Chapter 404: Black Tide and Blood Mist
Aeron looked at Euron Crow's Eye's banner: two crows holding up a black iron crown, with a red eye with a black pupil beneath it.
The red had been blood all along, representing the blood and evil Euron Crow's Eye brought. Unfortunately, he had understood too late.
"Only death can pay for life, little brother." Euron Crow's Eye watched Aeron bleed.
"The Drowned God-the Drowned God curses you." Aeron's tongue had been cut out, leaving his speech slurred. Every time he opened his mouth, there was blood and hatred.
"The Drowned God?" Euron Crow's Eye laughed. "You proposed holding the Kingsmoot, brother. All of this is your god's will."
"Throw him into the sea."
Splash. Aeron was thrown straight into the sea. Then came the priests aboard the other ships, their flesh cut open one after another before they were thrown into the sea.
"And you." Euron Crow's Eye looked at Fatia Flowers and pinched her chin. "A pregnant woman, an unborn child, a king. Your blood is a better gift."
The naked bastard girl, who had already been drowsily awaiting death, opened her eyes wide and shook her head in terror.
But Euron Crow's Eye laughed. "Those who sacrifice themselves for me are blessed. You have witnessed my great undertaking, girl."
"The storm is coming." Euron Crow's Eye gazed ahead with satisfaction.
Above the seabed, different bubbles began to appear. The seawater churned as though boiling, but it had not yet reached its fiercest point.
Oldtown was one of the wealthiest cities in Westeros. Perhaps "one of" could be dropped.
Oldtown had a legacy stretching back thousands of years, while King's Landing seemed more like an upstart that had prospered because of the Dragon Kings.
Atop the tower, green fire burned,