My favorite thing* about Jaime and Brienne's duel in ASoS is how BOTH of them come away from the fight absolutely shaken by their opponent.
Especially on Jaime's side it, would be so easy for him to just excuse it as a fluke because of his chains and year of imprisonment. Indeed, that's how Brienne sees it! But nope, he's just floored by the fact that she's stronger than him, and fast and skilled enough he can't run rings around her. Which is what he expected, even with the chains and muscle loss.
(*Yes, ok, Jaime narrating the duel in a weirdly sexy way is a close second. I bet he does that for every (good) sword fight. He's so horny for (literal) swords. Love that for him.)
Jaime while getting his ass kicked by the Maid of Tarth:
Grunting, she came at him, blade whirling, and suddenly it was Jaime struggling to keep steel from skin. One of her slashes raked across his brow, and blood ran down into his right eye. The Others take her, and Riverrun as well! His skills had gone to rust and rot in that bloody dungeon, and the chains were no great help either. His eye closed, his shoulders were going numb from the jarring they'd taken, and his wrists ached from the weight of chains, manacles, and sword. His longsword grew heavier with every blow, and Jaime knew he was not swinging it as quickly as he'd done earlier, nor raising it as high.
She is stronger than I am.
The realization chilled him. Robert had been stronger than him, to be sure. The White Bull Gerold Hightower as well, in his heyday, and Ser Arthur Dayne. Amongst the living, Greatjon Umber was stronger, Strongboar of Crakehall most likely, both Cleganes for a certainty. The Mountain's strength was like nothing human. It did not matter. With speed and skill, Jaime could beat them all. But this was a woman. A huge cow of a woman, to be sure, but even so... by rights, she should be the one wearing down.
Instead she forced him back into the brook again, shouting, "Yield! Throw down the sword!"
Not "she's stronger than me because of the malnourishment." No, she goes straight into the Robert Baratheon + Arthur Dayne category.
And then Brienne thinking about it in AFFC...
Brienne remembered her fight with Jaime Lannister in the woods. It had been all that she could do to keep his blade at bay. He was weak from his imprisonment, and chained at the wrists. No knight in the Seven Kingdoms could have stood against him at his full strength, with no chains to hamper him. Jaime had done many wicked things, but the man could fight!
(I also appreciate that Brienne, correctly, doesn't take that as any slight on her own skills. She knows she's good! Jaime's just once-in-a-generation good. No knight in the Seven Kingdoms could have stood against him, etc.)
It's a crime that Jaime couldn't see the melee at Bitterbridge. He would have had SUCH a good time watching Brienne and Loras fight.
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Look, I don't have any excuse for this, but here's ~2k words of Jaime Lannister being stupid about Brienne of Tarth. Book canon divergent potential arranged marriage AU, set immediately after the scene in ASoS Jaime IX, when Jaime gives Brienne Oathkeeper.
(I've got another 1k or so written of the next scene, but this felt complete enough to post as a ficlet. Or chapter. Whatever.)
~*~
Jaime had meant to send Brienne away immediately after giving her Oathkeeper. It would have been better, cleaner, for that to be their parting. But there was one last thing yet to be said. One thing he’d been putting off. She will not like it. But it must be said.
Only now that Brienne was before him, it was difficult to know how to broach the subject. Jaime tried an oblique approach.
“Lord Tywin has suggested… Is it true that you have Targaryen blood?”
Confusion was writ clear in the Maid of Tarth’s blue eyes. “Aye. My grandmother. What of it? Most noble families could say the same, surely.”
Jaime had said as much to Lord Tywin. “Not so many as you would think,” Tywin had replied. “Nor so recent, and without the stain of bastardy. The dragons did not lightly mingle blood.” He’d sounded resentful, doubtless brooding still on Aerys’ slight to Cersei.
Jaime took Tywin’s meaning. A Targaryen grandmother had been the base of Robert’s claim, what little there was beyond his strength of arms and web of alliances. And Aerys’ madness, of course. Always that.
Lord Tywin was sketching something on a map of Westeros as he spoke. “I’ve made overtures to Lord Selwyn on your sister’s behalf, but the Evenstar is disinclined to marry. He has a daughter, however. One he’s had trouble finding a bridegroom for. Tarth would be beneath you, in the ordinary run, but the name is a good one. An old one. We could make a claim for your children if Tommen fails to provide - through the dragon rather than the stag, but it will do.”
Tywin sprinkled powder on the wet ink and then looked up at Jaime. His eyes were disquieting. “Lord Selwyn is soft as ever; he refuses to countenance a match not of his daughter’s liking. But I’m sure you can charm the girl, even with your recent…lack.” Lord Tywin’s eyes stubbornly refused to flit to Jaime’s stump. “I’m told she’s homely and shy. An easy conquest.”
Ah, father, if only you knew. The Maid of Tarth loves me not. All Jaime said, however, was, “As I’ve told you. I will not be forsworn. I cannot wed.”
Tywin grunted at that. Displeased and doubting as ever. “You are the ideal choice, but we can find another. Lancel is sufficiently recovered. Martyn is young yet, but Lord Selwyn would be a fool to refuse him on the account. It is crucial that we move before our enemies. She is a loose end that must be tied off. I don’t mean to see a claim to the throne seized by the likes of a Robert Arryn or Theon Greyjoy.”
No, Brienne wouldn’t care for either of those matches. Jaime’s head began to ache. He needed air. He needed this conversation to end. “As you say, my Lord.”
It was only as he left that he thought to wonder why he’d never told his father that he knew the wench. Even the thought of speaking her name in front of Lord Tywin sickened him and made his throat grow tight. A strange reaction.
But that had been days ago, and now the Lady Brienne was in front of him. Clutching her new-given sword like a babe in swaddling and looking at him with concern. Did she think he meant to ask for the sword back?
Jaime did not want to speak the words, no more than he’d wanted to carry on the topic with Lord Tywin. My father wishes us to wed. He couldn’t say it. The Maid of Tarth had little skill at hiding her thoughts. Jaime could just imagine how the prickly wench might mistake his meaning. She’d seen insult and a stain to her honor even in the gift of Oathkeeper. How could he convince her he had no plans to stain her honor further with a forced wedding to the Kingslayer?
Yet she had to be warned. He tried again to approach the topic tactfully.
“There are some who would say you had a claim to the throne, of sorts. After Tommen. A thin one, perhaps, but a claim.”
She looked at him blankly. “That would be news to my lord father. News he’d laugh down. If you’re worried about Tarth turning rebel, Ser Jaime, you’ve naught to fear on that count. Neither my father nor I have any claim to press, nor desire to do so.”
Turning rebel again, he might have said. He did not. “Your lord father might not, but what of your lord husband?”
“My…my lord husband?” She reddened slightly. “You know that I…I’ve no intention of…” she trailed off anxiously, looking like she might bite her own tongue. “I’ve had no proper suitors, not truly, not since the day I broke Ser Humfrey Wagstaff’s ribs. Nor am I like to have, now.”
Wagstaff? Jaime vaguely recalled a face from a long-ago tourney…but that Humfrey Wagstaff had been an old man, even then. If he yet lived he’d surely be seventy or more. Jaime abruptly decided Lord Selwyn was a fool who couldn’t be trusted to handle Lord Tywin’s proposals.
“If the lords of our fair land decide you’re the key to kingship, I assure you that will change.” Jaime tried to keep his tone light, but he could feel urgency leaking into the words “You could be ugly as Erich Greyjoy and stupid as Spotted Pate, yet still be the most sought after bride from here to the Wall. Take care in your journeys, my lady, or you may find yourself wedded, bedded, and a mother of three before you know what’s happened.”
Or worse. A loose end, Tywin had called her. To be taken care of.
The stupid wench just laughed quietly and shook her head. “Unlikely, Ser Jaime. Whatever claim you think we have…no one has suggested it before, except in jest. No lord will send his son on such slim expectation. And I could handle such fools as thought otherwise.”
Her carelessness would drive him mad. If she could not see the danger, how could she protect herself? His answering laugh sounded harsh to his own ears. “No lord? Do you think so? Mine own lord father instructed me to woo and wed you.”
Absolute silence fell. Brienne stared at him, mouth agape. Ah, there’s the expression I was hoping to avoid. Shock, panic, a dash of dawning horror. See, father, she’d never consent to be Lady Kingslayer. Not for all the gold beneath the Rock.
“But- but-” she stammered, “you- you’re- You can’t! You’re Kingsguard!”
Of all the objections… Jaime raised his hands in surrender. “And Kingslayer, too, with shit for honor. The white cloak means less and less these days, since Ser Barristan the Bold was stripped of his. What’s another oath forsworn? But have no fear, my good Lady of Tarth, I’ve no plan to play the penny villain and force you to the sept. I’m trying to warn you, not wed you.”
Her hoped that would calm her down, but her breath was still coming in harsh, fast pants. “But...I...your father. How could he...why?” Jaime had never seen Brienne at such a stammering loss for words. She was calmer fighting the bear.
“As I told you. He wants an heir for Tommen, and another for the Rock. And a Lord Commander of the Kingsguard who can hold a sword, I suppose.” He held up his right arm for emphasis. “Alas for Lord Tywin, whatever this cloak means now, I’ve no wish to spit on it further. The Kingsguard swear for life.” Brienne had said him the white cloak suited him. A meaningless pleasantry - or had she actually meant it? He knew her better, now, than to suspect a cruel jest. “But though I have refused my father, I do have cousins. He intends to match you with one of them. I suppose you could meet Lancel now and see if you favor him - but trust me. I couldn’t advise the match.”
Fond though Jaime was of his Uncle Kevan, he found little to praise in Lancel. Brienne ought to wed a man she could respect. Few enough of those, I fear. He might think on the matter further. Later. Much later.
Brienne’s breathing had finally slowed, and she’d closed her mouth. “That is…that is well. I wouldn’t…No. Of course. I…I thank you for your warning.”
She is a loose end that must be tied off. Tywin’s words left him uneasy. But what else could Jaime say? He had issued his warning, and in a moment she would leave. Stupid, ugly, stubborn wench. Be well. Be safe.
“That is all, then.” He gave a curt nod, and she turned to leave.
A loose end…as Robb Stark had been. As Elia Martell and her babes had been. I didn’t know, he told Rhaegar’s ghost. As he always did. I didn’t know, I didn’t know, I couldn’t have stopped it…
“No. Wait.” Brienne turned around at his voice, fixing those big blue eyes on him once more. Jaime did not know why he had called out. He did not know what he would say next. But he had to say something. “I will not renounce the white cloak at my father’s pleasure. The oath is for life. It is no toy in the games of kings. But if… If you wished the protection of my name…” he felt a fool, a fumbling boy tripping on his own tongue. “I could make you Lady Lannister. If you wish it.”
So blue, a man could drown in eyes so blue, especially as wide as they were now. What was he doing? She would refuse him, gods be thanked, and they would never speak of this again.
She said nothing, frozen in clear shock, and Jaime heard himself fill the silence. “I would make no demands upon you, no…” he was babbling now, he could hear that too, but he could not stop the rush of words. “no…wifely duties. You would be free. I swear it.” Meaningless oaths from a man without honor. “The name of Lannister would open more doors than that of Tarth. And you would demand a better ransom if bandits or soldiers took you. Far more than 300 dragons for the Lady of Casterly Rock. It would be protection, of a sort. Only that, until your task was done.” Seven Hells, why hadn’t she spoken yet? He felt like a man awaiting the executioner’s blade. Refuse me, wench, curse me and have done!
And what if she said yes? A worse disaster yet. Any future annulment would be a scandal, but what was the alternative? They would need to journey to the Rock, to have his vassals pledge to her. Could she be happy there? Even if she somehow found her lady’s daughter, and put her impossible quest to rest?
Perhaps the waves of the Westerlands would remind her of the waters of Tarth. She would like the singers of Lannisport, he thought, and the great theaters where they enacted tales of knights and maids of old. He would dress her in the finest gowns, in every shade of blue, and commission the strongest arms and armor Lannister gold could buy. He could bring her to the taverns where he and Tyrion had laughed as boys, walk her through the city gardens, and-
“I, I’m sorry, I…I…you are very, very kind, it is good of you to…but...I…I cannot.” Brienne of Tarth stammered. She had tears in her eyes, Jaime realized with horror. “I…oh, I cannot. Could not. I…I have to go. Fare you...farewell!”
She turned heel and fled from him, she who he'd never seen flee before. Jaime placed his head in his hands and cursed himself for a fool.
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Look, I don't have any excuse for this, but here's ~2k words of Jaime Lannister being stupid about Brienne of Tarth. Book canon divergent potential arranged marriage AU, set immediately after the scene in ASoS Jaime IX, when Jaime gives Brienne Oathkeeper.
(I've got another 1k or so written of the next scene, but this felt complete enough to post as a ficlet. Or chapter. Whatever.)
~*~
Jaime had meant to send Brienne away immediately after giving her Oathkeeper. It would have been better, cleaner, for that to be their parting. But there was one last thing yet to be said. One thing he’d been putting off. She will not like it. But it must be said.
Only now that Brienne was before him, it was difficult to know how to broach the subject. Jaime tried an oblique approach.
“Lord Tywin has suggested… Is it true that you have Targaryen blood?”
Confusion was writ clear in the Maid of Tarth’s blue eyes. “Aye. My grandmother. What of it? Most noble families could say the same, surely.”
Jaime had said as much to Lord Tywin. “Not so many as you would think,” Tywin had replied. “Nor so recent, and without the stain of bastardy. The dragons did not lightly mingle blood.” He’d sounded resentful, doubtless brooding still on Aerys’ slight to Cersei.
Jaime took Tywin’s meaning. A Targaryen grandmother had been the base of Robert’s claim, what little there was beyond his strength of arms and web of alliances. And Aerys’ madness, of course. Always that.
Lord Tywin was sketching something on a map of Westeros as he spoke. “I’ve made overtures to Lord Selwyn on your sister’s behalf, but the Evenstar is disinclined to marry. He has a daughter, however. One he’s had trouble finding a bridegroom for. Tarth would be beneath you, in the ordinary run, but the name is a good one. An old one. We could make a claim for your children if Tommen fails to provide - through the dragon rather than the stag, but it will do.”
Tywin sprinkled powder on the wet ink and then looked up at Jaime. His eyes were disquieting. “Lord Selwyn is soft as ever; he refuses to countenance a match not of his daughter’s liking. But I’m sure you can charm the girl, even with your recent…lack.” Lord Tywin’s eyes stubbornly refused to flit to Jaime’s stump. “I’m told she’s homely and shy. An easy conquest.”
Ah, father, if only you knew. The Maid of Tarth loves me not. All Jaime said, however, was, “As I’ve told you. I will not be forsworn. I cannot wed.”
Tywin grunted at that. Displeased and doubting as ever. “You are the ideal choice, but we can find another. Lancel is sufficiently recovered. Martyn is young yet, but Lord Selwyn would be a fool to refuse him on the account. It is crucial that we move before our enemies. She is a loose end that must be tied off. I don’t mean to see a claim to the throne seized by the likes of a Robert Arryn or Theon Greyjoy.”
No, Brienne wouldn’t care for either of those matches. Jaime’s head began to ache. He needed air. He needed this conversation to end. “As you say, my Lord.”
It was only as he left that he thought to wonder why he’d never told his father that he knew the wench. Even the thought of speaking her name in front of Lord Tywin sickened him and made his throat grow tight. A strange reaction.
But that had been days ago, and now the Lady Brienne was in front of him. Clutching her new-given sword like a babe in swaddling and looking at him with concern. Did she think he meant to ask for the sword back?
Jaime did not want to speak the words, no more than he’d wanted to carry on the topic with Lord Tywin. My father wishes us to wed. He couldn’t say it. The Maid of Tarth had little skill at hiding her thoughts. Jaime could just imagine how the prickly wench might mistake his meaning. She’d seen insult and a stain to her honor even in the gift of Oathkeeper. How could he convince her he had no plans to stain her honor further with a forced wedding to the Kingslayer?
Yet she had to be warned. He tried again to approach the topic tactfully.
“There are some who would say you had a claim to the throne, of sorts. After Tommen. A thin one, perhaps, but a claim.”
She looked at him blankly. “That would be news to my lord father. News he’d laugh down. If you’re worried about Tarth turning rebel, Ser Jaime, you’ve naught to fear on that count. Neither my father nor I have any claim to press, nor desire to do so.”
Turning rebel again, he might have said. He did not. “Your lord father might not, but what of your lord husband?”
“My…my lord husband?” She reddened slightly. “You know that I…I’ve no intention of…” she trailed off anxiously, looking like she might bite her own tongue. “I’ve had no proper suitors, not truly, not since the day I broke Ser Humfrey Wagstaff’s ribs. Nor am I like to have, now.”
Wagstaff? Jaime vaguely recalled a face from a long-ago tourney…but that Humfrey Wagstaff had been an old man, even then. If he yet lived he’d surely be seventy or more. Jaime abruptly decided Lord Selwyn was a fool who couldn’t be trusted to handle Lord Tywin’s proposals.
“If the lords of our fair land decide you’re the key to kingship, I assure you that will change.” Jaime tried to keep his tone light, but he could feel urgency leaking into the words “You could be ugly as Erich Greyjoy and stupid as Spotted Pate, yet still be the most sought after bride from here to the Wall. Take care in your journeys, my lady, or you may find yourself wedded, bedded, and a mother of three before you know what’s happened.”
Or worse. A loose end, Tywin had called her. To be taken care of.
The stupid wench just laughed quietly and shook her head. “Unlikely, Ser Jaime. Whatever claim you think we have…no one has suggested it before, except in jest. No lord will send his son on such slim expectation. And I could handle such fools as thought otherwise.”
Her carelessness would drive him mad. If she could not see the danger, how could she protect herself? His answering laugh sounded harsh to his own ears. “No lord? Do you think so? Mine own lord father instructed me to woo and wed you.”
Absolute silence fell. Brienne stared at him, mouth agape. Ah, there’s the expression I was hoping to avoid. Shock, panic, a dash of dawning horror. See, father, she’d never consent to be Lady Kingslayer. Not for all the gold beneath the Rock.
“But- but-” she stammered, “you- you’re- You can’t! You’re Kingsguard!”
Of all the objections… Jaime raised his hands in surrender. “And Kingslayer, too, with shit for honor. The white cloak means less and less these days, since Ser Barristan the Bold was stripped of his. What’s another oath forsworn? But have no fear, my good Lady of Tarth, I’ve no plan to play the penny villain and force you to the sept. I’m trying to warn you, not wed you.”
Her hoped that would calm her down, but her breath was still coming in harsh, fast pants. “But...I...your father. How could he...why?” Jaime had never seen Brienne at such a stammering loss for words. She was calmer fighting the bear.
“As I told you. He wants an heir for Tommen, and another for the Rock. And a Lord Commander of the Kingsguard who can hold a sword, I suppose.” He held up his right arm for emphasis. “Alas for Lord Tywin, whatever this cloak means now, I’ve no wish to spit on it further. The Kingsguard swear for life.” Brienne had said him the white cloak suited him. A meaningless pleasantry - or had she actually meant it? He knew her better, now, than to suspect a cruel jest. “But though I have refused my father, I do have cousins. He intends to match you with one of them. I suppose you could meet Lancel now and see if you favor him - but trust me. I couldn’t advise the match.”
Fond though Jaime was of his Uncle Kevan, he found little to praise in Lancel. Brienne ought to wed a man she could respect. Few enough of those, I fear. He might think on the matter further. Later. Much later.
Brienne’s breathing had finally slowed, and she’d closed her mouth. “That is…that is well. I wouldn’t…No. Of course. I…I thank you for your warning.”
She is a loose end that must be tied off. Tywin’s words left him uneasy. But what else could Jaime say? He had issued his warning, and in a moment she would leave. Stupid, ugly, stubborn wench. Be well. Be safe.
“That is all, then.” He gave a curt nod, and she turned to leave.
A loose end…as Robb Stark had been. As Elia Martell and her babes had been. I didn’t know, he told Rhaegar’s ghost. As he always did. I didn’t know, I didn’t know, I couldn’t have stopped it…
“No. Wait.” Brienne turned around at his voice, fixing those big blue eyes on him once more. Jaime did not know why he had called out. He did not know what he would say next. But he had to say something. “I will not renounce the white cloak at my father’s pleasure. The oath is for life. It is no toy in the games of kings. But if… If you wished the protection of my name…” he felt a fool, a fumbling boy tripping on his own tongue. “I could make you Lady Lannister. If you wish it.”
So blue, a man could drown in eyes so blue, especially as wide as they were now. What was he doing? She would refuse him, gods be thanked, and they would never speak of this again.
She said nothing, frozen in clear shock, and Jaime heard himself fill the silence. “I would make no demands upon you, no…” he was babbling now, he could hear that too, but he could not stop the rush of words. “no…wifely duties. You would be free. I swear it.” Meaningless oaths from a man without honor. “The name of Lannister would open more doors than that of Tarth. And you would demand a better ransom if bandits or soldiers took you. Far more than 300 dragons for the Lady of Casterly Rock. It would be protection, of a sort. Only that, until your task was done.” Seven Hells, why hadn’t she spoken yet? He felt like a man awaiting the executioner’s blade. Refuse me, wench, curse me and have done!
And what if she said yes? A worse disaster yet. Any future annulment would be a scandal, but what was the alternative? They would need to journey to the Rock, to have his vassals pledge to her. Could she be happy there? Even if she somehow found her lady’s daughter, and put her impossible quest to rest?
Perhaps the waves of the Westerlands would remind her of the waters of Tarth. She would like the singers of Lannisport, he thought, and the great theaters where they enacted tales of knights and maids of old. He would dress her in the finest gowns, in every shade of blue, and commission the strongest arms and armor Lannister gold could buy. He could bring her to the taverns where he and Tyrion had laughed as boys, walk her through the city gardens, and-
“I, I’m sorry, I…I…you are very, very kind, it is good of you to…but...I…I cannot.” Brienne of Tarth stammered. She had tears in her eyes, Jaime realized with horror. “I…oh, I cannot. Could not. I…I have to go. Fare you...farewell!”
She turned heel and fled from him, she who he'd never seen flee before. Jaime placed his head in his hands and cursed himself for a fool.
Hey ASOIAF fandom pals, all 6 or so of you…where are we at vis-a-vis the theory that Daario “Stormcrow” Naharis = Euron “Crowseye” Greyjoy?
Is Daario secretly Euron?
Yes. There can only be so many blue-mouthed storm + crow themed guys out there.
No. Daario’s just this guy, you know?
No. Daario’s just a secret Blackfyre or Brightflame line Targaryen.
No. Daario has some OTHER wild secret. (Daario = Benjen truthers assemble?)
I have never thought about this before and I refuse to have an opinion now.
I just like clicking buttons (see results).
Remaining time: 1 day 22 hours
My head still says it’s a whole lot of sailing for him to pull it off…but I just reread the Iron Islands Kingsmoot chapter (which rocks btw, sorry for not fully appreciating it on my first read through, George). And every time Euron mocks me, the reader, personally, about how fast his ships are……I wonder……..
(Where’d you get all that treasure, Crowseye? Was it from the sieges of Yunkai and Mereen???)
Daario randomly fucks off for a few months twice during ADWD.
Apparently these time periods correspond roughly with Euron's two appearances in AFFC.
It’s not enough time to sail from Meereen to the Iron Islands and back again…unless of course you had captive warlocks doing blood magic to fill your sails 24/7.
…which Euron absolutely does. And possibly secret sailing routes through Old Valyria:
The wind was at their backs, as it had been all the way down from Old Wyk. It was whispered about the fleet that Euron's wizards had much and more to do with that, that the Crow's Eye appeased the Storm God with blood sacrifice. -AFFC, The Reaver (Victarion)
Daario left Essos with a bunch of treasure from Yunkai...
...right before Euron showed up with a bunch of gold of unknown origin at the Kingsmoot.
Euron has blue lips, presumably from drinking weird warlock juice.
Daario dyes his beard blue, meaning no one would notice some extra blue on his lips. (Or maybe the blue dye is actually WHY Euron has blue lips?)
Daario has blue eyes. (Almost purple)
Euron’s good eye is blue. (His crow’s eye is black iirc, but that might just be because it’s suuuuper dilated.)
Euron is "the most comely" of Quellon Greyjoy's sons.
Daario is hot enough that Dany can ignore his stupid everything else and find him distractingly good looking. (I know not all hot men are the same person; it's just part of the "looking similar" story.)
Jorah in ASoS thinks Daario is hiding something with his dyed beard and overly flashy getup. Like it's a costume. Unfortunately (I hate to give Jorah a win), he's clearly right.
Euron's the kind of guy who would think daggers with hilts shaped like sexy ladies are cool. C'mon. You know he would.
Daario is the leader of the Stormcrows.
Euron is the Crow's Eye. He is the storm:
A smile played across Euron's blue lips. "I am the storm, my lord. The first storm, and the last." - AFFC, The Reaver
Euron plans to wed Dany and has sent Victarion to woo her on his behalf. Why didn't he go himself?
Victarion is planning to betray Euron, which is so incredibly obvious an outcome it must be part of Euron's plan. (Euron knows Victarion hates him.)
Daario has been busy wooing Dany over in Meereen. Where he'd be well-place to manipulate Victarion when he shows up.
Hey ASOIAF fandom pals, all 6 or so of you…where are we at vis-a-vis the theory that Daario “Stormcrow” Naharis = Euron “Crowseye” Greyjoy?
Is Daario secretly Euron?
Yes. There can only be so many blue-mouthed storm + crow themed guys out there.
No. Daario’s just this guy, you know?
No. Daario’s just a secret Blackfyre or Brightflame line Targaryen.
No. Daario has some OTHER wild secret. (Daario = Benjen truthers assemble?)
I have never thought about this before and I refuse to have an opinion now.
I just like clicking buttons (see results).
Remaining time: 1 day 22 hours
My head still says it’s a whole lot of sailing for him to pull it off…but I just reread the Iron Islands Kingsmoot chapter (which rocks btw, sorry for not fully appreciating it on my first read through, George). And every time Euron mocks me, the reader, personally, about how fast his ships are……I wonder……..
(Where’d you get all that treasure, Crowseye? Was it from the sieges of Yunkai and Mereen???)
Breakdown of what kind of bad boss the sect leaders are:
Lxc: nonprofit ed who got promoted way too young with no management experience who is excellent at executing the mission and whose heart is in the right place but bless his heart you would not put him in charge of a pet rock because the pet rock would die. Gets away with an incredible amount of dysfunction because he's really nice. The person in charge of operations is g-d's strongest soldier and whatever they are getting paid it's not enough.
Nmj: ex military blue collar union guy. Thinks he's very fair and moral and thinks he runs a tight ship because he whips out drill sergeant stuff when people aren't acting right, meanwhile the amount of hazing going on would shame a british prep school. Confuses "yelling at staff" for "addressing the problem." If you're bringing problems with your coworkers to him then you're the one at fault. Man up and work harder. Does inspire big loyalty though.
Jiang Fengmian: checked out head of a family business who swears *he's * not the one bringing his family problems to work, it's his family doing that (he is absolutely doing that). Always says he's going to give people bonuses and always forgets. Actively jeopardizing the business with the family shit he refuses to deal with. Lets his kids and wife terrorize staff and then at most is like "now now, see this is why I can't finalize a succession plan."
Jin Guangshan: do I even need to say it.
Wen Ruohan: fully insane and delusional tech ceo who genuinely believes that like. If they don't build a superintelligence on the moon then the libs will win. Basically peter Thiel.
Wei Wuxian: startup nutcase. Sends you 10 emails for immediate reply at 3am. Misses your scheduled check in because he just HAD to try his new idea Right Now. Ethics and testing are for people who won't be remembered by history. Eats your lunch out of the fridge even when you lable it.
Jiang Cheng: he's on 30 under 30, his org is tight, they are famous for getting things done and done well, but nobody who works there smiles and its because boss man has never said a single nice thing about anyone's work and is always pissed off. Regularly makes staff cry by just saying mean shit. Sadly, he does not mean any of it and doesn't understand why turnover is so high. He does pay really well and the perks are great but is that enough to make up for him taking everything personally and making everything personal?
Jin Guangyao: look i know I am not an unbiased observer but I do think he was a really really good boss ok. Knowledgeable about all aspects of the operation, knows everyone's name and personal details, patient and accommodating. However it is really hard to get him to fire someone even when they are obviously and persistently terrorizing everyone else, which does cause a lot of problems and is very very frustrating to work for because you just wind up having to put up with xue yang despite his hr file being a mile long because boss man feels really bad about firing people. Except for that one intern but that's Very Confidential :). Everyone is shocked when the FBI raids the office and even more shocked when its about him having used company resources to cover up a murder.
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