The crowd cheered and clapped happily. The reason why most of them were clapping louder than they wanted to was because they had no intention of pissing off the second-richest man in the city.
This man was capable of destroying a generation's wealth with just the flick of his finger.
Such was the extent of the power and influence he possessed in the city.
Ned Baratheon nodded sagely, completely aware of how scared these ants were of his presence and was now enjoying every moment of it.
He raised his drink in the air and thrust his other hand behind him as a young man began walking forward.
"A toast to my son, Jon Baratheon, for his brilliance and skillful determination in handling the task given to him while working under my guidance, as this has given me the opinion that he is now ready to start his own journey. To Jon Baratheon!!" Ned Baratheon declared with his glass raised higher.
