Ruler

Ser Anguy stepped forward and kicked Crow's Eye, who was still bleeding profusely on the ground. Then he roughly smoothed his disheveled hair with his fingers and said, "We fought side by side before, but if I remember correctly, you were already expelled by Her Highness the Princess."

As he spoke, his gaze flicked toward the silent red priest beside them before he continued, "Being allowed to live out your days as a drunken wastrel in Mermaid Harbor was already His Highness the Lord Regent's mercy, Ser Jorah Mormont."

Ser Jorah seemed to have been reminded of something by those words. He froze slightly and fell into a brief reverie.

After a pause, his gaze swept over the false princess standing not far away, and he spoke hoarsely, "I came here because... I thought Her Highness the Princess was in danger..."

His Adam's apple bobbed as he stared straight at Ser Anguy, a trace of expectation in his eyes. "Is this merit of mine enough to earn a reward from Lord Regent Gryn?"

"Of course. All Seven Kingdoms know of our lord's fairness."

One of Ser Anguy's brows rose high. "But whether you'll be permitted an audience depends on your luck."

Ser Jorah lowered his eyelids. After a moment of silence, he said, "That is enough."

"A red priest from Essos?"

Anguy's gaze fell upon the other man. "The same goes for you, Your Reverence."

At those words, Priest Moqorro gave a slight nod.

Then Anguy drew his sword and cleanly cut off Crow's Eye's head.

On the stone bridge leading to Drum Tower.

Theon Greyjoy's chest heaved violently, every breath seeming to drain all the air from his body.

Trembling, he glanced once more at the pitch-black abyss below the bridge's edge. His bloodied hands and arms shook