Danyla's generous decision to ennoble a craftsman was like tossing a bomb into a tranquil lake, instantly sending towering waves through the Seven Kingdoms.
When word that "a craftsman born a slave had been made a baron" reached King's Landing, fierce debate erupted beneath the Iron Throne in the Red Keep.
Inside the Small Council chamber, Daemon slammed his gold cup onto the oak table, splashing red wine over Tyland Lannister's lion-embroidered brocade cuff.
Tyland was speechless. He felt certain Daemon had done it on purpose.
Ever since Danyla had named Tyland as one of her royal consorts, Daemon had never shown him a pleasant face and had made his life difficult almost every day. If not for his high office and the support of House Lannister, Tyland believed Daemon would have secretly had him killed.
"A slave from Yi Ti gets to stand as an equal among the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms! What? Is this another Whiteface? Do we know what this fellow looks like?!"
"Ennoble a craftsman today, and what comes tomorrow? Make a cook an earl? Take a male prostitute as a royal consort!"
Daemon sprayed spittle straight into the face of Oggian, the Master of Whisperers, who sat nearest him.
"Your Majesty, the craftsman is already an old man in his sixties. He's so old he's lost his front teeth."
"An old man! Oh..."
At Oggian's words, most of Daemon's fury immediately dissipated.
"That's more like it! No... I mean, that still won't do!"
Compared with Daemon's outrage, however, the members of the Small Council were far calmer.
Earl Beesbury, the King's Left Hand, was the first to speak, envy written all over his face.
"As far as I know, Rainbow Dragonstone and Pearlglow Porcelain bring Otheryon City over a hundred thousand Gold Dragons in