"My dear big brother, even you had troubles you couldn't solve!"
In an instant, Daeren understood why.
Rhaegar's influence was immense.
But his true base of support was actually quite shallow.
The forces he could directly command were roughly House Whent of the Riverlands, Jon Connington of the Stormlands, and some opportunistic minor nobles in The Crownlands.
His true foundation for rising to power had been marrying Elia and gaining the support of House Martell of Dorne.
Yet House Martell had made him, and House Martell could also break him.
Rhaegar's foundation was unstable, while the Martells were already showing signs of becoming too powerful to control.
"Everyone present is from Dorne."
Daeren's gaze darkened as he understood Rhaegar's predicament.
As soon as he spoke, everyone fell silent.
Who had incited Oswell?
Ser Arthur's eyes flickered as he glanced at the silent Prince Lewyn.
"Daeren, how could anyone..."
Elia was still in the dark.
But when she saw Prince Lewyn's expression, a chain of possibilities instantly surfaced in her mind, and her beautiful eyes slowly widened.
"Uncle Lewyn was targeting Daeren?"
No one else had either the motive or the ability.
Daeren looked down at him. "Prince Lewyn, have I ever offended you?"
Prince Lewyn flatly denied it. "Prince, I don't understand what you mean."
How could something like this possibly be brought into the open?
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. It's rare to be confused in life."
Daeren said, "But Oswell took the punishment for you this time. It won't be so simple next time."
Prince Lewyn said gravely, "Prince, are you threatening me?"
"No. This is called a polite warning."
Daeren's smile vanished as he directly ordered, "Ser Jon, disarm him. If he resists, execute him on the spot!"
"How dare you!?"
Ser Jon truly dared.