activa-t Chapter 84 - House Of Tyrell (III)
Chapter 84 - House Of Tyrell (III)
Chapter 84 - 84 - House Of Tyrell (III)"I want him, even if I never really have him all to myself." Margaery Tyrell, the White Rose.
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Sitting at the head seat of the High Garden table, Aenar looked at Olenna and commented with an amused tone.
"Before I came to the High Garden, I flew over King's Landing. They were happy to see Caraxes spitting flames over the city."
Olenna stopped her drinking and looked deeply at the king. Her lips curved into a sarcastic smile.
"Tywin must have loved the show."
The Queen of Thorns knew that the young king's words had another purpose: a warning to House Tyrell. Basically, he was saying that everyone knew he was coming to High Garden and that no one would believe that House Tyrell wouldn't bend the knee to survive. It was quite a shrewd move and, considering his age, Olenna knew that the young king was not inexperienced in court affairs.
"He's probably more desperate to fill his coffers." Aenar said, bringing the glass of wine to his lips, not caring if it was poisoned.
Olenna looked at Aenar with a brief expression of surprise. Tywin worried about gold? She would never have thought that such words could be associated with the rich and powerful Tywin Lannister.
Olenna's mind quickly
Margaery and Loras, who were watching the scene from afar, couldn't help but stare at Aenar with growing admiration. Margaery, in particular, would have displayed an expression not at all appropriate for an unmarried lady, had her family not been present.
Willas stood up with some difficulty and bowed. "Thank you, Your Grace. I won't let you down."
To say he wasn't excited would be a lie. He had always wanted to do something besides being Lord of the High Garden and Lord Paramount of Mander. Now he had the chance to accomplish something great and leave his name in history.
"Oberyn, my Master of Laws, spoke very highly of you, Lord Willas." Aenar commented with a smile as he saw Willas sit down next to Margaery. Although he had not yet made Oberyn official as Master of Laws, he was prepared to do so in the future.
The instant Oberyn's name was mentioned, the big smile of Mace Tyrell, Lord of the High Garden, turned slightly grim. If there was anyone Mace hated deeply, it was Oberyn Martell. Willas had been crippled because of him, but, surprisingly, the two had become great friends.
Willas' smile grew when he heard that his longtime friend had been chosen as Master of Laws on the Small Council of Aenar.
"Dorne and the Reach." Olenna commented with a keen eye. As House Tyrell had already accepted Aenar as their monarch, it was time to prepare for war. Having two kingdoms on their side was already a great advantage.
"The North, Dorne and the Reach." Aenar corrected Olenna gently, causing her to look at him with an expression of complete shock.
Then, remembering Aenar's origins, Olenna muttered: "Honorable, loyal, silent? Even a wolf can lie."
"Is the North with us, Your Grace?" Olenna asked with a deep look.
"Yes. My uncle Eddard Stark, of House Stark and Lord of the North, has already bent the knee." Aenar nodded, confirming Olenna's thoughts.
"Your Grace was raised in the North, wasn't he? Eddard Stark's bastard." Although it was a question, Olenna was certain of her words.
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