Line Of The Brightflame

by Theredeeme

Aerion "Brightflame" drank wildfire believing that he would become a dragon. He died instead, screaming. His son, Maegor, still a babe at the time, was voted out of the line of succession due to Aerion's madness. twenty-six years later, after the tragedy at Summerhall, Maegor makes his claim. This is the story of the line of the Brightflame.

3. Interlude 1

Interlude I

Inside the deep, cavernous hall, several men situated themselves around the long table.

Ormund Baratheon sat to the right of Crown Prince Jaehaerys, his brother-in-law.

"Your position is firmly secured, my Prince. I am a sworn man of your father, you need not worry about that scoundrel."

The prince massaged his own brows: "My worry is not placed in the legitimacy of my crown, but in the mercurial nature of my cousin. He's an envious soul, one who dreams too big for his own good."

A hearty chuckle rang out on the other end of the table.

" Prince Jaehaerys, my former ward has accomplished little, hardly a man of action. No lords would stand beside him unless they were kicked in the head." said the Master of whispers, Lord Darklyn.

Pycelle, sitting on the other side of the table, countered: " His squire is the heir to Yronwood, the Yronwoods were followers of the blacks instead of the reds if I remember correctly."

" The Yronwoods yearn to be the lord paramount of Dorne. Before The Rhoynish came, they held the most sway in the region, no doubt they wanted to return to their former glory. The Yronwoods are a threat only to the Martells, let them squabble amongst themselves." Darklyn replied. He took a swig of his wine, washing it in his mouth nonchalantly.

"But…"

" That is settled then, Lord Darklyn, please keep an eye on him and inform us if there is anything suspicious." Prince Jaeharys interrupted Pycelle. The old lord nodded. Though from his facial expressions, Jaeharys still looked worried.

Ormund Baratheon cleared his throat and said " That is settled then. We should now discuss the new appointment of Master of Coin. I nominate Oslow Arryn of the Gulltown branch, he has a talent for negotiation and I've heard that he has various connections in the free cities."

" An Arryn of Gulltown? Are you sure that's a good idea? Surely the Arryns of Eyrie would take this as a slight?" The Master of Law, Lord Crakehall, added. "May I suggest my friend Tytos? He has quite a generous coffer, if the realm is in need of gold, he is a man we can rely on. "

" We don't want him to be generous with the realm's coffer do we?" said Lord Darklyn, looking inquisitively at the Master of Law, attempting to poke at his motive.

After an awkward pause among the small council. Prince Jaehaerys finally said " I have heard rumors of this Oslow character, if the information holds true. We will be able to draft more trade treaties with the free cities. Pycelle who holds dominion over Gulltown?"

" The Graftons, my Prince."

" Perhaps then we should invite a Grafton to be the Master of Coin, and bring this Oslow with him as a deputy. That would play well with Vale, surely?" Jaehaerys looked to his Lord hand.

" Of course, that would be most appropriate."

Before the Lord hand could continue though, a young maester walked into the room and whispered Pycelle. The Grandmaester's face turned from confusion to worry as he nodded his head. The men around the table sat and watched him, patiently waiting. After the young man finished, Pycelle looked at the small council.

" My Lords, My Prince, The band of nine have taken the city of Tyrosh. Alequo Adarys now holds control of it. "

Corvus Velayron, the Master of ships finally broke his silence. He leaned his body forward and said" Your grace, I know just a way to kill two birds with one stone."

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Short interlude before the next chapter.