| Text | - "Lord Balon is nothing like his father."
- "Tell me about Lord Quellon."
- "The Iron Islands need strength, not gentility."
- "Were you and Lord Quellon lovers?"
- "Nyall grew up in Essos. He can never be truly Ironborn."
- "No son of his? Do you mean Nyall is not a Greyjoy?"
- "Aye." She smiles. "I always heard Ironborn were fierce and cruel, but Lord Quellon was gentle. He cared for me and the babe."
- "He was a gentleman," Myriah says. "He used to talk about bringing scholars and craftsmen to the Iron Islands. Civilizing them.
- Myriah stares after Nyall, stricken. "Quellon Grayjoy would never spill his own brother's blood for any gain. Nyall is no son of his."
- "He's Greyjoy blood, sure enough." She sighs. "But more than blood makes a lord. He has none of Lord Quellon's loyalty or decency, only ambition."
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