She would show no mercy to the Sons of the Harpy, who slaughtered the innocent.
Just as Daenerys finished her arrangements, an Unsullied entered, escorting Great Master Sitzdara.
Upon entering, Sitzdara paused, his gaze lingering on Tyrion and Shireen. He had met everyone else before, but these two were new faces.
What struck him as even more peculiar was their seating arrangement—they were clearly participating in Queen Daenerys's council meeting.
"Your Majesty!" Sitzdara came to a halt, awaiting her command.
"Sitzdara, what do you know of the Harpy?" Daenerys asked, cutting straight to the point.
Sitzdara hesitated before replying, "Your Majesty, I know very little. Their organization is extremely secretive."
"Tell me everything you know!" Daenerys demanded, her eyes locked on him.
"They..." Sitzdara's account echoed Daario's.
"Sitzdara," Daenerys asked calmly after he finished, "how many years has your family held power in Meereen?"
"O-one thousand one hundred years," Sitzdara stammered, already anticipating what Daenerys was about to say.
"One thousand one hundred years, yet your knowledge of the Harpies is no greater than Daario's," Daenerys said, her voice level. "Do you have anything else to say?"
"Your Majesty, I truly know nothing more," Sitzdara pleaded, his eyes searching hers.
Daenerys ignored his gaze. "You know the trouble they've caused me. Because of them, I was forced to kill a freedman who once helped me. And now, a greater threat is closing in. Do you think I can defeat them?"
"Your Majesty, as the Mother of Dragons and Queen of Meereen, you will surely triumph," Sitzdara said hurriedly.
"You're right. I will triumph. And when I do, it will be their end," Daenerys said, leaning forward to stare him down. "I will reward those who helped me. I have no intention of holding the Meereen Arena all to myself, and I will seek more Great Masters to partner with in the salt and wine trades. Or do you think I'll be driven from Meereen by the Harpies before I can establish myself?"
"Your Majesty, I truly know nothing! Please, do not force me!" Sitzdara finally buckled under the pressure and fell to his knees.
Ignoring his submission, Daenerys's expression darkened. "So you think I would not kill you!"
"Your Majesty, House Lorak has always been your servant—now and forever!" Sitzdara kowtowed, remaining on the floor, too terrified to rise.
Daenerys had no intention of actually killing him. She still needed him to win over the other Great Masters of Meereen, but his refusal to cooperate infuriated her.
She knew perfectly well that Sitzdara did know about the Harpy; he was simply too afraid to speak.
*It seems I need a different approach,* she thought grimly.
Prostrate on the floor, Sitzdara heard nothing from Daenerys. He wiped the cold sweat from his brow and slowly raised his head. Seeing her lost in thought, he dared not disturb her.
"You may leave," she said suddenly, just as he was wondering what his fate would be.
Stunned, he paused to make sure he had heard correctly before hastily replying, "Thank you, Your Majesty." He then scrambled out of the Council Chamber.
"Your Majesty, are you just going to let him go?" Jorah asked with a hint of frustration after Sitzdara left the Council Chamber. It was obvious to everyone that Sitzdara knew about the Harpy's situation but was too afraid to speak.
"Ser Jorah, you can find another opportunity to question him after the riots have subsided," Daenerys said, her gaze fixed on the Council Chamber doors.
Jorah's face lit up with a smile as he nodded in agreement.
"Lord Tyrion, what is the current situation in Westeros?"
Daenerys had only received news from Varys regarding Slaver's Bay, but he had sent no reports about King's Landing or Westeros. Although she had no immediate plans to cross the Narrow Sea, she was still eager to know everything that was happening there.
Hearing Daenerys's question, Tyrion wondered how much she already knew. He straightened his posture and answered tentatively, "Robb Stark, the eldest son of Eddard Stark, and his mother have been besieged in Riverrun after escaping the Red Wedding..."
He paused, and to his astonishment, he noticed that Daenerys, Jorah, and the others seemed completely unaware of this news, their faces etched with shock.
Tyrion was stunned. How could Daenerys and her entourage not know about this?
Seeing Tyrion trail off, Daenerys asked urgently, "The Red Wedding? What is that?"
They really didn't know! Tyrion never expected that Varys, the Master of Whisperers, would fail to convey such crucial information to Daenerys.
*Then they don't know about Joffrey's death or my own trial either?*
Tyrion felt the same awkwardness he'd experienced when first entering the Council Chamber. He had truly intruded upon them without any prior warning. He had assumed Daenerys knew he was coming to serve her, and that the earlier awkwardness was merely due to her not knowing his exact arrival time.
He never imagined she would be completely unaware of his arrival in Meereen.
But if Varys hadn't informed her, and she didn't know he was coming to swear fealty, why would she accept a Lannister—a man whose family she loathed—into her presence? Why let him attend the council meeting, and why adopt his suggestions without question?
Tyrion's gaze drifted to Drogon, perched on Daenerys's shoulder. *Is it because Drogon brought me here?* he wondered. *Is that why she trusts me so much?*
Lost in thought over the strangeness of his arrival, he momentarily forgot Daenerys's question.
"Lord Tyrion?" Jorah prompted, noticing his daze.
"Ah! The Red Wedding," Tyrion started, shaking off his confusion. "It was a wedding hosted by Lord Walder Frey of the Twins for his daughter and Edmure Tully, the Lord of Riverrun..." He proceeded to recount the events.
"And yet, over a dozen of Robb's men and the Northern lords managed to escape such a slaughter?" Barristan asked, his voice laced with disbelief.
Tyrion was speechless. *Wait, wasn't it the mysterious figure who hinted to Varys to send word to save the Stark mother and son? Why are you asking me?*
He saw that Barristan wasn't the only one bewildered. Daenerys and Jorah shared the same expression, but in Daenerys's eyes, there was a hidden flicker of hatred and resentment.
*Does she want the Starks dead?* Tyrion wondered, a chill running through him as he saw her expression.
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