I'm Theon Greyjoy

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'The Silent One didn't make it to shore simply because she had nowhere to land. Everything was already occupied. So Euron had to get to the island by dinghies.

Dozens of small boats lined the shore. Even from afar, the black figure of his uncle was visible, followed by a motley crew: hairy Ibbenians, black-skinned Letnians, Dothraki with copper-coloured skin, and even a few priests of Rglor in bright red robes, obviously from Volantis.

Theon's hands itched to order a massacre of the whole lot, but remembering the strange silence of some of the lords and captains, it all made sense.

'I wonder when Euryon arrived on the Iron Islands? Right after my father's death or when I returned to Pyke?'

You couldn't have bloodshed in the Ironborn's shrine if you were going to be their king.

A tall brunette, a neat beard, and a Cheshire smile on his face. That was the association Theon's mind made when Euron got close enough to see him. His uncles had not lost their beauty and looked quite young compared to his now deceased father, Aeron and Victarion.

The uncles themselves looked worried and even shocked (Aeron).

'Is this what you feared, Victarion?'

- Beloved nephews, brothers,' Euron addressed us gruffly as he climbed Naggy Hill, 'I am so glad to see you.

- You have returned, though banished,' Theon said with flashing eyes, one hand on the tip of his sword, 'You have no right to be here, Ravenclaw.

- I was banished by Baelon,' his uncle parried with a smirk, 'Baelon is dead and his banishment no longer affects me.

- I did not authorise your return.

-You are not a king.

Before the younger Greyjoy could answer, Euryon addressed the crowd of captains and lords:

-"I wish to be King of the Iron Islands!

A dozen of Euryon's tall slaves dragged huge chests, and the treasure he had looted in the East - gold, silver, daggers of Valyrian steel, magnificent armour and curved swords with gilded hilt - fell to the ground. But it didn't stop there - an unprecedented variety of jewellery and shiny, gilded or silver-plated objects were piled on the ground. Lord Reaper Pike noticed the tiger skins, and the fur of the spotted cat, so similar to the colouring of leopards.

The gifts his uncle had brought were richer than even Theon's, let alone the others.

Euron spoke without his minions, alone. And he continued his speech:

- My nephew promises you new lands in the Vale! How small is his ambition,' his uncle looked at Theon with his one blue eye, 'I promise you something bigger! I offer you the whole world!

- The whole world? - Theon decided to take advantage of his uncle's stupidity, -what else will you promise? Eternal life and a queen wife for every Ironborn?

There were snickers from some of the captains, but for the most part the men listened attentively to what Euron and Theon were saying.

- When you rule the world, the rest will come by itself,' he waved his hand at his gifts, 'look! I gathered this in three years! Every port from Ibenne to Staromest fears my ship. And to conquer the world, all I need is three dragons.

'What?'

- Far to the east, in the Slaver's Bay, the Mother of Dragons is at war against all. I will become her husband, help her in the war, and subdue her dragons.

Such words caused mixed feelings among all the captains - Euron had always been renowned among the islanders as a strong and powerful pirate. He was feared, respected, hated and admired all at the same time. Is it worth believing? But there were those who did not care for words - Euron's riches blinded their eyes and minds.

Erik Ironmaker greedily plundered gold, Drumm gazed at the Valyrian dagger in his hands, picked up among the mountains of treasure. Many Farwinds, even Lord Gilbert, took gifts. Despised on the islands by the house of Codd, Netley, Sparra, one of the representatives of the house of Stonetree also approached the gifts, for which he received a leering look from Lord Rodrik. The Stonetrees are vassals of the Harlows.

Theon spotted the Weavers, a couple of Humble, John Myre, also a vassal of House Harlow. House Myre and House Harlow had been feuding since the Age of Heroes. Mostly young and weak houses, the ones Theon hadn't paid much attention to. A number of free captains had taken something from the treasure and shouted Euryon's name.

- In what way, Uncle Ew? - You show her your cock and she'll spread her legs for you? It's not like stealing and raping other people's concubines.

Euron's eye squinted menacingly. Victarion, standing next to him, looked at his older brother gloomily.

'I'm sorry, Victarion, but I need to go over all of Raven Eye's sins.'

-When her dragons are mine, not only will she spread her legs, but she will give me all her lands and armies.

And with his uncle's words, a huge black horn, twisted, nearly two metres long and polished to a mirror shine was brought by a couple of sailors. The horn was fastened with rings of dark steel and red gold. Hieroglyphics, obviously in Valyrian, engraved on the horn were visible.

- This is the Dragon Tamer! A horn used by the ancient Valyrians to bend heavenly monsters to their will. I found it in the flaming ruins of Valyria.

The last words caused a rumble among the captains - to reach Valyria and swim out of there alive was considered an impossible achievement.

- Follow me! Choose me as your king and I will give you the whole world! I will repeat the glory of Aegon the Conqueror!

-Aegon! Aegon! Euron! - the people shouted.

- Theon! Theon! Theon! - Lord Pyke's supporters kept up. The coven was divided, but the naked eye could see that the odds were stacked against Baelon's son, not his brother.

- Euron is our king! - Asha shouted, which caused Theon, Victarion, and even Aeron's eyes to widen instantly and briefly.

'I thought you were smarter than that, sister.'

Euron, too, saw that the vote count was not on his side.

- 'Dear nephew,' a smile that looked more like a smirk stretched across Euron's face once more, 'join me. The Iron Islands and the Vast West will be yours. When the whole world falls under the heel of the Ironborn, you will be my viceroy in those lands.

- That all sounds beautiful and wonderful, Uncle Eu,' Theon began to say with a sincere smile, using the nickname he had just invented, 'But I don't believe your rich promises. Why should we sail to the far east when there is a weakened Spaceland and the West nearby? - That was an appeal to all. - What proof is there that the horn isn't fake?!

- I can prove it,' his uncle snorted, but Theon interrupted him.

-We don't need your proof, Uncle Ew. You proved it in the battle near Bright Isle when you ran like a rat.

- You've got a lot of nerve, young man,' Euryon's face hardened, 'Be careful what you say.

-It is not for an exile to tell me what to say. You have no right to be here, you have no right to be our king. Your promises are lies, your words are wind.

There was the clang of a blade being pulled out and everyone gasped with the words 'Valyrian sword!'. Euron Greyjoy was angry and responded to the provocation accordingly. The words his nephew had spoken could not be forgotten or forgiven. They could only be washed away with blood.

Many drew their blades and picked up their hammers and axes. Theon was no exception.

- Stop, Old Vic is no place for bloodshed! - Aaron shouted desperately, but no one listened to him.

- It is time to pay for your words, my beloved Theon,' and Euron swung his enchanted sword swiftly, wanting to cut through his neck. Theon ducked, unwilling to take the blow. And made his lunge.

Asha and Euron's men pounced on Theon's men. A scramble began, the first dead falling to the ground. Blood had been spilled and there was no turning back.

Asha pounced on Victarion, deftly wielding her axe against the Iron Fleet captain's axe.

Lord Rodrik Harlow beheaded John Meyer. A vassal daring to go against his suzerain.

All the houses that accepted Euron's words and gold sided with him, and you could see the Blackside men fighting the Ironmakers, or the Volmarchs with the Drammas.

Theon was constantly dodging Euron's sharp and swift lunges. The Valyrian sword, like a shining star before Greyjoy's eyes, was trying to reach his flesh.

- I don't see you moving, nephew,' Crow's Eye chuckled, 'but make it quick.

Euron sped up, and the magic blade lashed out. Theon had no time to react, and his right earlobe was sliced off by the sword's point like a piece of fluff.

The pain came at once and Greyjoy hissed. Euron laughed madly, swiping his sword in circular motions.

-Did you shit your trousers already, boy?

Some fear did appear - the huge chance of dying during his triumph was too... not good. Was the provocation a mistake?

A new blow from his opponent's sword and Theon had no choice but to try and fight it off. A foolish decision - the blade was sliced in two by the Valyrian miracle weapon.

Theon would have been a dead man had it not been for a flying axe from Victarion's side. Euron laughingly chopped the throwing weapon right on the fly, the iron part of the axe shredded like a blade of grass.

Stepping aside and cursing at the sight of it, Greyjoy picked up one of the gifts lying on the ground, a sword decorated with gold and rubies with a serrated and wavy blade. One of the swords made at Theon's behest in Pyke.

Asha lay cut down by the blunt end of Victarion's axe, and her weapon served as her brother's salvation.

- Oh, dear brother, care to join us?

Without preamble, the Iron Fleet captain pounced on the hated and insane bastard. Lord Pyke immediately joined in a joint attack on the same foe. It was Euron who dodged, occasionally throwing pinpoint blows.

The roar of screams, the clang of steel, and the groans of the wounded on the island was terrible. The death toll was already in the hundreds.

The edge of the two-handed axe flew off the Valyrian steel, but Victarion had achieved his goal - Euron was distracted and only belatedly noticed Theon's blow. The raven-eyed man had time to take a step back, which saved him. The flamberg only grazed Euron's cheek with its end, leaving a long gash.

A beastly growl escaped his uncle's throat. He reflexively covered the wound on his cheek with one hand while the other held his sword. A few quick steps back, closer to the unconscious Asha lying there.

-You win, Theon, I admit it. All of me,' a nasty grin crept across the older of the uncles' faces, 'but don't be fooled. I'll be back,' the dark blue lips curved.

Before the younger Greyjoy could react, the Valyrian blade sliced through the iron and pierced Asha's flesh. The body twitched and fell silent.

-A murderer of kin,' Theon muttered with shock, not understanding Euron's action. Asha was his ally.

- I would have killed your father, too, but he was quicker, killing himself.

Victarion attacked Euron again, but his path was already blocked by a pair of Silent Sailors. The axe cut through their flesh, but Euron, gripping his horn with his hand, was already fleeing surrounded by his supporters and men.

- Don't let the bastard escape! - Theon ordered, fighting the hairy Ibbian.

Euron's laughter could be heard even beyond the crowd - and suddenly an even more powerful horn sound than before cut through the air. His ears buzzed, his chest filled with fear of something terrible and unknown.

'Dragon Tamer. Good thing I didn't let the horn blow during the party.'

The carnage stopped for a moment as everyone's gaze turned to the fleeing Euron with the horn and the corpse of one of his sailors lying behind him. Apparently it was he who had trumpeted, and the artefact had sucked out his soul.

Hundreds of islanders ran to the ships, fighting off Theon's supporters. The first ships began to sail away from the shore. The Greyjoy did not stand still as Theon's men, armed with bows, fired on the Drakkars, hoping to take a life. It was Theon's victory, but Euron was able to escape.

And his uncle's past laughter rang in Theon's ears. Running his hand over his cheek, the victor of the carnage felt something wet on his fingers.

'Blood,' he guessed.

There was blood everywhere. The battle was winding down and the surviving supporters of Euron who had managed to escape were following his Silent One in their ships. Theon counted a dozen.

- Medic! Get a healer,' the new master of the Iron Islands ordered one of his sailors.

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Wet from head to toe, having undergone a 'rebirth' at sea and crowned with a crown of fins, Theon looked out at the gathered throng before him. He stood once more on Naggy Hill - the corpses had been thrown into the sea and stripped clean, so there was plenty of room to spare.

Greyjoy pointed to all the gold he, Asha, and Euryon had brought. There was still plenty of it left on the bare earth.

- These riches are yours! You took it with iron!

The men took what they liked, and Theon, whose forehead was hidden by a massive crown, pondered. Five hundred slain warriors on both sides, dozens of dead lords and captains. The price of power was too great, but there was no other choice, in Theon's opinion. Euron could also change the others' minds, outweighing the younger Greyjoy's promises.

- Hail King Theon! Son of the Sea Wind!

-Hail! - the islanders shouted.

His right ear ached, treated and bandaged by one of the Ironfleet healers. The body ached after such a busy day. It was sad at his sister's death, but Euron had done the dirty work for the king. There would be no peace between sister and brother.

The crown or death. Theon chose the crown.