphasizing the word Greyjoy "to join our cause. The man is a savage, a monster, and an in..." "Credibly skilled fighter and sailor that could help us get a fleet for taking King's Landing and the Iron Throne?" Zacrys said cutting, Ser Arthur off midsentence. "I was GOING to say 'an insidious piece of shite that should not UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES BE TRUSTED!' hm" Ser Arthur said "So says you. But I think he could be turned to our side" Zacrys replied. Ser Arthur sighed at the prince's naivete "My Prince, from what I have heard, Euron Greyjoy is considered the very PERSONIFICATION of what the Ironborn refer to as 'the Old Way'." "What is the 'Old Way'?" Zacrys asked "It refers to the traditional way of the Ironborn, when the Iron Islanders were feared from Bear Island to The Arbor as the most vicious and brutal raiders and reavers in all of Westeros. It revolves around 'paying the iron price', meaning they take what they want by force. Anyone who gets in the way is either killed or forced to work as a thrall, and such men can NOT be reasoned with!" Ser Arthur finished, hoping that his future king understood the point he was making.
"if Greyjoy is really THAT dangerous, then it is all the more reason to get him on our side!" Zacrys said excitingly
Ser Arthur groaned in frustration when he heard Zacrys speak. "You, guard!" one of the guards stood at attention. "Bring me the prisoner. The one with the beard who can still talk. And bring some back up with you, he's dangerous." The guard bowed and left, taking six other guards with him. "Do I even want to know what you just told them to do?" Ser Arthur asked curiously. "No, you don't" Zacrys replied with a wicked smile. The guards returned a few minutes later with Euron chained, tired, and looking very angry. One of the guards was holding a sword at the side of his neck, and Zacrys noticed that that same guard had a black eye that was partly concealed by his helmet's visor. "Did you have any trouble bringing the prisoner?" Zacrys asked the guard in High Valyrian "No, My Prince" the guard said "The prisoner just...caught me by surprise and hit me. He's stronger than he looks" "Indeed" Zacrys replied with a smirk, looking down at Euron who was looking back with contempt and hatred in his eyes. Zacrys squatted down next to him, looked him over and said "You look like shit". Euron responded by spitting in his face "Fuck You Boy! You better hope I don't get out of these chains, because when I do, I will be sure to introduce you to worlds of new pain unlike anything you have ever experienced before!" Euron said angrily. Zacrys wiped the spit of his face with his sleeve, looked back at Euron and did the only thing that came to mind. He started laughing. He laughed loudly and raucously. He laughed so hard he couldn't breath and had to hold on to the table so that he didn't fall. Those in the room looked at him confusion and concern, not understanding why the young prince was laughing. Euron thought that Zacrys might be going mad. When Zacrys managed to breath and stand with out falling over, he said "I'm sorry but, WHAT the FUCK was that LINE?" "Did you practice that shite in the mirror?" Zacrys continued. He started laughing again, which only served to enrage Euron even more. He stood up and charged at Zacrys. Ser Arthur and the guards moved to stop him, only for Zacrys to suddenly stop laughing, pull out a dagger and hold it at Euron's neck. The prince's reaction time wasn't what surprised them though. No, what surprised them was the cold, emotionless look in his eyes. Those present all involuntarily shivered as though a cold winter breeze had just blown through their bones. The look in Zacrys' eyes brought forth a feeling in Euron that he had never felt before: Fear! In all his years, he had never been afraid, of anything. He was Ironborn for fucks sake, HE was the one people feared, not the other way around. But something in this boy's eyes scared him. He looked almost...inhuman. Demonic, even. Like he had no soul, mercy, or remorse. "Now you listen here Greyjoy, you are my prisoner and you will only remain alive for as long as you are of use to ME! They ONLY reason you are still alive is because I need your fleet, but I promise you that if you EVER do something like that again, and I will peel off your skin with a rusted knife. AM I UNDERSTOOD?!" Zacrys told Euron in a harsh, almost animalistic sounding voice. Euron nodded in understanding, when he noticed what Zacrys had said.
"What do you mean 'you need my fleet'? For what?" Euron asked.
He had an idea as to what the prince was talking about, but wanted to make sure. "Well" Zacrys said, letting Euron go "I intend to go to Westeros and retake my family's throne. To do that, I need an army, and ships to ferry said army to Westeros. Also to blockade the port of King's Landing and ensure the Royal Fleet isn't a problem". "And even here, away from the world, I have heard tale of a man called Crow's Eye. A skilled and fearsome raider who is feared from Oldtown to Qarth that flies the Greyjoy kraken with a red eye as his sigil." "And what in the Drowned God's name makes you think that I will help you take over the Seven Kingdoms?" Euron asked. "Well, if I remember my history properly, and I do, when Aegon conquered Westeros, he forced the Ironborn to give up their reaving and raiding ways did he not?" Zacrys said. Euron nodded with a scowl, clearly not happy with the decision made by his captor's ancestor. "I am going to be perfectly honest with you right now Euron" Zacrys kneeled down and put a hand on his shoulder "I could not possibly give less of a FLYING FUCK if the Ironborn decided to raid or not". At this Euron's eyes widened slightly "As long as you do not do it in Westeros, you could go reave, raid, and rape wherever you'd like." "All I ask, is that you help me take the Iron Throne. After that, what you do outside of my lands doesn't matter to me in the slightest." Zacrys said standing up. "However" Zacrys adds "I would also like for you, if you accept, to continue working with me when I become king. Perhaps as...Master of Ships maybe?" Zacrys finished with a shrug. "So what do you say Euron? Will you help me?" he said, extending his hand. Euron looked at the prince contemplatively, not quite sure how to answer. "You require time to think on it. I understand." Zacrys said "I will have my guards escort you to a room where you can think on my offer. Under heavy and constant guard of course" He motioned for the guards to pick him up and told them to place Euron in a windowless room close to the barracks. "When you have decided, inform my guards and they will bring you to me. Bye bye!" Zacrys said as he waved. Euron was pulled out of the room, though his thoughts were more focused on the offer he had just received. He will think about. Oh yes, he will.
AAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNDDDDDDD THAT'S A WRAP!
Until next time
Valar Morghulis