A.N. This Entry is 100% canon to the story, and will be relevant as time goes on saying that. I feel Euron Greyjoy deserves his very own trigger warning.

SONG I Envision for this scene: In the Sky

Interlude: A voice that speaks of Hunger

Lebarion POV

On the water drench upper decks, Lebarion continues checking the stores, ensuring they have enough provisions for their journey. The quiet clatter of barrels, the rustle of cloth sacks—each sound is muffled, as if the very air conspires to maintain their vow of silence. In the muted light, he organizes the cargo. Each day's sunrise brings with it a fresh horror

In the beginning, his tasks aboard the Silence were mechanical, performed with the detachment of one praying to be anywhere but within the shadow of Euron Greyjoy. Crow Eye's brutality was unmatching, and he held and unpredictable fury. The fear Euron instilled was a cold chain around his heart, each act of cruelty a link added, binding him tighter to a fate he dared not question. But shadows change with the light, and so too do his thoughts.

The more he observes Euron, the more he sees beyond the barbarity. There's an undeniable charisma to Euron, a force of personality that can turn the tide of men's wills, bend them to his own. It's in the way Euron stands, unflinching, before the abyss of his own making, the way he wields power as if born to it. This charisma, this strength, begins to weave its way into the crew member's fear, transforming it, piece by piece, into something akin to reverence.

This budding admiration should disturb him, How can one revere the very monster that took his tongue? Yet, the thought persists, nourished by Euron's successes, by the palpable fear he instills in others, and the crew's own survival in this world of blood drenched screams his gods certainly would not approve. Though these days he struggled to recall who he prayed to before his time under the sweeping black sails. The fear they evoked, begin to instill a perverse pride within him. He is part of something powerful, something feared across the seas.

There was artistry in Euron's madness, the sheer force of will it takes to carve such a path through the world he was helpless to resist such thoughts.

The brutal interrogation of the Essosi merchant would have filled him with dread not long past now it gave him a certain perverse satisfaction.

"Behold, the vast sea," Euron began, his voice carrying over the ship with an ease that belied the tension coiled tight in the air. "It is mine, as far as the eye can see, and far beyond. The gods themselves bow to my will, for I have sailed to Asshai and beyond, danced with demons and dined with sorcerers. What are you to them? What are you to me?"

The merchant's son trembled, eyes wide with fear, as Euron advanced, a predatory smile playing upon his lips. "We are the ironborn," Euron continued, his gaze flickering to the crew with a mad intensity. "Conquerors of the sea, destined to claim all that the waves touch. And yet, here you stand, a speck of dust before the storm. I am that storm, boy. The first, and the last."

With a suddenness that made many of the new recruits flinch, Euron grabbed the boy, his grip iron-tight, pulling him close enough that their breaths mingled. "Tell me what I wish to know, and you may yet see another dawn. Refuse, and I shall show you that the gods you pray to are as nothing before my might."

The merchant, broken by the sight of his son in Euron's clutches, stammered out the information Euron sought—the trade routes of the Balaar family, their schedules, and their defenses. Euron listened, a serpent biding its time, and when he had wrung the merchant dry of all he knew, he turned his attention back to the boy.

"See how easily your father bends? A lesson, boy. Power is not granted; it is taken. By blood, by fear, by force. Remember this, if nothing else."

Without warning, Euron's hand twisted cruelly, a sickening sound filling the air as the boy's arm was wrenched from its socket. It was a sight that brought a twisted joy within him, as the boy collapsed, his screams swallowed by the silence of the ship, his pain a mere spectacle for the ironborn's amusement.

Euron released the boy, stepping back with a gaze that swept over the assembled crew, his voice rising in a crescendo. "Let this be a lesson to all who dare defy me. I am the king of the seas, your god upon these waves. Worship me, fear me, for I will lead you to glory beyond your wildest dreams. We shall take Westeros, and all shall know the might of the ironborn!"

As the boy was taken below deck, his cries fading into the distance, Euron turned his attention to the merchant. With a swift, brutal motion, he cut through the man, ensuring his silence would be permanent. "Live the word," Euron murmured, almost to himself. "When men see my sails, they will pray."

The merchant, now a lifeless testament to Euron's merciless rule, lay forgotten as Euron's attention shifted, his piercing gaze turning towards his quarters.

Without a word, Euron strode across the deck, his presence parting the crew like the sea. Making his way to his quarters and quickly grabbing the source of his recent fixation. Tonight, Euron had placed a cloth atop the crimson egg adorned with strange symbols, ones that Lebarion himself could not discern. They seemed to twist and dance in the suns rays, as if alive. The captain ran a finger gently over the egg's surface. Such tenderness an odd sight from the man defined by strategic brutality.

He recalled the day Euron had proudly shown the prize seized from a ship moored at Asshai's shadowed dock with a reavers greed. Yet, in past few moons, it seemed his fascination with the egg had deepened, transforming from pride in spoils to something more profound, and intimate.

Euron's eyes seemed to burn with a fervor that matched the egg's crimson hue. Within I felt a reverence for the man who commands the winds and the waves. There is honor in being the Crow's Eye's chosen. Soon enough the merchants son will feel such joy each moment shaping him into a creature of this silent world.

A.N. Im sure this Canon Interlude is a surprise to many it actually has been planned since chapter 3, though I've debated on where exactly I wanted to place it. This will not be immediately relevant to our characters back in KL next chapter, but with time it will be an important part of the entire overarching narrative.

If anyone is curious when we will return to our regularly scheduled android programming, I've admittedly had a bit of trouble with the next chapter which is another Devola POV . However I have still written a majority of two chapters that will show up in the near future. I just am having trouble with the chapters between the chapter we left off on and the future chapter I've written (Which would probably be chapter 14 or 15 realistically)

For anyone whos a fan of my elden ring fanfic I have been working on that again a bit as well.