THE LADY - Jacaerys Velaryon

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
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F R E E

COUNCIL MEETINGS HAD always been the bane of Daella Tyrell's existence. She had always despised them, sitting there and being undermined by men was always the way she started her days in Hughgarden. And even now, with Lady Jeyne beside her—who looked equally as bored—it didn't make the process any less strenuous.

Actually, it angered Daella more at the fact they had an audience, and not a little one. Like how one May invite Lord Cregan to their councils meeting, or have their heir sit beside them. No. The king had requested that the family of every lord and lady present in Kingslanding attend the council.

Council meetings were supposed to be a private endeavours between those in power, not an open experience that can easily misinterpreted by those who don't understand.

From the corner of her eye, she could see Jacaerys and his family, they stood closer to her father than to the king, she could feel each of their eyes burning into her every time someone would speak to her.

She could feel Jacaerys' eyes burning into her at all times.

"I suggest we send ten thousand northmen, five thousand vale knights, a few hundred spear men from Dorne, and send twenty thousand Tyrell bannermen to Essos. And save the rest till true war is declared." Elmo Tully said, making all eyes turn to him. His proposal was outrageous, they were trying to stop war before it already happened, but he was willing to send knights forth without even a word of official war. And they weren't even his own men.

Daella scoffed loudly, pressing two fingers on her temples and leaning her arm on the oak chair she sat atop.

"Do you have a better idea, My lady?" The Tully man spoke, his voice filled with venom as he looked at the young girl questioning his proposal.

"My lord, any idea is better than that." Daella spoke, her voice booming off the walls. She could hear Prince Daemon chuckle before he was adamantly shushed by his wife.

"Why are we sending troops forth when Essos hasn't even officially declared the notion of war, and if they have, why aren't we sending Tully knights through? after all they have more chance having a skilful fight in sea."

There was not one universe in which Daella would risk her men and send them into an unknown pound without scoping it out first.

Borros Baratheon slammed his hands down on his chair, leaning forward to glare at Daella. "Listen here, girl, you cannot speak upon such topics of war when the worst thing you have been through is whether your corset is too tight." His words evoked laughter throughout the court, and she could tell Rhaenyra and her family looking at her with empathy.

She didn't need their empathy. She had dealt with men worse than Borros Baratheon.

"It seems I'm not the only one with that problem, Lord Borros." She smirked, looking him up and down.

The large lord turned a bright shade of red and sunk back in his seat. Her uncle, Jason Lannister, looked at him in disappointment. He should've known better then to test the thorns of a rose.

"We must send armies, it is our duty to protect Westeros." Lord Greyjoy spoke, looking at all the members on the council.

"I agree, Lord Greyjoy, but are we truly protecting the people of Westeros when we're sending them to their deaths in an unknown environment?" Daella questioned once more, getting rather tired of the feeling of the court ganging up on her.