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Elia Martell I
Red Keep, King's Landing, Crownlands, Year 284 AC
Elia was in the children's room watching them play and so was the Queen and the ladies-in-waiting. Rhaenys was playing with her dolls, a Rhaenys and a Visenya that her grandmother had given her, in the red and black Myrish carpet while Aegon was happily waddling about with Nysah and Jasline by his side. His vocabulary getting bigger by the day and his smiles more common, like his sister.
Their uncle Viserys was seated by his pregnant mother's side drawing himself on a dragon by what Elia could see from peeking earlier. All of a sudden he looked at his mother and spoke. "When will my new brother come?"
Rhaella smiled at the question and so did Elia. "What makes you think it's a brother and not a sister?" The older woman looked tired, she was about three months away from entering labor and so her belly was large and due to it, everyday things were hard work even when all three Dornishwomen helped her.
But even big boned as the Queen looked, no one could deny that she looked far better than ever before, only the worst scars remained but even them were just thin lines here and there. This allowed the woman to dress more comfortably with refreshing dresses now that summer arrived and the hotness and smell of waste so characteristic to King's Landing were becoming very hard to endure. "I do not know…" Viserys admitted. "I just wanted another boy to play with…"
"He or she will come soon if the Gods allow it." Rhaella avowed. "But you know that he or she will be a little baby like Aegon was just a few months ago and so you will not be able to play with them still."
"Yes…I kind of forgot about it…" Viserys said grimly. "I suppose Aegon will suffice once he gets a little bit older…We will be able to play something more than toys…"
"We are still working hard to find you and Rhaenys some playmates." Elia pressed forward even though their current situation was dire and someone could or rather will try to influence the children…but stealing their childhood would do no good either, children need friends and to play.
Viserys and Rhaenys beamed at the prospect of having those playmates just as they had done the first time it was proposed. "I want friendly friends!" Her daughter proclaimed. "Friendly friends!"
"And you shall get them, darling," Rhaella assured as she repositioned herself in the chair. "But right now…I would like some name suggestions from you two for the incoming baby…give me your best thoughts."
"Hum…I like Daeron or Baelor," Viserys said. "Perhaps…Rhaena or Visenya if it's a girl…"
"Those are nice names Viserys…what about you Rhaenys? Have you been studying the Kings and Queens of House Targaryen?" The Queen questioned with a warm smile. "Can you tell grandmother which names suit best?"
"Yes!" Rhaenys avowed. "I want her to be a Rhaenys like me!
"That can't be done." Viserys scoffed annoyingly. "How would we distinguish you both that way?"
"I'm big Rhaenys and she little Rhaenys." The girl said as she danced around. "Isn't it good, mother?" Smiles and laughs echoed in the room thanks to that little girl.
"I will have to agree with Viserys on this one Rhaenys…" Elia said. "But there are plenty of other good names like…Alysanne, Visenya, Daenerys…"
"Daenerys!" Rhaenys screamed as she heard the name. "It sounds good! It sounds like Rhaenys!"
"And if it's a boy?" Jasline asked as she picked little Aegon from the floor who laughed with the lift he was being victim of. It was hard to imagine that her baby boy was their King…Sometimes it just overwhelmed Elia…he was so young and yet she forced him his responsibilities far earlier than what was certainly expected…and it was her fault…maybe she should have not boldly defended his rights…it was her finest moment but also her worst…
The only thing that could help her feel better with herself, in the long run, was to raise Aegon to be a new Jaehaerys the First but that was fifteen years in the future…fifteen years of political intrigues and perhaps even another war or two…anything could happen and that was why everything seemed so overwhelming…
"It won't be a boy, it will be a girl." Rhaenys avowed with a puffed chest.
"We will only know when the child leaves your grandmother's womb." Elia said.
"But how did it get there in the first place?" The question came…Oh Gods…I wasn't ready for this yet…
"The Gods have deemed it so," Rhaella said casually and wisely. Elia was certainly thankful for Rhaella being her mother-in-law, she was wise and could keep her cool no matter what the situation was. "Once you are older, you will be told more but you are too young still."
"Why?"
"Because children aren't supposed to know some things because they are deemed too frightening…" Viserys explained. "At least that was what Septa Elinor told me once…will she come again? She was strict but nice…"
"Well the children will need a Septa soon, especially Rhaenys but since you asked for Septa Elinor, we are going to see if she wants to return or not," Rhaella assured as her gaze befell on Elia's daughter. "And what Viserys said, is what it is."
Rhaenys pursed her lips sadly. "Fine…" Her daughter may be sad and slightly angry but…how does one explain how sex works to a girl of three? She would be traumatized.
"You children gave me very nice suggestions and I will be sure to keep them in mind." The Queen Dowager assured joyfully but her smile died quickly… "If it lives long enough that is…"
"My Queen please don't be so pessimistic!" Jasline protested. "The Gods can't be cruel forever!"
"I'm praying to all sorts of Gods now…perhaps some of them may have some compassion with me as you say…" The Queen murmured. "I would love to have another child…but I have lost so many…"
"Don't be sad grandmother!" Rhaenys commanded while she picked a piece of Rhaella's dress and then her hand. "Smile!"
Rhaella chuckled. "Oh my…you are something else are you not?"
"Rhaenys is right mother, you must not feel sad…" Viserys said as he picked the Queen's other hand and planted a kiss on it. "Otherwise we will be sad too…"
"That cannot be can it?" Rhaella sighed. "I will try, my darlings, for your sake."
"My Queen…" Elia began. "I have been thinking for quite some time that…perhaps you should take leave for Dragonstone again…"
"Why?" The Queen asked confused, her violet eyes fixed on Elia's face. "The Regency is yet to begin and I'm needed here."
"I believe that…the stressful environment of King's Landing might be the reason why you had so many stillbirths…" Elia explained. "I have a weak body and I was able to give birth to healthy children, if I had a stronger body I'm sure I could have delivered them with little trouble and give them more siblings…" It still hurt her that to some extent, her inability to have more children caused part of Rhaegar's mess even if unintentionally. "My Queen does not share my weaknesses so I'm sure you will be able to safely deliver a baby at Dragonstone. The Regency will be extremely stressful and that never helps a pregnant woman so for that reason I believe My Queen should take leave and stay there for a month or something of the sort. It's for your health and the child's and I'm sure the Regency will understand."
"There is no way to be sure about that." Rhaella countered. "And given the powers we abdicated in their favor…"
"We still have the powers of the King divided by the Regents and there is no article in the Charter of the Regency that forbids the Regents from being away from the Red Keep while no reunion is being held."
The Queen was still unsure by the look of her face. "I shall take your offer into consideration but regardless of my choice I do wish to partake in the first meeting of the Regency."
"Of course…everyone is certainly looking forward to seeing how it goes…so it would be a crime for My Queen as one of the Regents to not attend." Elia admitted.
"No one really knows what to expect of this arrangement. That is a fact." Rhaella nodded. "Even the likes of Tywin Lannister and Olenna Tyrell are certainly full of anticipation…"
"Let us not think of Lord Tywin, it does us no good." Elia said bitterly, anger about the events that happened a few months ago and what Lord Tywin almost did.
"Yes…better to think on other things…" Rhaella nodded before sighing.
"I miss father…" Viserys said all of a sudden and worried looks were exchanged by the women. Despite none of them liking Aerys, they could understand of the Prince's mood, after all, he had been one of the few people that his father had truly loved and showered with gifts despite keeping him sheltered from the outside world and his mother so it was no wonder Viserys missed him.
"Your father is…in…a better place now…" The Queen assured while pursing her lips, but the answer could be interpreted in different ways and all of them were perfect answers for children who would found those things much too complicated.
"Then why aren't we with him?" The young Prince asked worriedly. The children were very inquisitive today and their questions were not simple ones…
"Because we humans were made to suffer while living our lives so that when we die, we are worthy of eternal peace and of that better place." Elia couldn't but smile at how Rhaella turned a very tricky question of a child into something with fundament that could explain Aerys' death.
"But why must we suffer?" Viserys asked further. "Can't we be happy? I don't like to suffer…"
"Me neither!" Rhaenys joined in worriedly.
"We don't just suffer harm, my loves, we suffer joy too," Rhaella said with a smile. "You have suffered both things have you not? So you know I'm right don't you?"
"I guess so…"
"Don't worry, My Prince, you will understand better as you age up," Jasline assured and everyone nodded. "Somethings are just too complicated. Even us adults struggle sometimes."
"Our Viserys will be a smart Prince." The Queen vouched as she cupped his cheek. "He has been studying his lessons well."
"I have!" Viserys assured while puffing his chest, seemingly to forget the conversation about his father. "I will be smarter than Rhaegar and father." Or not…
"Did my father go to a better place too?" Rhaenys asked worriedly and Elia's chest got tighter. Despite Rhaegar's faults, she hoped that he was in a better place…his intentions had been good unlike his father's. It was also painful that both Rhaenys and Aegon would never know what a father was…
"I'm sure he did Rhaenys," Elia assured grimly. "Jas, Nysah, why don't you girls take the children for a walk in the Godswood while Queen Rhaella and I talk. We promise to not take long and join you all."
"I will make you both crowns of flowers!" Rhaenys proclaimed as she walked towards the door. "Will you help me Viserys?"
"I don't like flowers." The older Prince said, arms crossed.
"You are mean…"
"Flowers!" Aegon shouted as he extended his little arms towards his sister and whirled around in Jasline's arms. "Rany flowers!"
"It seems your brother will help, Rhaenys…" Jasline chuckled. "And so will Nysah and I. Viserys will act tough but then he will get jealous and lonely and then he will join us…"
"Jealous Vis!" Rhaenys smirked. "Jealous, jealous!"
"No, I won't!" Viserys protested as they exited. "I do not like flowers!"
Elia closed the door with a smile that the Queen shared. Now they were free to talk whatever was tormenting them. "What is troubling you, my dear?" The Queen asked.
"Well, I already explained part of it…" Elia admitted. "But I believe we will need more ladies-in-waiting. I don't mind working as one but there is a lot of pressure placed in Jasline and Nysah's backs, they don't say a thing but they must be exhausted."
"Yes…tending a Queen, a Princess and three children who demand lots of attention is very stressful and exhausting…Ashara is at Winterfell with her wolf and Emy is to be married right?"
"Yes, my good friend Larra Blackmont speaks of possible unions between House Yronwood and Houses Wyl, Fowler, and even with House Qorgyle which would be surprising since House Yronwood has only had four marriages with Salty or Sandy Dornish after Nymeria's Conquest," Elia explained. "There are talks about possible marriages outside Dorne but these are less likely. Either way, there is a huge chance she may not return to us."
"Let us inform the Regency Councils of this notion." The Queen concluded. "They will likely expect us to nominate a lady for each Kingdom…would not harm to have that many girls attending us given the tasks…but the children…"
"The more time we give them with the children the more likely it will be for them to manipulate them given their age…" Elia concluded, making Rhaella nod with pursed lips. "We will have to be careful about who we choose…"
"I have some ideas already…Licia…I mean Felicia Templeton could perhaps make me company…her children are men grown now and from what I heard they all fought in the Rebellion so I guess that she has a lot of free time in her hands…I do miss her…a lot…she is the last one from my original ladies alive…"
Elia had heard about Lady Felicia Templeton from her mother, she had been a lady-in-waiting to the Queen in the earlier reign of King Aerys before she married Lord Francis Corbray and had to leave the court. "That sounds like a wonderful idea, My Queen!" Elia assured. "A loyal woman with much experience could do wonders."
"I'm glad you approve it…Licia like the rest of my now deceased friends had wits in her. She, Jasline, and Nysah could keep a watch in the new ladies…see where their loyalties rest…" Rhaella said. "But we will still need to think carefully about who we will call, we cannot risk having our hands even more tied."
"We have some information in the archives of King's Landing do we not? Perhaps we should go and take a look and put a bunch of names in a sheet of paper so we can begin choosing some ladies?"
"I'm afraid I cannot accompany you in that task my dear…the belly doesn't allow me much…"
"That shan't be a problem, I will have Grand Maester Pycelle bring us the tomes here." Elia avowed. "He is old but can still do a thing or two I'm sure, otherwise we will have to get him a helper which might be a good thing…"
"Agreed." Rhaella smiled. "I guess…I will take your offer to go to Dragonstone…I think its better for the reasons you pointed out."
"I'm glad My Queen saw reason in my suggestion."
"We need to stay united and in our best condition during these times of peril…and haven't I told you to call me Rhaella already?"
"Yes…my apologies…"
Rhaella smiled. "Apologies accepted."
Olenna Redwyne I
Highgarden, Reach, Year 284 AC
Olenna was seated on an oak wood chair, in her personal balcony watching the blooming flowers and some noisy children running around the bush labyrinths of Highgarden. From her balcony, they seemed like ants and half of them would have brains the size of ants given how much noise they were making…
So often had she thought that half the people she knew had brains of that size that the Gods, whichever ones they were, had made her son have the same condition…it pained her so much if she was, to be honest.
Well…he did have his moments of wits but they were rare and often lacked a proper strategy like his latest scheme: put Tyrell blood in the Iron Throne. Olenna had to admit it was a sound ambition even if hard to fulfill but her son knew not how to do it properly. He also wanted sons to showcase around as if they were horses and yet by the looks of it they were already smarter than him despite not being ten yet.
Indeed Alerie Hightower, his wife, gave him three healthy sons, two of which were already showing great potential while the other was little more than a babe saying his first words so it was too early properly evaluate him. That Hightower woman was proving herself far luckier than Olenna had been and that made her somewhat jealous. It made things worse by the fact that Alerie wasn't as bright as most Hightowers or at least she did show it. The woman kept insisting on calling Olenna, mother, or invite her to speak with her brainless ladies-in-waiting, and that truly irritated Olenna.
Just a few moons back, Alerie gave birth to a girl, Margaery was her name…a pretty little thing that babe was and given that Mace can put things together if given enough time, Olenna did not doubt that little Margaery was the one he was going to try and make Queen so that the next generation of Princes would have Tyrell blood as he intended. It was the best option given that the foolish Dornish snake made her babe son the King…
But her granddaughter would need some proper training if she was to be the Queen. Margaery would need to pay attention to every detail, every conversation, every mistake while also showing herself the perfect girl anyone could talk with. Those traits would need to enter her head as soon as it is possible and Olenna felt like she was the only one capable of teaching her the right way so she would need to take an active role in her granddaughter's education.
She was the one who thought everything to her daughters and now that they were away, her granddaughters could fill the gap they left behind…Her sweet and intuitive Mina also had a daughter from Olenna's nephew Paxter a few moons ago named Desmera. Maybe they would allow for the girl to be educated in Highgarden once she was of age to travel…Mina and Janna were bright girls, surely I can do wonders with these granddaughters of mine…let them have their saying in society…manipulate their husbands and sons to soothe their needs if need be but also keep the families' interest in mind…as I have done.
Janna, Olenna's youngest, did not have enough time to get pregnant by Lord Jon Fossoway since they married in the third month of two hundred and eighty-second year of the Conquest and then the war started and all the men had to go…apparently to have endless feasts at Storm's End given the rumors she got…but she was sure a child would not be too far from being conceived.
Jon Fossoway was after all a rare find…he was a genius man, his intellect renown through the Reach and beyond. Olenna herself had tested him once and did find him corresponding to the rumors, his faults were that he was a little naïve and still waiting for his old father Armond Fossoway to die so he could inherit New Barrel but other than that, she expected genial kids given that Janna was also the smartest of her children.
Although the matches were not bad, they could have been better especially when they were daughters of a Lord Paramount, sisters to another. Olenna had suggested marrying one of them to Lord Randyll Tarly and the other to Lord Mathis Rowan to tie their houses together but Mace had been very adamant on tying himself further to his good friend and cousin Paxter.
Despite her still having a tremendous influence in the Arbor given that she was a Redwyne by birth, she allowed the marriage to go further despite not liking it, after all, Mace was easily manipulated but if he wanted something really bad, he would get it. There were limits to a mother's influence and even she grew to accept that. Paxter was in her mind competent but there could have been better…
The person who benefitted the most of this was that sly big-eared Alester Florent…not even Olenna could deny that he was a cunning fox…his ears were not there just to look ugly, they worked fine to hear rumors advantageous for that annoying House. She did not doubt that the current Lord Florent was the most dangerous one since House Tyrell gained the Paramountship of the Reach. He kept his moves well-hidden but she could see the strings of plots here and there thanks to the marriages…Hightowers, Cranes, Rowans and Tarlys…and those big-eared foxes were as fertile as rabbits so these marriages would keep happening for a long a while given the maids and knights, if one could call them that, they had ready.
Gods knew what the man could do with the Regency…Unwin Peake proved that a relatively small family with a big history behind it could do anything in such ambiance…she doubted the Queen and her daughter-in-law would allow for a new Unwin Peake to emerge but their efforts would be around Tywin Lannister and thus they were very likely to forget the others, which was good in House Tyrell's case but bad as well.
Alester Florent was following the same strategy as she had been, securing key marriages, but he wasn't the one that she was more concerned with at the end of the day, despite the danger he posed…that title belonged to Leyton Hightower…
To be sincere, Olenna did not know what his plans were but he too was following the same strategy as her and Florent…he himself married four times, three of these were with Reachners…a Merryweather, a Crane, and now a big-eared fox…his children were also marrying well…Alerie did not need introductions, one of his daughters married Olenna's other nephew Desmond Redwyne and yet another was to marry Lord Ambrose and there was one married with a Cupps too…
And Leyton kept making use of the nice instrument the Gods gave him, he alone put those big-eared foxes in shame, ten children even if from four marriages was a feat to brag about…To be honest marrying Luthor when Leyton was available had likely been Olenna's biggest mistake and the one she regretted the most to an extent…she knew from…less…polite gossip circles that he was something else in bed and she knew he was smart too so perhaps if she married him she could have had fun in bed and at ruling…or not…unlike Luthor, Leyton would not allow himself to be manipulated so there was that to think about…
But she did need to give Luthor credit when credit was due, his idea to tie Houses Tyrell and Hightower through marriage was likely the best decision he ever did in his life. Without it, the Rebellion could have seen Rebels raising in the Reach as well. Many Houses, Florents especially, still looked at House Tyrell as upjumped stewards and thus they would have supported the Rebels given that they would likely be granted with the Paramountship of the Reach as a reward for their support. Something that could not happen if the Hightowers stood by Mace's side, which they did and so they managed to have a united front in the war.
But this united front will crumble sooner rather than later, the competition to influence the King and most importantly, make him marry, was on and all the Houses of the Reach and beyond had a say in it. Perhaps Mace was right in wishing his daughter to be Queen…even if the reasons for it were not the right ones…
A knock interrupted Olenna from her extensive thoughts, she had a feeling it was her oaf of a son… "Who is it?" she questioned.
"It's me, mother." I knew it…
"Come in." she commanded as she watched the door open, revealing her foolish son, losing his nice-looking frame to fatness and heavy drinking sessions with his foolish cousins and whatnot...that stupid siege did not help either…when she told him to siege the castle so that Aerys could not say that House Tyrell was not helping, she never expected for the fools to begin feasting for half a year…
"I'm about to leave to the capital." he proclaimed all proud of himself. "I shall meet with Ser Baelor, Alerie's brother in the…"
"I know who your wife's brothers are, I don't need you to tell me." Olenna cut in. "Especially one with the fame of Ser Baelor." Truth be told…she found it weird how Leyton's heir was still unmarried…he had wealth, knowledge, looks, and yet…he was still unmarried at age of…twenty five? Was it Leyton's doing or…something else?
Mace looked at the floor defeated and she immediately felt bad…he was like a man child most of the time but…he was her son, who came from her womb and there was always a special place in a mother's heart for her firstborn. "What is it that you really wish to speak with me about?"
"If…you have any advice…I mean, I wish to propose Margaery to be the King's wife…"
"It's too soon for that." Olenna warned. "They are babes and babes die all the time not to mention that you will be seen as far too ambitious right of the bat. People would see you as a threat and you would find yourself away from the Regency."
"They cannot do that!" Her son protested indignantly. "We are a force to reckon with, they simply cannot take us out of the Regency as if we were a minor House!"
"Mace, using brute force will lead you nowhere in these circumstances," Olenna warned her son. "Do you believe everyone would follow you to war just because they broke your poor little heart by kicking you out of the Regency? Think again son, they won't. We stand at the verge of a pit and we cannot dare to make stupid moves not now and not ever."
"Everyone followed us when we called the banners to fight for the Crown…"
"They did, but as you said, we were fighting for the Crown, not for you." Olenna insisted. "Like you, they want the Crown's favor, or do you think you are special at the end of the day for someone besides your mother?"
"I…"
"There are more subtle ways of doing things. Do not pressure the Queen and the Dornish Princess, or anyone really at least yet. Best if we present ourselves as the saviors of the Crown just like we did with Rhaegar and Aerys. Help them when they need and whatnot, they will reward us in due time and once your daughter is of age and so is the King, then we might push the betrothal forward, but only when our position with the Crown is secured."
"And what can I do to secure our position?" Mace asked. "Should I try and teach the King how to rule or always vote in favor of the Queen and Princess?"
Poor kid…if Mace was to teach him something he would end up an oaf too… "Mace…you hardly teach anything to your sons…I'm sure one of these days you might teach something to the lad but my advice would be for you to shower him with gifts, especially when he has some discussion with his mother or something of the sort…That way, he will look at you as a person he likes and you know how Kings reward their supporters don't you?"
"I do mother." Her son replied.
"Good," Olenna said while returning her gaze to the bush labyrinths below the castle walls. "And do support the Queen and Princess if they find themselves in need of support but do not vote on something that prejudices us."
"I was not planning to, mother."
"I know…" I hope you are not lying… "Anyway…I have been thinking that now that your sisters are not here anymore, perhaps I could use some company…"
"Truly mother? I have some ladies in mind! What would you think of…"
"Not some dim-witted ladies who cannot hold a conversation Mace!" Olenna protested before names were spoken. "I want your daughter and your niece by Paxter to be by my side."
"But…they cannot hold a conversation either…they are babes…" Olenna led her hand to her forehead and sighed.
"Of course I do not want them now when they are sucking some wetnurse's teat! I want them when they are…four or five namedays old, so I can teach my granddaughters how to be proper ladies as I did to your sisters." Olenna said. "If you want your daughter as a Queen you better do as I say!"
"If mother tells me so…" Mace whispered. "Anything else?"
"Yes, keep me informed about everything from who is allied with who, to what is decided in the Regency meetings, to every rumor you hear. I want you to be my eyes in the Red Keep but I hope you are not blind Mace or we will have a problem."
"My sight is good mother and I'm not that stupid as sometimes you think of me…" Mace said disappointedly. It was at that point that she realized she had gone too far…for the day that is…
"Of course, my son. I wish you a good voyage and good staying at the capital. May you do well in defending House Tyrell's interests."
"I will mother, I shall not fail!" Her son nodded and left the room at a fast pace...Olenna sighed and hoped he would heed to her advice because there was a lot at stake for his family…
As always thank you for the reviews:
Prince of Petersburg: Well, we all know what Cersei is capable of and one of those things is to use sex as a weapon so with that in mind...what do you think it's going to happen in those long 15 years of Regency? My guess is that Tywin will have...many displeasures...
miguelgiuliano: The dreams will eventually be explained at some point. Maybe Ashara is pregnant already or maybe she isn't...Regarding the plans to improve the North, there will be more but things have to start slowly and cheap labor is already accounted for. Regarding the threesome...I will think of it...maybe at some point in the future but I don't promise anything. What I can tell you is that Catelyn will not be the third party, that's crack-fic material.
Radomir's Renegades: Let's just say that...The Tale of the Wolf and the Falling Star will endure time...for many reasons...I went to TV Tropes and saw the controversial pairing...it's weird and without reading the story it's...I don't know, I'm sure the story will explain the reason for such pairing. The author of Lady Stark has another interesting story of Ned/Cersei in archiveofourown, I'm not sure if you have seen it or not. Now regarding Lynesse...perhaps she will aim higher than a bear? You may hear her speaking soon...
Guest: I believe you are the same person that wrote those 7 reviews on Part 1...so I will address all of them here.
No, I'm not a full Targaryen hater, I love all the female Targaryens except two or three of them and it's not because they are supposed to look like goddesses but because they always seemed to have good traits and be more capable than the male Targaryens but always end up in tragic ways...As for the men, there are half of a dozen of them that I like and sometimes for weird reasons like Daeron I. The children here are innocent, they did nothing and I couldn't kill them especially when I grow so fond of writing little Rhaenys and that was what likely doomed my original ending. All the Houses have faults even the Starks (I do tend to make them the best of the bunch because I'm biased and they don't have faults like the Lannisters do like cruelty and vanity).
The angry Northmen feel they don't share anything with the southerners and that North should be independent and if you look at their customs, religion, and ways of life, it's true to some extent. The thing is that the current Starks have a different view of things, they see that prosperity lies in cooperation with the south given that despite bringing many problems it brought just as many if not more benefits. Houses that connect more with the south also see this (Dustins and Manderlys). But I don't see Jon Umber supporting the Boltons as you said, he'd look for a Stark more in line to his thoughts but...there is none in this generation...
I love Stannis too, I do plan on writing a story where he does become King but it just didn't fit here at least in my view. Tywin is not the only one they should worry about. Thank you for enjoying the story this much.
My apologies for not posting anything last week, I took a while more finishing this Chapter than what I thought and decided against rushing it. I did think about posting the Charters but I was not sure if it would be well accepted so I post them now.
I would like to know what do you guys think of Olenna's POV, is she in character or OOC? I confess that I struggled a little while writing her POV but she seemed like the best POV of House Tyrell at this point in time.
Anyway, that's all for this Chapter, thank you for sparing time reading and I hope everyone has a nice day.