Game of Thrones: Short stories.

Dragons and Krakens - Part 4 - Euron x Reader

(Y/n) looked out of the window onto the grey world outside. The subtle snore of the kraken, the only thing that was bringing a soft smile to her lips. As she had told Euron the night before, she had shown him how a dragon tames a kraken. She had made him beg. Made him fall to his knees and swear his love for her, for one more taste of her flesh. Made him swear allegiance to her, so that she would taste his flesh. Yet she knew of the lord of the Salt Thrones reputation. And swearing his allegiance was one thing. Meaning it, and proving it were very different. And he would have to prove himself more than once before she thought about letting her guard down even slightly.

Absentmindedly, she began to hum. Her thoughts drifting back to the beautiful home and gardens of the Magister Illyrio Mopatis, in Pentos. To the warm breezes and the sweet smell of flowers. Pentos so different to the bleakness that surrounded her. Her hum changing to soft singing as she heard the crash of the waves against the rock pillars far below.

Where away, where away

Where ere my colours lead me.

Our sails unfurled and filled with wind

The drowned god watching o'er.

We sail with strength; we sail with might

We sail with iron and fury.

We won't return until we win

And bring back with us glory.

"How do you know that song?" Euron asked sleepily, as he rose from the bed, and came up behind the dragon. His arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her close. The kraken nuzzling into her neck as he breathed her in. Euron sure that he had never smelt anything quite as beautiful as the pale haired Targaryen.

"I heard it when I was younger in the Free Cities. The drunken sailor would sing it when they came barrelling out of the taverns late at night. A whore under one arm and a half full tankard in the other hand. I would listen to it as I did what I had to, to protect my brother and sister. I think that it must have got stuck in my mind. Part of me used to imagine being out on the great oceans. The smell of the sea. The sun kissing my skin, as I sailed away in my very own ship. Its main sail as black as night with the red dragon emblazoned upon it. Its three heads leading me out into the vast expanse of nothingness. A nothingness that was better then begging and stealing on the streets. I wanted the colours of our banner to lead me. And I wanted to fight, just like the song said. I wanted to be able to return, victorious. To show everyone that (Y/n) Targaryen was to be feared. And that all those that had tried to use me, to harm myself and my family, should tremble and beg for mercy." (Y/n) explained. A fire beginning to burn in her eyes as she thought back to those long years spent on the streets. Of the horrors she had seen, and what she had had to do to ensure that she, Viserys and Dany survived.

Euron couldn't help but smile, as he realised that he had been right. That there really wasn't much different between krakens and dragons. They were both fearsome creatures. The kraken ruling over the seas, as the dragon ruled over the skies. The great beasts instilling terror into the hearts of those that would dare to think that they could stand against them. The notion that (Y/n) had always wanted to sail the oceans. That she had wanted her own ship. That she had wanted to fight, made the Lord of the Salt Throne believe that the Drowned God had brought her his way, for a reason greater than he had first thought.

It had only been his intention to capture (Y/n) and give her to Cersei the first chance that he got. Euron perfectly happy with the idea of surrendering the dragon for an alliance with the beautiful queen. Yet as soon as his men had dragged the sodden and shivering beauty from the sea, he had realised that he could not give her up. That he could not see that pretty little head, separated from that exquisite body. Her head on a spike atop the Red Keep. He had realised that he wanted to drown forever in those defiant purple orbs, that were more dangerous than any storm, any battle that he had ever faced. His pounding heart telling Euron, that it was (Y/n) that he was meant to be with, and not the lioness. That his God had given him an Ironborn queen, in the form of a dragon. A queen that had a legitimate claim to the Iron Throne. A queen that with his help, could find herself sat on that throne. Giving him more power than he could have, as the king of the Iron Islands. And he knew, that despite all that Cersei had said and promised, that he could not trust her. And despite the way that they had come together, he would lay more stead in what (Y/n) said, than the cold, cunning Lannister.

"I could give you a ship of your own, if you wanted?" Euron cooed softly. Smiling as (Y/n) turned around in his arms. The dragon and kraken now face to face.

"I could give you a ship. Teach you to be its captain. I could give you a crew. Ensure that the sails bore the sigil of the dragon. I could let you fight. Let you show everyone that you are to be feared." Euron continued, as his lips moved to the soft flesh of her neck. His ardour hardening, as he heard (Y/n) let out a needy moan.

"And what would I have to do for my own ship and crew, my lord? Surly you will not do all that out of the goodness of your heart, Euron. As we both know that there is little goodness in that black pirate heart of yours." (Y/n) managed to ask. Her mind filling with only her most primal desires, as Euron's hands groped at her flesh. Her own hand reaching for his rock hard manhood. Euron gasping, as she began to stroke him.

"Be.........be my queen. Let me stand by your side. Let me help you take back the Iron Throne. You are the rightful queen of the Seven Kingdoms. The oldest surviving child of Aerys Targaryen. With my fleet, you and I will bring down the Houses of Baratheon and Lannister, and anyone else that would dare stand against us. Then the three headed dragon will once again take its place in Kings Landing. Our Houses ruling over Westeros for generations to come. The dragons and krakens ruling not only over the sea and sky, but also the land." Euron growled, as he took (Y/n) into his arms and carried her back to his bed. (Y/n) looking up into his eyes, as he crawled up her body. His form resting between her legs.

Queen? His queen. The wife of an Ironborn that had murdered his own brother, just so that he could take the throne. How could she agree? Yet in truth, her brother had been no better. He had sold their younger sister, for the promise of an army. (Y/n) sure that Viserys would have sold her too, if he hadn't been so scared of her. And being the queen of a handsome and virile kraken, was certainly better than being the slave of a lioness. That, and if he was in her bed, she would be able to watch over the sly king. Keep him in line. (Y/n) knowing that despite what Euron may think, it was she that truly held all the cards. And selling herself into marriage, for the promise of the Iron Fleet and its greatest captain, a fair price to pay if it were to get her closer to the Iron Throne, than her brother had ever been.

"Yes. Yes, I will be your queen, Euron. Now, I think we should cement our alliance again. Don't you? And then we will make plans to rule." (Y/n) replied. A lewd moan escaping her lips, as Euron happily pushed himself inside her. The Drowned God readying the sea for its king and new queen. The combined might of the Targaryen and Greyjoy, sure to make all that stood against them, tremble in their wake. The Iron Throne to once again be sat upon by a dragon. A dragon that would have a kraken by her side.