Chapter 12

The lords were gathered in the throne room for the third day, their expressions grave and their voices hushed as they awaited the day's proceedings. This time, the issue at hand was of dire importance: the presence of the Triarchy in the Stepstones and the significant losses faced by the collective fleets of Houses Velaryon, Manderly, Mallister, and Redwyne.

At the far end of the hall, King Viserys sat on the Iron Throne, flanked by Prince Jaehaerys and Princess Rhaenyra. The tension in the room was palpable as the representatives from the coalition of lords stepped forward to address the assembly.

Lord Corlys Velaryon, known as the Sea Snake, was the first to speak. His voice was firm, carrying the weight of his experiences and the urgency of their cause. "Your Grace, my lords, we come before you today to discuss a matter of utmost importance—the Triarchy's stranglehold on the Stepstones and the grave impact it has had on our fleets and trade routes. The losses we have suffered are not just numbers on a ledger; they are the livelihoods of our people and the stability of our realm."

Lord Desmond Manderly, with his son Torrhen by his side, nodded in agreement. "House Manderly has always been loyal to the Crown, and we have faced many challenges over the years. But the Triarchy's aggression threatens our very existence. Our fleets have been decimated, our trade routes disrupted, and our people live in fear of the next attack."

Lord Lymond Mallister stepped forward next, his stern gaze sweeping the room. "We cannot stand idly by while the Triarchy continues to grow stronger. The Stepstones are a crucial point for trade and travel, and their control over it gives them an unacceptable advantage. Our fleets, our people, and our lands are suffering."

Lord Robert Redwyne, accompanied by his son Garth, added his voice to the chorus. "The Arbor has been hit hard by these incursions. Our wine trade, a vital part of our economy, is at risk. We need a unified response, a show of strength to reclaim the Stepstones and restore order to the Narrow Sea."

Jaehaerys stepped forward, addressing the gathered lords with a voice that resonated with authority and determination. "My lords, I understand your concerns and share your frustrations. The Triarchy's presence in the Stepstones is a blight upon our realm, and their attacks on our fleets cannot be tolerated. We must present a united front, combining our resources and strategies to drive them out and secure our waters once more."

The room buzzed with murmurs of agreement and nods of approval. Jaehaerys continued, "Tomorrow, we shall convene a council of war to discuss our plans in detail. We will pool our intelligence, devise our strategies, and prepare our fleets for the task ahead. Together, we will reclaim the Stepstones and ensure that the Narrow Sea is safe for our people and our trade."

King Viserys, who had been assured by his Hand, Otto Hightower, multiple times that the issue with the Triarchy was minuscule and not worth significant attention, looked visibly perplexed as he listened to the lords' accounts. The severity of the situation, described with such urgency and detail, starkly contrasted Otto's previous reassurances. As the lords and Jaehaerys finished their statements and the room's attention shifted, Viserys turned to his Hand, his expression a mix of confusion and concern.

"Otto," Viserys called, his voice low but firm, "I have been led to believe that the Triarchy's presence in the Stepstones was a minor nuisance. Yet, here I stand, hearing that our fleets are being decimated, our trade routes disrupted, and our people living in fear. How do you explain this discrepancy?"

Otto Hightower, ever composed, stepped forward to address the king. "Your Grace, I understand your concern. The information we had at the time suggested that the Triarchy's activities were limited and manageable. However, it appears their aggression has escalated more rapidly than our initial intelligence indicated."

Viserys narrowed his eyes slightly, not entirely satisfied with the explanation. "These lords speak of significant losses and severe impacts on their lands and economies. How could such developments go unnoticed or unreported until now?"

Otto inclined his head in a gesture of respect. "Your Grace, it is possible that the true extent of the Triarchy's operations and their impact were underestimated by our sources. We may have received incomplete or delayed reports. I will ensure that our intelligence network is thoroughly reviewed and reinforced to prevent such oversights in the future."

The king leaned back on the Iron Throne, the weight of the crown feeling heavier with the realization of this oversight. "See that it is done, Otto. We cannot afford to be blindsided by such threats. Ensure that our council of war has all the information it needs to formulate a decisive and effective response."

Otto bowed, his face a mask of calm determination. "As you command, Your Grace. We will gather the necessary intelligence and support the coalition in reclaiming the Stepstones."

Viserys nodded, his gaze shifting to Jaehaerys, who had spoken with such conviction and leadership. "Very well. Let us proceed with the preparations. The safety and stability of our realm depend on our swift and unified action."

The lords, now departing with renewed purpose, left the throne room abuzz with the promise of forthcoming action. As they left, Viserys couldn't help but feel a flicker of doubt about his Hand's reassurances, resolved to remain more vigilant in the future. The realm's fate hung in the balance, and it was clear that they needed every advantage to prevail against the Triarchy.

—

In the dimly lit confines of the king's chambers, King Viserys sat at a large wooden table, papers and maps spread before him. The flickering light of the candles cast long shadows on the walls, adding to the room's somber atmosphere. A knock at the door announced the arrival of Prince Jaehaerys, Viserys' younger brother and heir.

"Come in," Viserys called, his voice weary but resolute.

Jaehaerys entered, his expression one of determination tempered by concern. "You wished to speak with me, brother?"

Viserys nodded, motioning for Jaehaerys to take a seat across from him. "Yes, Jaehaerys. The accounts from the lords today were... troubling. I wanted to discuss the matter of the Triarchy with you in more detail."

Jaehaerys settled into the chair, leaning forward slightly. "I share your concerns, Viserys. The Triarchy's aggression is a serious threat to our realm. Their control over the Stepstones gives them a strategic advantage that we cannot ignore."

Viserys sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Otto has assured me repeatedly that the Triarchy's presence was a minor issue. Yet, what we heard today speaks to a much graver situation. I fear I have been misled or, at the very least, ill-informed."

Jaehaerys paused, his expression serious. "Brother, may I speak freely?"

Viserys looked at him, curiosity and a hint of worry in his eyes. "Of course, Jaehaerys. Speak your mind."

Jaehaerys leaned forward, his voice low but firm. "I believe Otto has been underestimating, or perhaps downplaying, the threat of the Triarchy. Whether out of a desire to maintain a semblance of peace or due to flawed intelligence, his assurances have led us to a dangerous position. We cannot afford to base our actions on incomplete or inaccurate information."

Viserys nodded slowly, absorbing his brother's words. "You think Otto has been negligent?"

Jaehaerys hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Not necessarily negligent, but possibly overly optimistic or misinformed. Whatever the reason, it's clear that we need to reassess the situation with fresh eyes and ensure that our strategies are grounded in reality."

Viserys looked thoughtful, the weight of the crown heavy upon him. "You're right. We need to approach this with clarity and determination. Your leadership in this matter is crucial, Jaehaerys. The lords respect you, and they will follow your lead."

Jaehaerys met his brother's gaze, his expression resolute. "I will do everything in my power to ensure we respond effectively to this threat. We must protect our realm and our people."

Viserys felt a surge of relief and pride. "Then let us prepare for the council of war with all the information and resources we can muster. Together, we will drive the Triarchy from the Stepstones and secure our realm's future."

Jaehaerys nodded, his expression resolute but contemplative. "Viserys, if I am to lead a successful campaign in the Stepstones, I will need Daemon by my side."

Viserys' eyes widened slightly at the mention of their volatile brother. "Daemon? He is unpredictable, and his methods are... unconventional. Are you sure?"

Jaehaerys met Viserys' gaze with unwavering confidence. "I am. Daemon's prowess in battle and his experience with naval warfare are unmatched. His presence would not only bolster our forces but also serve as a powerful symbol of our united front. Despite his flaws, Daemon's loyalty to our family and his desire for glory will drive him to fight fiercely against the Triarchy."

Viserys considered his brother's words, understanding the necessity of strength and unity in the face of such a formidable foe. "Very well. If you believe Daemon's involvement is crucial, then I will support your decision. But you must ensure he understands the importance of this mission and the need for cooperation."

Jaehaerys nodded. "I will speak with him personally. I am confident that, with Daemon by our side, we can turn the tide in our favor."

Viserys clasped Jaehaerys' shoulder, a sense of determination solidifying between them. "Then let us move forward with this plan. Together, we will reclaim the Stepstones and restore peace and stability to our realm."

As Jaehaerys left the king's chambers to prepare for the impending campaign, Viserys felt a renewed sense of hope. The path ahead would be challenging, but with his brothers united in purpose, he believed they could overcome the threat of the Triarchy and secure the future of Westeros.

—

As Jaehaerys stepped out of the king's chambers, deep in thought about the upcoming campaign, he nearly collided with Lord Otto Hightower, who was striding purposefully down the corridor.

"Lord Otto," Jaehaerys greeted, his tone polite but guarded.

Lord Otto stopped in his tracks, his expression composed but curious. "Prince Jaehaerys. A fortuitous encounter. I trust your discussion with the king was productive?"

Jaehaerys nodded, his gaze steady. "Indeed. We have much to consider regarding the Triarchy's threat and our response to it."

Lord Otto's eyes narrowed slightly, sensing the tension in the air. "Ah, yes, the Triarchy. A troubling development, to be sure. However, I am confident that our forces, under your capable leadership, will prevail."

Jaehaerys inclined his head, but his tone remained measured. "I appreciate your confidence, Lord Otto. However, I must admit to some concerns regarding the accuracy of our intelligence on the Triarchy's activities."

Lord Otto's facade faltered for a moment, a flicker of unease crossing his features before he regained his composure. "Intelligence gathering is an ongoing process, Prince Jaehaerys. Sometimes, certain details may escape our notice initially. Rest assured, we are doing everything in our power to address any oversights."

Jaehaerys regarded Lord Otto with a penetrating gaze. "I understand the complexities of intelligence work, Lord Otto. But the discrepancy between what we have been told and what the lords are reporting is concerning. We cannot afford to underestimate the threat we face."

Lord Otto's expression hardened, a hint of defensiveness creeping into his voice. "I assure you, Prince Jaehaerys, the Crown's interests are always my foremost priority. If there have been oversights or misjudgments, I will see to it that they are rectified."

Jaehaerys nodded, his tone diplomatic but firm. "I appreciate your commitment, Lord Otto. However, moving forward, I believe it is imperative that we have the most accurate and comprehensive intelligence available to us. The success of our campaign against the Triarchy depends on it."

Lord Otto's gaze met Jaehaerys', a silent exchange of understanding passing between them. "Agreed, Prince Jaehaerys. I will ensure that our intelligence efforts are redoubled, and that we have the information we need to proceed effectively."

With a final nod of acknowledgment, Jaehaerys and Lord Otto parted ways, each with their own thoughts about the challenges that lay ahead.

—

As Jaehaerys arrived at his chambers, his mind still preoccupied with the weighty matters discussed with his brother and Lord Otto, he was surprised to find Rhaenyra, waiting outside.

"Nyra," Jaehaerys greeted, a hint of warmth softening his expression. "What brings you here?"

Rhaenyra's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she stepped forward to greet him. "Harry, I was hoping to speak with you. I've been thinking about the council of war regarding the Triarchy, and I wanted to offer my support in any way I can."

Jaehaerys smiled, touched by her gesture of solidarity. "Thank you, Rhaenyra. Your support means a great deal to me. The situation with the Triarchy is indeed dire, and having you by my side as we navigate these challenges brings me comfort."

Rhaenyra's smile widened, her eyes shining with determination. "I am here for you Harry, in both times of peace and times of strife. Together, we will face whatever obstacles come our way."

Jaehaerys reached out to take her hand, a sense of gratitude washing over him. "I am grateful to have you as my partner,Nyra. Your strength and wisdom will be invaluable as we confront the threat of the Triarchy."

Rhaenyra squeezed his hand gently, her gaze unwavering. "We make a formidable team, Harry. With our love and our unity, there is nothing we cannot overcome."

As they stood together outside his chambers, Jaehaerys felt a renewed sense of purpose and determination.

—

On the training grounds, Jaehaerys found himself facing his brothers-in-arms, Vaelar and Garth, for a two-on-one spar. The morning sun cast a golden hue over the field as they squared off, their swords gleaming in the light.

With practiced ease, Jaehaerys parried Vaelar's first strike, his movements fluid and precise. Garth circled around, looking for an opening to exploit. Together, they pressed the attack, their movements coordinated and relentless.

Jaehaerys grinned as he deflected another series of blows, his senses heightened by the exhilaration of combat. Vaelar and Garth fought with skill and determination, their camaraderie evident in their synchronized movements.

As the spar continued, Jaehaerys felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. Despite being outnumbered, he held his own against his opponents, his movements becoming more fluid and decisive with each passing moment.

Vaelar and Garth, sensing an opportunity, launched a coordinated assault, their swords flashing in the sunlight. But Jaehaerys was ready, his reflexes honed by years of training. With a swift counterattack, he disarmed Vaelar and sent Garth stumbling backwards.

The training ground fell silent as the three brothers-in-arms caught their breath, their chests heaving with exertion. Despite the intensity of their spar, there was a sense of camaraderie and mutual respect between them.

"Well fought, brothers," Jaehaerys said, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "But I think it's safe to say I emerged victorious this time."

Vaelar and Garth chuckled, their expressions a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. "Indeed, Jaehaerys," Vaelar replied, clapping his friend on the shoulder. "You never cease to impress us with your skill and valor."

Garth nodded in agreement. "A true warrior, through and through. We are fortunate to have you leading us into battle."

As they made their way off the training grounds, the bond between Jaehaerys, Vaelar, and Garth became stronger than ever, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, as brothers-in-arms.

—

On the fourth day, the lords once again gathered in the Throne Room, this time for a council of war to address the looming threat of the Triarchy in the Stepstones. The atmosphere was tense with anticipation as they took their seats, the weight of their collective responsibility heavy upon their shoulders.

King Viserys sat upon the Iron Throne, flanked by Prince Jaehaerys and Princess Rhaenyra, their presence a symbol of unity and leadership. Lord Otto Hightower stood at the king's side, his expression composed but watchful as the proceedings began.

Lord Corlys Velaryon, Lord Desmond Manderly, Lord Lymond Mallister, and Lord Robert Redwyne, along with other prominent lords and military commanders, filled the hall, their voices hushed as they awaited the start of the council.

Viserys rose from the throne, his voice echoing through the chamber. "My lords, we have convened this council to address the grave threat posed by the Triarchy in the Stepstones. Their continued aggression against our fleets and trade routes cannot be ignored, and it is imperative that we formulate a unified strategy to counter their incursions."

Prince Jaehaerys stepped forward, his presence commanding the room's attention. "The Triarchy's presence in the Stepstones poses a significant threat to the stability and security of our realm. We must act swiftly and decisively to reclaim control of these vital waters and ensure the safety of our people and our trade."

The lords listened intently as Jaehaerys outlined his plan for the campaign, drawing upon their combined resources and strategies to drive the Triarchy from the Stepstones once and for all. He emphasized the importance of intelligence gathering, fleet coordination, and strategic alliances in achieving their objectives.

Lord Otto Hightower added his own insights, stressing the need for caution and foresight in their approach. He outlined potential risks and challenges, offering suggestions for mitigating them and maximizing their chances of success.

As the council continued, ideas were exchanged, strategies debated, and plans refined. The lords, united in purpose, pledged their unwavering support to the Crown and to each other, determined to confront the Triarchy head-on and emerge victorious.

As the council drew to a close, Viserys addressed the gathered lords once more. "My lords, the road ahead will be fraught with challenges, but I have every confidence in your abilities and your dedication to our cause. Together, we will drive the Triarchy from our waters and secure the future of our realm."

With that, the lords departed, their minds filled with the weight of their responsibilities and the determination to see their mission through to its successful conclusion. The campaign against the Triarchy had begun in earnest, and the fate of Westeros hung in the balance.

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