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

Part 16

Chapter 16

Meereen was a city of many religions, the city had temples of nearly every religion ranging from the Seven, the goat worship of Qohor, the Red God of Volantis and their own temple which held priestesses commonly referred to as Graces.

Daemon Targaryen found himself infront of a Red Temple, this one much smaller and less impressive than the Red Temple of Volantis, and as he stood infront of it, he felt hesitant to walk in, believing that he may not like the answer that he had come to seek.

Yet, as he was about to step in, a voice from behind cut in.

"You seem hesitant to enter the temple," and he looked back and found a priestess standing there, clad in an all too familiar red robe with eyes that glistened with a red hue.

"The Red God is grac..."

"I am afraid I am not here to seek your God's gracity," he replied curtly, yet his tone or his words did little to deter the red woman who walked towards him and began to look at him.

"Then tell me what you seek, Liberator?" she questioned, and he was surprised by that word.

He hesitated for a moment before he removed his blade from its sheath, the red woman did not even flinch as he put it forward, though he did not miss how her eyes widened as she saw the red glistening ruby on the hilt.

"Where did you get that?" she questioned, and he did not answer.

"I took it as retribution," he answered, and the red woman slowly reached for the ruby.

"I wish to know how to break a curse cast by the one who once wore this around her neck," he questioned, and she touched the ruby yet quickly retracted her hand.

"Such power..." she gasped out as she looked up at him, though his own gaze no longer lingered on the red woman but was focused on the men of the city guard that had begun sprouting all around him.

They were armed, and his grip over his blade tightened as he pulled the red woman behind her and raised his blade as he looked all around.

"If you are here to kill me, then I can assure you would need more men..." he said as he looked the guard captain in the eye.

"...a lot more men," he answered as he placed both his hands on the blade's hilt.

The captain of the guards smirked as he stepped forward. Daemon knew that the man belonged to the richest family in Meereen, and though they were called the city guards, they were little more than henchmen of the City's ruling families.

"I am afraid that day is not today. I am only here to escort you today. The Masters wish to speak to you," he said, though the guards' hostility told him that this was neither a request nor a wish.

"And what if I do not wish to see the masters?" he asked, and the man's smirk mocked him as he replied.

"That would not be a pretty picture," he replied, and Daemon scoffed.

"I told you, you do not have enough men to harm me," Daemon replied. The man's eyes narrowed as he bared his teeth and answered.

"Who said anything about harming you?"

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JON ARRYN

Jon Arryn considered himself a good judge of character, and he was not shy in admitting that he had underestimated the Prince Daemon Targaryen was neither his father nor his brother. He was much more shrewd and politically astute than either of them.