The Silver-Haired Maiden

During this time, news from the Red Keep had been spreading across the Seven Kingdoms one piece after another.

"My Dragonbinder actually became a gift he offered to the princess of Dragonstone? Heh!"

"It seems I'll soon find the person hiding in the shadows."

The rising sun shone upon the rippling sea, its light too dazzling to look at directly. Euron Greyjoy wore dark scale armor as light as a thin shirt, each scale edged in red gold and adorned with spirals, runes, and mysterious symbols.

His only remaining pale blue eye slowly shifted forward, as though it held a bottomless frozen pool within it. "No one can take what is mine, can they, my dear brother?"

Aeron Greyjoy was bound to the prow with coarse ropes. His body was battered beyond recognition, no longer resembling a human being. Bruises, blood-crusted wounds, and torn flesh crisscrossed him like a broken doll discarded after being toyed with by demons.

After waiting a long time without receiving an answer, Crow's Eye first sneered, then sighed helplessly. "Looks like you won't be able to help your dear brother this time."

After a pause, he turned toward the man behind him, the corner of his lips lifting. "Moqorro, my sorcerer, has your god sent you any news?"

Moqorro's bright red velvet robe fluttered loudly in the wind, its hem whipping freely in the sea breeze like leaping flames.

His skin was black as coal, and he stood nearly seven feet tall. His round belly resembled a massive boulder, while bone-white hair and beard, tangled like a lion's mane, spilled down from his face. Tattoos in the shape of crimson flames covered his cheeks and forehead.

He bowed slightly, folding his hands before him as he said respectfully, "Forgive my presumption, but sorcerer is not