The Lion and the Rose: South

[Talleyrand]

The scream, cut through the air, seemingly into the very bones of the individuals gathered on the hill. AaaaRRREEEEeeeeeeeee it went, attracting all eyes within a mile's radius. A immense man, hairless and dark, stood where the ribs began with his arms adorned in rings of gold and jade and jet. He blew into  a glistening black horn taller than he was. As he grasped it with all his strength, its twisted bands of red gold and dark steel glimmered with the red glow of the ancient Valyrian glyphs to which the horn played host.

As other men covered their eyes, overcome by the sheer wail or pain and fury, Euron Crow's Eye only smiled as the men reached in their minds for their gods. For what did a man who had sailed the Smoking Sea and traversed the ruins of Ancient Valyria have to fear? Each one of them has a use. True, Aeron might prove to be a problem, but even he could not deny the might of Euron's power. As for Victarion, oaf he was, his strength in battle was undoubtable, and Euron had a certain task in mind for him... as he did for his niece, the last of his unlamented brother Balon's blood.

Euron's mongrel's cheeks were now totally puffed out, and so harsh were the twitches of his chest that the bird of prey tattooed upon it looked like it would rip free. The glyphs on the horn were white fire and the sound was truly endless. The longer it lasts, the greater my power over them. And then the man fell. Smoke wafted into thin air from the horn, and he coughed blood from his ravaged mouth. The eagle on his chest bled profusely too.  

The Crow's Eye walked slowly through the crowd, his smiling eye staring into every captain and self-professed king. He finally spoke, telling them of how he had exceeded every last one of his kraken ancestors in power, seen wonders and terrors beyond imagining. He then turned to the elder of his brothers and niece, mocking them for their ideas. One wants only a frozen wasteland, and the other wants surrender. Time seemed to have come to a standstill by the time he proclaimed his true intentions.

"We are the ironborn, and once we were conquerors. Our writ ran everywhere the sound of the waves was heard. My brother would have be content with the cold and dismal north, my niece with even less ... but I shall give you Lannisport. Highgarden. The Arbor. Oldtown. The riverlands and the Reach, the kingswood and the rainwood, Dorne and the marches, the Mountains of the Moon and the Vale of Arryn, Tarth and the Stepstones. I say we take it all! I say, we take Westeros."

[Talleyrand]

Victarion walked the bridge from the Great Keep to the Sea Tower unsteadily. Though the bridge shook and rushes of water beat at his feet as the sea struck the cliffs of Pyke, he had no fear. His faith in the Drowned God sustained him. By the time he reached the entrance to the tower and the guards moved for him to pass, he took a deep breath, struggling to control his anger. He remembered the moans of his wife as he had beaten her... her pleading was lodged deep into his nightmares. But now Euron, much as he might rage against it within the recesses of his brain, was Iron King, chosen at the Kingsmoot the Damphair had called.

Euron was drinking from a silver cup, adorned in a rich black cloak and his red leather eye patch, staring from the large window that lay in the solar. Sitting across from him was Asha, a look of worry mixed with incredulation upon her face. The Damphair was nowhere to be seen; since Euron had spoken to him privately in the morning, he had departed entirely from the island fortress.

"My brother," Euron began, with a hint of amusement in his voice "I have an order to command of you."

Victarion listened to what his brother had to say, offering weak protests while Asha made biting remarks, but nothing could dissuade the madman. Yet the reward of what he promised was too great to pass up, and although the risks were great, he dare not face the wrath of his brother, at least yet.

[Talleyrand]

Whichever came out first; just like how Cersei would have been heir to Tywin had she been male. I guess it's up to Lumine to decide between Horas and Hobber for that honor.