The battle had been won, the flames of Mereen dying into ash. The Iron Fleet’s black sails had turned the tide, and now Eurana Greyjoy knelt before the Father of Dragons in the shadowed grandeur of the Great Pyramid’s throne room. The heat of the sun filtered through cracked stone, and the murmurs of the court hushed to a wary silence.

She lowered her gaze but her voice was steady, measured.

"I thank you for this audience, my King. The Iron Fleet’s loyalty is not given lightly, nor without expectation. I come bearing more than loyalty... power."

She paused, the faintest smirk touching her lips beneath the shadow of her eyepatch.