On the prow of Silence, a naked and heavily pregnant woman was tied up and struggled in vain to free herself. She visibly began withering and her stomach swelled further. She opened her mouth to beg but only pained grunts came out as her tongue had been cut out. Euron Greyjoy, clad in his dark scale armour, slowly walked on the deck towards his former lover. The King of the Isles had a crazy smile on his face that would make one's skin crawl. His left hand moved stiffly, but his otherwise smiling blue eye had gone pitch black.