It was time for Theon to take what was his by birth, the Driftwood Throne. His return to Pyke wasn't a happy occasion, his Lord Father was dead, fallen from a bridge in the midst of a storm. Theon hadn't known his father well, but he had been a fearsome man, and an arrogant one. Theon was his heir, and a semblance of the old man still lived on in his son.
Theon walked onto the land of Pyke for the first time in ten years, and he felt stronger. This was the land of his people, the land he had been separated from for ten years. This land belonged to the people who did not sow, the people he led. Theon was led into the great hall of Pyke, the castle that he had called home as a boy, was taken from, and now returned to. His new subjects stood around him, but they thought him green, and he would change that eventually. He would have need of patience now, it was all a matter of whichever side won the war.
The Silence had docked. Euron Greyjoy was back. To take what was rightfully his. His brother Balon, had banished him, told not to return unless he was dead, which he was, ironically. Now he had come to take his place. Even after being banished, Euron was still an ironborn through and through and was known as a skilled warrior and tactician, being responsible for the tactics used in the Greyjoy Rebellion where they had successfully taken Lannisport. The rebellion would of been a huge success if Westeros was not united. However now, it was all divided, and they had a great chance to redeem the lives that were lost that year, including his two nephews who fought valiantly.
The Silence was his ship, and a grand ship it was. It was manned by a crew that did not appear elsewhere, a crew that did not complain, a crew that did as they were told, a crew guiding their victorious ship from place to place, a crew that did not answer back to their captain. Reason? They simply could not. Each of them were a testament of how their lives were wholly put into the hands of Euron and were all alive and well, and for the man Euron was, he wouldn't have a crew of lackies, but a crew of fighters, a crew that would fight on, a crew that would work.
He trudged towards the Great Hall where he had been ten years ago. Behind him was his own guardsmen. Euron had been in Pyke for a few days, and Aeron had arranged a Kingsmoot where Victarion, Asha, and himself, competed for taking Lordship of the Iron Islands. Now however, it seemed there would be another candidate on the list, a candidate that was not expected, a candidate that Euron saw as no competition at all, as he opened the great doors himself. The sound of his boots echoed round the hall, aswell as the sound of the clatter of his armor.
"I hear.....the prodigal son, has returned", glancing round with his single eye. His notable eyepatch still where it was ten years before. Theon, at the end of the rebellion, was given as a ward to the Starks and none of them had heard from him since. It made him wonder how he managed to get here, though guess the news that he had heard on his travels explains why. Though he may be hear, he was curious what his attentions were, though he would let him come forward first.
The doors of the hall swung wide open, and a figure strode into the great hall of Pyke, boots resounding on the floor. It was Euron, the disgraceful uncle of Theon, who was exiled from the islands after raping his brother's rock wife. That act of treachery was so vile, Euron was expelled, and told to never return while Theon's father was alive. But Balon was dead now, and the order died with him. If Theon was to become lord, he would need to beat him, Asha, and Victarion in order to lead the Ironborn.
Then the Crow's-eye spoke, "I hear... the prodigal son has returned." It sounded contemptuous, and an insult to the fact that Theon had been taken captive. Theon was angry, and when he was angry he made stupid decisions. "I see the adventurous uncle has returned as well." He spoke, trying to maintain a level tone. "I wonder how many rock wives are glad that you were away for so long, considering what happened last time you were here?"
Euron wasn't expected Theon to be here, but it appeared he was and changed alot. It had been 10 years since both of them were here, and both of them had grown since then. Theon was 10 when he was taken away, and now here they both were, standing, facing each other, but not the welcome he was hoping for, though it did not bother him. Afterall, he was one that could handle himself well, having gone from place-to-place, getting in and out of trouble, being the skilled warrior that he was.
Instead of a wide smile and welcoming him with open arms, Theon seemed displeased with his greeting, "I see the adventurous uncle has returned as well....I wonder how many rock wives are glad that you were away for so long, considering what happened last time you were here?". He sure had a sharp tongue, but he shouldn't be messing with the "Crow's Eye". His response couldn't help him chuckling to himself. He sure missed how Theon used to be, and now he had grown.
"At least, I had an adventure", he remarked, before looking at Theon with his eye, "Unfortunately I had to call my adventure off when I heard my dear brother had been taken by the Drowned God, and that the young pup needs looking after". His smirk widening, seeing that he had spent the last 10 years growing with wolves, but sure looked soft to him as he looked at him.