"Euron, you were half right. The Silence belongs to me now!" Daenerys lightly played with the two small bells at the end of her braid and smiled. "But ask yourself honestly—is this really my fault?
If you hadn't chased after us, and if you had simply greeted us and left after catching up, would things have ended like this? You're a villain yourself, yet you assume everyone else is one too."
"My good Queen," Euron replied, the sharpness fading from his blue eye as a gentle smile returned. "How do you intend to deal with a defeated noble such as myself?"
Daenerys glanced at Jorah and asked, "According to the customs of the Seven Kingdoms, how should this lord be treated? Or perhaps I should demand a ransom from House Greyjoy?"
"Your Grace," Jorah said coldly, his hand resting on his sword, "a hundred gold dragons would be more than enough for an ordinary knight. But he attempted to murder a monarch. If Eddard Stark were here, he would have cut off his head with Ice without hesitation."
"If Eddard Stark were here," Euron retorted lazily, "the head of a slave trader like you would already be rolling on the ground."
"In Westeros," Whitebeard said with disdain, "you might have had the chance to take the black. But here... if the Queen is merciful, she could grant you the Ironborn tradition of the drowning rite."
The drowning rite originally served as a method of execution for guilty Ironborn. Over time, as the faith of the Drowned God developed, it became a ritual similar to a baptism.
"Euron," Daenerys asked, "why were you pursuing us?"
"Because I saw the dragons circling your mast."
His answer came immediately.
"When I found the Dragonbinder horn in Valyria, I thought it was useless. After all, there were no dragons left in the world—what good was a dragon horn?
"So when I saw your dragons, my excitement was beyond words."
So that's it.
Someone holding a hammer sees nails everywhere. Someone holding a dragon-binding horn naturally wants to test it on a dragon.
"Where did you get that bronze dragon egg?" she asked.
"Can it hatch?" Euron immediately shot back.
Daenerys drew out the sound. "Hmm?"
"Fine," he sighed. "I found it aboard a merchant ship in the Jade Sea. It supposedly belonged to a great sorcerer from Asshai."
Then he asked eagerly, "Can it hatch?"
"I'm not sure," Daenerys said regretfully.
"Why not?"
"I already told you. Life must be paid for with life. Three of my loved ones were exchanged for three dragons. I already have three dragons. Even if I still had living relatives, I wouldn't sacrifice them for another dragon."
She was suppressing a laugh.
"Can others hatch dragons that way?" Euron asked softly, a strange gleam in his eye.
"Are you insane?" Daenerys rolled her eyes. "Who would sacrifice a loved one for an uncertain outcome? If you don't care about them, it isn't a sacrifice. And if you do care, would you really risk it?"
"Are dragon eggs common in Asshai?"
Euron snorted.
"You just said it wasn't worth it. You already have three dragons and still want more?"
Jorah kicked him in the backside with an iron boot.
"Remember your position."
Stumbling forward, chains rattling around his ankles, Euron barely managed to catch himself.
"Fine. Dragon eggs are rare even in Asshai. I raided dozens of ships and only found one. And it was fossilized."
Daenerys grew serious.
"What's the deal with the Dragonbinder horn? Why haven't my dragons recovered from their madness?"
"I went to the lord's palace in Tol—"
His voice suddenly dropped.
A dark glow flashed in his right eye.
Whitebeard reacted instantly.
With a light tap of his staff, he spun gracefully and struck Euron on the back of the head.
Bang!
Euron collapsed face-first onto the deck.
"Behave yourself," the old man said coldly. "Do not play tricks in front of the princess."
Daenerys froze.
She rushed into her cabin and checked the two dragons locked inside their cages.
Sure enough, they had become agitated again.
Only after calming them down did she return.
"You really learned Valyrian sorcery?" she asked.
"Heh. Marry me," Euron said smugly.
"You have three dragons. The black one belongs to you—the horn can't take it. But the green and white dragons are already mine—"
Thud!
Daenerys kicked him hard in the stomach.
"I don't believe that. If I stab you to death and blow the horn myself, surely they'll return to normal."
Coughing painfully, Euron replied:
"It won't work. If you blow it again, they'll go completely mad. Besides, you don't know how to activate Dragonbinder's magic."
"Then tell me."
"Heh..."
"Kill him," Jorah advised.
Euron's smile vanished.
Daenerys nodded.
"Aggo. Cut off his head and throw the body into the sea."
Shing!
The Dothraki warrior immediately drew his arakh and grabbed Euron by the hair.
For the first time, real panic appeared on Euron's face.
"I surrender! I'll talk!"
"What surrender?" Daenerys said flatly. "Kill him."
"I know how to enter Valyria!"
He shouted desperately.
At that moment, Aggo had already forced Euron's neck over the ship's rail. One swing would sever his head and keep the deck clean.
"Kill him or not?" Aggo asked.
Daenerys hesitated.
Truthfully, she wanted him dead.
In Game of Thrones, the true final villain seemed to be Euron.
The White Walkers looked terrifying and powerful, yet Arya ended them with a single stab. Euron, on the other hand, killed one of Daenerys's dragons and countless followers.
Still, reality differed from the television series.
The prophecy of the Prince That Was Promised had existed for thousands of years, and nearly every culture took it seriously.
The Long Night likely would not be ended so easily.
That meant Valyrian secrets might be more valuable than the Iron Throne itself.
"I can draw you a map," Euron said urgently. "A real one. No tricks."
Finally, Daenerys waved Aggo back.
"Swear by the Drowned God, House Greyjoy, and your own future."
Euron immediately launched into a long, elaborate, and rather vicious oath.
When he finished, he said:
"Now it's your turn, Your Grace."
"My turn?"
"To swear."
"Why?"
Then she understood.
"Oh."
She laughed.
"As a queen, why would I break my word? Just talk."
Queen? Euron thought bitterly. You don't even have a kingdom yet.
Still, he let it pass.
In this world, unlike modern society, personal honor still meant something. Even her father, the Mad King, had rarely broken promises.
Mad, perhaps—but openly so.
"I discovered two uses for Dragonbinder," Euron explained.
"The first is what you witnessed yesterday. By sacrificing the blower's soul, it temporarily overwhelms the spirits of nearby people, making them unable to move.
"The second is controlling dragons."
"To sound the horn, a special winged creature—something like a pterosaur—must first be tattooed onto the blower's chest.
"I don't know whether the tattoo itself contains magic, but when the horn sounds, not only do the blower's mouth and nose bleed, even the tattoo's eyes begin to bleed."
"That's strange," Daenerys murmured.
"Controlling dragons is even stranger," Euron continued.
"You all saw it. The slave blew the horn, but I controlled the dragons.
"The horn seems capable of identifying its true master automatically. Or perhaps it senses whose will dominates.
"Maybe the Valyrian dragonlords designed it that way intentionally.
"Each use requires a life and soul as sacrifice. Naturally, they wouldn't sacrifice themselves."
Everyone fell silent.
The magic involved was far beyond anything they had imagined.
After a pause, Daenerys asked:
"The slave who blew the horn only survived two minutes. Isn't that too short for a battle?"
"That was under maximum strain," Euron said.
"Normally people are shaken but not completely immobilized.
"The first time, the slave lasted a full eight minutes."
Whitebeard suddenly asked:
"Does the effect weaken with distance?"
Yesterday, the eunuch gladiator had recovered before he did, and Whitebeard refused to believe his own willpower was weaker.
Euron chuckled.
"Isn't that obvious?
"Otherwise, why would I have bothered tricking your ship into getting close?"
"How do I break the dragons free from your control?" Daenerys demanded.
"Can you still control the green and white dragons now?"
Euron gave her a peculiar smile.
"I have to actively reach out to them. Honestly, I thought they had already recovered.
"As for breaking the bond... either blow the horn yourself or sacrifice one of your followers.
"But make sure it's a loyal follower. Otherwise, the dragons might become theirs instead."
He paused.
"And it's best not to do it too often.
"I wasn't lying before. Dragonbinder was found inside a large chest. There were also Valyrian scrolls.
"They listed several taboos.
"One of them stated that frequent changes of ownership through the horn could cause a dragon's mind to collapse.
"It would go insane...
"And eventually die."
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