King Ghidorah's appearance was the final straw. As Euron watched the dust sweeping toward him and the enormous figure in the training ground, his heart began to pound.
Euron's breathing grew heavy, his lone eye darting between Viserys and King Ghidorah.
He realized that everything he had so carefully planned, all the times he had narrowly escaped death searching for the horn in the ruins of Valyria, all the men whose lives the horn had claimed, had been for nothing.
No, I haven't failed completely yet.
He was Euron Greyjoy, a son of the Drowned God, a pirate who had clawed his way out of countless deadly situations. His shock lasted only a moment before vicious resolve replaced it.
His hand slipped quietly toward his waist, where he had concealed a dagger.
His gaze fixed on Viserys. The young Dragonlord did not look renowned for martial prowess. Beneath those casual black-and-red clothes, he probably did not even have much muscle. He must have relied more on the strength of his dragons.
Then all I have to do is seize him and take him hostage. No matter how terrifying the dragons are, they won't dare strike if it means hurting him. I can escape Valyria and return to the sea. Then I'll still have a chance to turn things around.
He calculated swiftly. Though Unsullied guarded the training ground, they were some distance away.
He was the closest person to Viserys now. He believed his explosive speed would let him finish before anyone could react. The opportunity would vanish in an instant.
"Your Majesty is right. It seems legends are only legends after all." Euron suddenly relaxed his stance, speaking to put Viserys off his guard. "I was too naive. Then I'll leave now, with my..."
Before he finished speaking, he