Chapter 14
by
Jack.smith
The Small Council
The Small Council
You entered the small council meeting when Robert quickly turned in a realisation.
"I heard you captured the Targaryen Girl, where is she???" He exclaimed his jovial mood gone in a flash.
"She's on Dragonstone your gra," You say, you knew this was going to be a problem.
You hadn't wanted to bring Daenerys with you knowing about Roberts distaste for Targaryens and that likely she would be executed and without a direct order from the King your father Stannis was not going to be giving up any pieces of the game.
"let the boy speak, Robert," Lord Eddard said he was a smaller man than either yourself or Robert but still his age and calmness was an intimidating **** of its own.
"Viserys is dead and we didn't think bringing Daenerys here was wise when there could be hidden Targaryen loyalists on the mainland," You said and that was a clever piece of deception and quick thinking.
"You're smarter than you look," Petyr Baelish said smirking with a half smile.
"I want that girl dead," Robert demanded slamming his fists on the table.
"She is only young Robert and she played no part in the Targaryen dynasty, I beg you not to execute her," Lord Eddard said and you were glad that the hand of the king was taking your side.
"Viserys is dead your grace and with him the end of the male line of house Targaryen, I do believe this Daenerys is not a threat." Varys spoke up in a whispered tone. Again you were happy to see the council speaking up to defend the young dragoness.
"I do believe it wise to leave her on Dragonstone for the time being," Grand Maester Pycelle stuttered.
"She's a Targaryen damn you all, well it'll be your heads on spikes if there is a rebellion in her name," The King stormed out of the chamber and you breathed a sigh of relief.
"I believe that'll be all for today," Ned said following Robert out.
You spoke a little with the remaining council members before walking out of the chamber yourself.
"You know what I find useful after meetings like these?" Littlefinger asked throwing you a gold dragon. "A visit to one of my fine establishments. Your next tumble is on me," he laughed before slipping away himself.
Little Finger's Brothel
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The Stag that was Promised (A Game of Thrones Story)
A Game of Thrones Story
The son of Stannis Baratheon born amidst salt and smoke on the same night as Daenerys Targaryen journies through the intrigue and magic that is the world of A Song of Ice and Fire
Updated on Aug 15, 2024
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Created on Jun 5, 2024
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