The Burnt Prince-GOT SI (OC x Ashara Dayne)

Part 15

Chapter 15

Under the glimmering mood, the two richest and most influential of the Wise Masters of the ruling families of Meereen gathered once more to discuss the fate of one they had already condemned.

"Ottar failed," the head of the richest Pahl family, Drius Pahl spoke as he sipped wine from his cup. The family had a history dating back to the times before the Valyrian arrival in the region and also commanded the city guard.

"Not just Ottar, but all those who were sent after him have failed," added Enias, the master of Galare's second-richest House in Meereen.

"That is highly disturbing. Ottar has never failed us in years," added Drius Pahl thoughtfully as he sat down, his fingers slowly tapping away at the table.

"The Zhaq's are distraught. Their young son lost another fortune in the pits. They are almost done," added Enius, and Pahl nodded. The council was more of a ruse, the Ten families ruled over Meereen in name. The truth was that not every seat was not equal.

The Zhaq's were poorer and so their influence and power was limited unlike the Pahl's and Galare's who were the richest and could influence the whole Council.

"Let them squaller. This shall teach them a lesson," Drius dismissed the worries.

"Indeed, but this is dangerous. Whomever he is, he is disturbing the balance," Galare added.

"What has he done with all the wealth, the manses, and the slaves," Drius questioned as Enius looked through a piece of parchment.

"The manses he own still, and he has bought many fields in the outer region with the money as for the slaves..." and the master of the Galare stopped momentarily before he continued.

"He freed them," he said, looking up at Drius, who now had a frown on his face.

"He freed them," and Enius nodded.

"Indeed, he did. Many chose to leave Meereen, and the others he now employs at his fields are where he is somehow obtaining better yield than all those around him."

Drius stood up and walked towards the balcony.

"This is dangerous, as I told you, he is disturbing the balance," Enius added once more and he nodded.

"That he is, yet we still do not know his name. Where does he come from? His purpose?" Drius repeated the many questions that remained unanswered about the masked man.

"Does it matter? He is a threat. We must deal with him," Enius added, and Drius nodded, agreeing with the statement.

"If we cannot harm him, then perhaps it is time we taught him a lesson through other means," Drius added, glancing back at Enius.

"Summon him and have men ready to torch everything he owns. It is time we saw the man behind the mask."

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EDDARD STARK

The parley had been a disaster, and there were no two ways about it. Jon had called the parley, hoping to convince the Prince to settle for a Grand Council, and in return, they would make certain assurances.

The lands of Dragonstone Summer Hall were offered to the Prince and his family in case the vote was not to end in their favor. Yet the Prince rejected the offer, and his next actions caused a chasm in the rebellion, which Eddard felt had the chance of breaking everything.