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

Part 17

Chapter 17

Daemon Targaryen was led to one of the largest and most prestigious manses in Meereen, the city Guard keeping a close eye on him as he was led into the Halls of the richest Family in Meereen, the Pahl's. Though its Great Masters ruled Meereen, heads of the slaving families. The truth was that true power lay in the hands of the richest of them, and Pahl's were the richest and also controlled the city guard.

As he entered the Hall, his eyes fell upon Drius Pahl, the Master of the Pahl, and Enias Glare, the head of the second richest family. But it was the third figure, a man he knew all too well, that caught his attention. It was Furha Zhaq, the young master of the Zhaq's, a man whose debt to him could bring ruin upon his entire family.

"Welcome, we have been waiting for you," Drius Pahl began as he rose from his seat and motioned to a seat.

"Why have you called me here?" he ignored the gesture as he stared at the man, and the atmosphere in the room shifted as the young master of Zhaq's continued to glare at him.

"Such rudeness, especially to people who are to be your family," he said as he clicked his tongue, his eyes narrowing as he looked into his eyes.

"I believe you have called in your debts from my friend's family, and I need you to forgive those debts," he cut straight to the point.

"And why would I do that?" he questioned with a scoff, and the man smiled.

"Because what are debts between families? You are rich enough. The Zhaq have two daughters, and we offer you a chance to wed into the family and join us in ruling this marvelous city," he offered with a grand gesture as two women from behind stepped forward.

"I am afraid I am not in need of a wife as lovely as the two ladies behind maybe. I would much prefer the gold owed to me," he replied, denying the offer, and saw the man's eyes narrow as Zhaq shouted.

"You bastar..." but Drius Pahl stopped him with a raise of his hand.

"I would implore you to reconsider. There is nothing to be gained by going against us," he threatened, and Daemon met his gaze and saw a frown appear on his features as he looked at his eyes.

"I am not going against you. I only ask for what is owed, nothing more," he answered.

"That would be going against us," he snarled.

Daemon pretended to think about it for a moment before he shrugged.

"Then so be it." He said and saw the City guard close up, about two dozen of them, and his own hand inched towards his blade as Drius Pahl stood up and began to walk towards the balcony, turning away from him.

The guards inched closer, and Daemon's grip over the hilt of his sword, when suddenly the man spoke up.

"Stop," he ordered as he looked out the balcony. The guards halted their movements at his words, making him frown.

He then turned towards him.

"Go and see then what it means to go against the Great Masters of Meereen," he said, and Daemon frowned before his eyes followed the man's gaze, and he saw the rising smoke from several parts of the city.

And then he would run to his fields and watch them engulfed in massive flames, with his own workers tied inside.

0000

TYWIN LANNISTER

The ruler of the Westerlands sat in his solar, contemplating the contents of the missive he had received early in the morning. Lords high and low had received a similar missive all over the realm. The war that had gripped the realm for over a year now had entered its final stages.