The Tartered Dragon - Aegon, Son of Baelon)by mootjeman7)

Chapter 11

101 AC, Braavos

Aegon leaned forward and looked over the contract they'd offered after a few days of deliberation, his eyes sweeping across the page before turning to the next one.

"The terms are fair." Thorello Aenerris, the Sealord of Braavos commented.

Aegon looked up from the contract and leaned back in his chair, his eyes cold and his expression as stony as a rock. His gaze trailed towards the other three keyholders present in the room. He felt their eyes on him as if their gazes were real, tangible touches, prodding and poking with interest but also caution.

"I see." Aegon said calmly, his expression not changing an inch. Aegon stood up, his thin lips stretching in a façade of a smile.

"I thank you for your time, Sealord Aenerris. Keyholders." Aegon with a mild dip of the head and it caused Aenerris to show a flash of surprise, a surprise that he observed was felt by two keyholders.

The third one, Jaqados Pahrelar kept his mild appraising expression.

"It is unfortunate we wasted each other's time" Aegon said and Bartimos, Cedrick and Prince Jalla rose from their own seats as he began to walk towards the doors.

But before he reached the doors, he heard the feet of the chairs scraping and the voice of the Sealord. "You're leaving?"

Aegon continued on until his hand was on the door handle at which point he turned around. "I am." Aegon said calmly as he met the Sealord's eyes.

"I cannot agree to the terms of the contract that you believe to be fair. If that is what you believe to be fair then there is nothing else that we can discuss about." Aegon told the Sealord. The terms of the contract were not fair, not even close.

With what he was proposing to Braavos would enable Braavos to monumentally become a centre of industry all whilst at the same time tanking an important sector of Myr that Aegon expect them to swallow whole the entire industry within five years at the most.

You see, he'd figured out a way to make clear glass after a year and half of experimenting with a few trusted people, like Edwyn, a former acolyte of Elysar and who'd been with him since Elysar had died.

With what he knew – thank you Ravenscroft and English Early Modern History class – and what Edwyn had known about the process, creating rudimentary glass had been simple enough, relatively speaking…it was just getting the clarity and stopping the strange crizzling from taking place that took ninety-five percent of the time.

It was only after extensive experimenting with calcites from limestone found around the Bay of Crabs, red lead mined from the Westerlands no one had any use for and Dragonstone quartz found from the cooled rocks around Dragonmont, that they'd finally managed to find the right ingredients and more importantly the right mixture to get clear(er) glass and hopefully, a mixture that would result in glass that would remain unreactive to anything even if a decade were to pass.

It was not the kind of clarity he'd like but it was close enough.

Aegon glanced at the glass cup that water could barely be seen through along with the pane of glass that placed onto the table, both made through errors and trialling of techniques that honestly was a lot more stumbling than it was purposeful.

It was a game changer – when it came to the matters of the glass industry.

Idly, he mused, a game changer too scientifically speaking but that was probably a couple of centuries away even if he'd figured out more to 'invent' to help things move ahead. The ongoing experimentations of spyglasses fitted with refractive glasses was a good step but he was far away from Germ Theory and the like.