Earl Farman paid the price for his defiance.
His nightclothes were stripped off and replaced with a luxurious blue robe trimmed in red and yellow, embroidered with small silver boats, the sigil of his family.
He struggled fiercely, but his arms and legs were bound to the chair.
He wanted to curse, but a large white radish was jammed between his teeth, preventing him from closing or opening his mouth, his tongue unable to move.
However, he could see and hear.
Earl Farman gradually felt an ominous premonition.
Meanwhile.
The Ironborn in the hall burst into laughter, continuing to enjoy the victory celebration.
People were drinking, shouting, pushing and shoving, boasting about how many enemies they had slain, how many heroic deeds they had accomplished, and how much plunder they had gained.
Many were adorned with new decorations.
Quellon Humbly tore down a tapestry from the wall to use as a cloak, holding a steak in one hand and swinging a crab in the other.
Baron Sandley had a string of pearls and agates hanging from the front of his gilded Lannister breastplate, but he was sprawled on the table sucking on a bone, covered in grease, as if oiling his armor and polishing his jewels.
Edred Codd, with a woman under each arm, stumbled towards the end of the hall, his face full of lecherous smiles, a ring on every finger.
Ordinary crewmen had also escaped the hardship of life at sea, no longer using stale hardtack as plates, but dining on pure silver platters instead.
Others were banging wine cups against the tables in rhythm, singing ancient, stirring war songs of raiders.
The atmosphere was quite lively.
The very tall Yohn Farwynd was an anomaly among them. The seats around him were empty; no one wanted to be near him.
There was a saying circulating in the Iron Islands that the Farwynd family were Skinchangers, godless monsters who could transform at will into sea lions, walruses, or even wolves of the sea—Spotted Whales.
Yohn Farwynd himself seemed to confirm this.
His expression was indifferent, even eerie, unlike any victorious Ironborn. The color of his Eyes constantly shifted between black, blue, and green, making him even less like a human.
What human's Eyes would change color?
The Ironborn whispered among themselves, perhaps it was because of the Farwynd family's legendary ability that Great King Euron brought him along, allowing them to foil the attacks from Fair Isle each time.
Of course, it could also have been the five warlocks on the Silence who saw the attacks, or Great King Euron's other eye, or even the Kraken.
In short, the Farwynd family were all strange and should not be approached.
Yohn Farwynd, however, was indifferent to the gazes and whispers of his companions. He simply held a golden cup and drank strong liquor continuously, without stopping, his expression unchanged, as if he were drinking water to quench his thirst.
Each time he held out an empty cup, a young woman with fair skin quickly refilled it. She was dressed in a blue Velvet gown trimmed with gilded lace.
She was one of Earl Farman's daughters.
And this was far from the end.
"Here we go, the game has just begun." Crow's Eye smiled at Earl Farman in his seat.
The Ironborn suddenly erupted in a clamor, a cacophony of harsh laughter, whistles, shouts, and teasing remarks sounding simultaneously.
Amidst the enthusiastic welcome, a dozen maids gracefully walked in, presenting the finest wine, bloody rare roast beef, stuffed ducks, and barrels of fresh crabs.
All the maids were dressed in exquisite wool and luxurious Velvet.
Earl Farman's face instantly turned red.
These were not maids! He twisted his head, struggling, and with just a glance, he recognized his wife, his sister, and his precious daughters!
At this moment, two Ironborn dragged a bound man and threw him onto the table in front of the high platform.
The man twisted his body, knocking over food and dishes everywhere before finally kneeling up. Then, he defiantly showed angry Eyes.
Earl Farman recognized him, Gareth Clifton, his sister's husband.
"Our actors are all here. No need for further ado, the performance begins now." Crow's Eye clapped his hands and stood up, a wicked smile on his face.
"This one," Crow's Eye looked at the maids below, "the plump lady, what is your name?"
Earl Farman could feel his sister's fear.
"Jenny Farman, my lord," his sister answered trembling, her arms trying to cover the exposed skin beneath her clothes.
"Tsk." Crow's Eye looked displeased.
"How can you not remember? I am the King, not merely a lord."
The Ironborn echoed the curses.
Jenny Farman's face turned pale, "Please forgive me, Your Majesty."
Earl Farman turned his head, unable to bear watching any longer.
But Crow's Eye forcefully twisted his neck, "Earl, you are the most important audience. How can you not watch? Do you perhaps hate these poor women so much that you wish them all dead?"
A blatant threat. Earl Farman had no choice but to look straight ahead, his gaze vacant.
Crow's Eye seemed to lose much of his interest.
"Fine, let's get this over with quickly. You," Crow's Eye pointed at Jenny Farman, "lie on the table, strip yourself naked, and earn your husband's Life."
The Ironborn chuckled, and the atmosphere of the feast instantly became more boisterous.
Gareth Clifton roared and shouted, "Don't do this, Jenny! You absolutely cannot yield to these scumbags! I'd rather die!"
Crow's Eye urged lightly, "Or, do you want your nieces to perform for you? Make up your mind quickly."
Jenny Farman subconsciously looked back. Her nieces were all teary-eyed and terrified, silently pleading, like kittens in a storm.
"Take it off!" the Ironborn jeered.
"Hurry up and take it off, what are you dawdling for! Any later, who will still be in the mood to look at you, you fat pig!"
"If you die, you'll have nothing left, take it off..."
Jenny trembled all over.
Countless sounds crisscrossed and weaved through the hall of Fair Isle City, converging into a huge, indistinguishable noise, only the excitement and malice contained within could be felt.
If she had asked the Witch to give her a prophecy back then, could she have foreseen today's nightmare?
She didn't know.
Among those three little girls, Jenny was so scared by the Witch's malicious eyes that she ran out of the tent, Melara drowned the night of the prophecy, and Cersei is now the Queen Regent of the Seven Kingdoms.
Your Majesty Cersei, you will avenge me, won't you? Yes, the Iron Throne will avenge the Farman family...
Oh~ roar~
The Ironborn were cheering.
She shed all her clothes, lay on the messy bones and dishes, closed her eyes tightly, and pretended not to hear her husband's hoarse wails a foot away.
Crow's Eye watched Earl Farman, pleased with his reaction.
"Ironborn!"
Crow's Eye raised his arms high, "Enjoy your spoils to your heart's content!"
The Ironborn roared in response.
The girls screamed and cried, and were quickly engulfed by the Ironborn. Shredded cloth flew.
...
Until late at night.
The smell of alcohol, blood, and debauchery filled the entire hall. The open windows occasionally blew in cold, salty sea air, making people slightly sober.
Amidst the chaos, Crow's Eye stood on the highest point.
"Set sail tomorrow," the King ordered, "Fill the buckets with spring water, take every sack of grain, every barrel of beef, as much salted meat as possible. We're heading south,"
The Ironborn all looked at the King.
Crow's Eye recalled the prophecy he dreamed of. Renly was about to reach Storm's End, and Joffrey's true form would be destroyed at Storm's End.
The Kraken will once again ascend the highest throne, winning everything with storms and the sea!
The prophecy guided, "Take the Shield Islands!!"
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