Chapter 23.3- The Seadragon's Roar

“This one is named Xovario Luthren. I am a magister of Tyrosh sitting on the Grand Council of Magisters” The man that had joined hum in the carriage spoke out once they began moving. Icarus would have preferred they travelled in silence. Maybe even a younger verson of him would have just ignored the merchant altogether and kept to his thoughts but he knew the price of failure here.

“I am Icarus of House Jordayne, Lord of the Tor.” He said, giving his name and title. He held back from stating all the ancillary titles that rightfully accrued to hum as well. He doubted they would impress this man The only thing he cared about was probably gold and how to get more. Was that not the attitude of the magisters one and all?

“Well met, my Lord. It was good of your Lord to answer our request to begin negotiations for an alliance.” The man said and Icarus had to do all he could to prevent the shock from showing on his face. Their request? The Prince had mentioned nothing of the sort. Of course it made sense enough. The Triarchy were practically guaranteed to go to war against the Velaryons. Icarus himself had heard rumors that the Velatryons had attacked Tyrosh and destroyed all their ships. It was a fact he believed now that he was here. While he had never been to Tyrosh befoe, simply looking out the carriage told him how rich the city was. So why then did it have fewer ships in harbour than Planky Town?

“It was, indeed” He said after he gathered himself. A filler reply that gave nothing and hinted at little. Defintely not at the fact that he had been sent here ignorant of truth and fact. It was beginning to seem more and more that the Prince had sent him here just to be killed by the Velaryons on the way, and then hadn’t given him the full story so he had less to volunteer under torture. Why was Icarus getting the inclination that the Prince did not want to war against House Velaryon after all?

And now that he had that thought, he could not stop seeing the logic. It was killing off several birds with the same stone. His Court called for war in the Stepstones and so he sent one of his most outwardly loyal supporters— who he had been trying to rid himself of for a while to pass through Velaryon occupied waters. Those orders were specific. He had been ordered not to sail around but to sail through. More like than not, he would have died there. So if he had died, the Prince could say he had done his best and remain in his palace, head buried in his young boys and whores. Icarus scoffed internally, but he had his path now. If the Prince truly did not want this war, then Icarus would do whatever it took to bring the war to him. He leaned across and began asking the merchant about his business.