On The Seastone Chair

Pyke: The Iron Islands

Euron Greyjoy was NOT pleased. And that grated him, given that he had finally managed to kill his stupid brother and claimed the Salt Throne through the iron price. Alas, the unexpected ended up spoiling his coronation day.

There was a frenzy of activity across the island since he had been proclaimed King, with word spreading and people rushing to cut down trees and accelerate the pace of the jobs that would expand the Iron Fleet. And as he marched across the island's coastline, everyone was cheering and bowing before their new King, as they should if they knew what was good for them.

But he could barely return the nods of acknowledgment as he walked into Lordsport, the largest town in Pyke, and by extension the Iron Islands.

The townspeople probably assumed he was there so shortly after his coronation to discuss some business with the local Lord of House Botley, and, after he took care of his first order of business, he supposed he might. But right now, Euron only had interest in getting back to his flagship.

The new king gritted his teeth as he thought back to the events that put him in a foul mood. It was bad enough when his niece and cock-less nephew escaped with their fastest ships but Euron was confident he would have his chance to skewer them eventually.

But then he sat upon the Salt Throne, also known to the ancients as the Seastone Chair, and the future laughed at him.

His fist tightened. He had heard before that the most worthy among the Ironborn kings had received enlightening visions on their coronation day the first time they sat upon the Seastone Chair. And he always believed there must have been some truth to it since that throne itself was already here even before the First Men first set foot on Pyke during the Dawn Age. Surely, he had thought, the Drowned God, or at least his direct servants carved the oily stone to the shape of Kraken in an age of might and magic for an important purpose.

And after what it showed him, he would have crushed it with the rocks of the depths if it wasn't for the fact that his men would have fought to the **** to remove his crown from him as a result.

"The Stark banners will NOT fly over Pyke ever again," He yelled in his mind, glaring as the dusk finally gave way to the night. "I swear it on the power of the seas."

Eventually, after seething continuously during his hour-long march from the castle to the port, his flagship, the Silence, was finally within reach.

He stormed ahead with single-minded purpose, as he walked over the ramp leading to the deck of his flagship. Before long his crew of mutes greeted him with beaten submission apparent in their faces. Grunting, Euron removed his large pouch from his back and showed them the medium-sized chest within as he placed it on the floor.

"I want you to find the fastest merchant ship you can find and set sail at first light," ordered the King. "Make sure the sails don't mark it as a pirate ship. Then go to the fucking Free City of Braavos and deliver this chest to the House of Black and White. Do NOT leave until you get confirmation from a Faceless Man that they have accepted the contract. The letter explaining who I want them to kill is inside, along with...appropriate payment."

Then he glared at each and every one of them.

"If you fail or betray me, you should know that I will chase you across the 14 seas to feed you and your whole families to the sharks. Am I clear?!" He roared.

They nodded in unison, cowering in fear. Euron took a deep breath.

"Very well then. Get to work!"

Their king and captain turned and left as they hurried to follow his orders. As he slowed his pace, he scratched his chin, considering. Originally, he had planned to use the content of that chest to pay a Faceless Man to kill his king of a brother but ultimately he decided against it, wanting to do the deed himself. It turned out to be for the best it seems since he still managed to claim his new position and now that he had to get rid of a new target, he had was confident he had the means to pay for the contract.

"I knew that costly expedition to the Ruins of Valyria would pay off, and about time too," He muttered. "That dragon egg was hard to find."

Then he paused, as a new possibility came to him. Maybe he was going about this the wrong way. Perhaps the Drowned God sent him that vision of a potential future as a warning, not a cruel mockery of fate. In which case, it would seem that he was deemed worthy enough by his god to be guided to victory.

The Greyjoy King smirked, his expression fierce.

"Let's see how you can handle an invasion of the Iron Islands while being hunted by Faceless Men, Jon Snow," He thought with glee.

And with that, he headed back to Pyke to oversee their preparations; his mood improving so much that he never contemplated a plausible angle of the vision. But Euron was a Greyjoy to the core. He only knew how to reap.

That's why he failed to understand what he just sowed.

A/N: This is the end of Arc Two. With its relevant setup done, we can return our focus to the MC. And yes, Euron found a dragon egg in the books. Originally he had used it to pay the Faceless Men to kill his brothers but in the alternate universe of the show, he wanted to do it himself. Here is my take on what he ended up doing with the valuable egg now that he sat on that ancient chair at a time of magical convergence.

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