Gregar II Baratheon, second son of Roland Baratheon, has long doubted his place in the Stormlands, and indeed, the world at large. No matter how one sees him, he remains but one thing - a second son, and ultimately, a man with no future beyond serving his brother, the lord of Storm's End. Though trained in the art of warfare and proving to be of some value in that regard, he is far from the legendary fighter his father styled his second son as. Likewise, though trained in the classical studies that a nobleman undergoes, he is also not exactly prophetic in that capacity, proving to be remarkably average, though his handsome features take the edge off.

Not that one needed handsome features when you had a name such as 'Baratheon' at your backing.

The appearance of a mysterious red priestess at the court of Storm's End raised many eyebrows, more so when she took a liking to this young Baratheon, and spent many hours a day with him, talking of R'hllor, Westeros, and the future of the continent. Although she seemingly came out of nowhere, and not many could recall when exactly she did appear, and where from even, this posed no problem to her, maneuvering her way around the court as if she had always belonged there.

One question remains: what does a red priestess need from a second son, no matter how daring and dashing he may be?

In the west, the Greyjoy's continue their rule over the Iron Islands, proving themselves to be the fearsome warriors they have been for centuries -- the Iron Islands' grip on the Riverlands lost for ages now, they continue to take what is theirs like they still own the place. Their leader, Urragon Greyjoy, sits atop the Seastone Chair, and has raised his daughter as a son after losing his only son during a misfortunate accident at sea. She has prepared herself to take over the mantle as ruler of the Iron Islands, casting aside any critique or doubts about her capability with her axe -- she may be a woman, but on the Iron Islands 'we do not sow,' and this includes women.

Unluckily for her, the alleged true heir to Urragon Grejoy has risen from the waters, raising himself after washing ashore on one of the Northernmost islands of the Iron Islands. Normally a claim of nobility that is so out-of-worldly would be dismissed easily as some peasant trying to get a shot at nobility -- but one has to admit that he does resemble the dead heir, and the lack of popularity for Euron's daughter as heir has not exactly helped her case.

The Iron Islands are split almost equally in terms of who to support -- the daughter-raised-as-son, who claims no man can best her in combat, or the newly risen son, who some claim is sent by the Drowned God after taking him for five years. Whichever the Iron Islands' support, it is clear that Urragon wants his alleged son dead, dismissing him as merely some upstart rabblerouser.