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The air was tense in the Senate Room.

It was an spherical room, with 48 high seats for the senators and numerous lower seats for other Dragonlords. A large three seated throne stood on the opposite side for the Triumvirate. The walls of the room were made of blue dragonglass, forged with magic by the Order of Seter. This peculiar shape made the Senate Spire easily recognizable in the black-stone city of Valyria.

There were 48 Senators in attendance, as well as numerous Dragonlords and their retainers. Any Dragonlord could take part in a senate meeting and voice their opinions, but only the senators held a vote. However, all were silent as the crier read out the report from the Archon of Volantis.

"Sar Mell has blockaded the Valyrian colony of Volon Therys and sunk a half-dozen ships headed towards the city from Volantis." The crier had read out.

Volon Therys was a fairly new colony of the Valyrian Freehold, having been founded a ways north of Volantis to expand their control over the River Rhoyne and prepare for future incursions into the Rhoynish lands. It was on the opposite bank of the massive river and a few kilometers south from the Rhoynish city of Sar Mell.

"A week ago, Valyrian sailors killed one of the Old Men of the River." The crier continued.

The Old Men of the River were giant turtles that lived in the massive River Rhoyne and were said to be the consorts of the river goddess, the Mother Rhoyne.

"Following that, the Rhoynish retaliated and sunk one of the ships responsible. They sent their fleet to Volon Therys and demanded that the colony hand over all those responsible for the death of their sacred animal be turned over for just punishment." The crier continued.

"The colony refused and the incident escalated into a blockade. Ships were sent from Volantis to relief the colony, but were pushed back by Rhoynish watermages. We are unable to send assistance to the colony." The crier finally finished the official report.

Oros was standing behind his uncle Aelix, one of the 48 senators, at the high seats. Below them were the lower seats, where the other Dragonlords were seated. Among them was Oros' sister-wife Saena.

Usually the senate was filled with the groans of bickering senators, the cries of unruly Dragonlords and endless loud arguing. This silence was new. Oros had never seen the senate so quiet in the years that he has been in the capital. The Archon's report had left everyone speechless.

The young Dragonlord looked on at the Triumvirate, the three Consuls that led the Senate and subsequently ruled over the Freehold. He was looking at one man in particular, his father, Consul Daemor Aeksion. He could never read his father. Daemor's emotions were always well hidden away, as emotionless as the masks worn by the Praetorian Guards that lined the perimeter of the senate room.

What is he thinking? He thought, but couldn't tell. Oros wasn't like that, his face always betrayed his feelings. If anyone looked at him they would see that he was enraged at this act of war by the Rhoynish. ''How dare these river-people attack a Valyrian colony?! Do they not remember what was done to the Ghiscari?''